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Lucien Xavier - 08/31/2010
I was reluctant to post this story, as I quietly exited LIF before the end of my pregnancy (under my previous name) due to obnoxious posters.
Unlike my pregnancy with my daughter, my son put new meaning into the term "hellish pregnancy". It seemed like every doctor's visit brought a new series of complications. I almost hated going for fear of what they would uncover.
At 20 weeks, it was determined that I had shortening of the cervix. We went round and round about putting in a cerclage, etc. I had to go in for weekly sono's to see the status of the cervix, etc. At one point, the shortening became so severe, that they had to give me several rounds of steriods for fear that he would be born prematurely.
At around six months, they decided to put me on restricted bed rest. I kicked and screamed the whole way because it is not in my nature to "be still". Especially with an active youngster at home. It was hard just learning to let things go. I constantly cried over being so unhappy and so restricted. I felt like a prisoner in my own home and all the things I loved about summer, I wasn't allowed to partake in. And yet, it was the best thing that could have happened because it MADE me slow down and relax and just be for awhile. My wonderful husband broke down and had a pool installed so that at least I could be home and enjoy myself (during the hottest summer on record). I spent my time at home catching up on cheesy reality shows and learning how to crochet.
I started to look forward to the weekly sonos, not because I would psych myself up for the latest complication, but because I would get a chance to see him (and it gave me the excuse to stop at the Carvel down from my OBGYN and consume my beloved Cherry Bonnets ;) ). I gave up on the idea of not discovering the gender the day I saw my little man playing with his goods during the sono. It also gave me some peace because IF God forbid something happened, I knew who "he" was. And he was quite the character during the appointments. My sono tech Mary used to scold him because he would literally run and hide from her when she'd go after him with the wand. Even when I went in for the fetal monitoring/contraction monitoring, he would run and hide from the doppler.
Towards the end of the pregnancy, the complications progressed (increased fluid levels, etc.) and I received weekly warnings that an early delivery was emminent. I was fully prepared on a moments notice to head over to the hospital. I had daily contractions (lasting for four hours or more) for the last two weeks and was in sheer agony. I was begging my doctors to take me early but they put me off unti the week before my due date. At my last two visits, progress was slow so an induction was scheduled the week before I was due. I went in on a Tueday morning and asked for Pitocin. The doctor suggested he just try to break my water, because after all, I might dialate quickly. I doubted it because with my daughter, I labored for over 18 hours. Within minutes of them breaking my water, I was hitting some pretty intense contractions but I was holding out. Within an hour, the doctor urged me to get an EPI because we were moving FAST! Right after he spoke those words, the pain became unreal and I was ready! While they prepped me for my epi, the contractions went off the paper. From what I was told, normal to intense contractions range in the 50-90 degree..I was at 152. As soon as the meds hit, I was literally in another world. I don't know if I got the standard EPI or something else but man, it was WONDERFUL. I was literally jet skiing off Smith Point. I even gave my husband the blow by blow about how I just passed the lemonade stand and the juiceheads cologne was attracting the mosquitos. At another point during the next hour, I was literally inside "Avatar". There was a flowery painting on the ceiling and I was jumping through vines, etc. It was intense...I so wanted an at home prescription for whatever they gave me.
When the doctor told me it was time to push, I was so out of it. I couldn't tell if I was contracting or not. I remember pushing at one point and telling the doctor "Hold on, Doc! You're about ready to take the Nestea plunge!!" as water gushed out of me. The nurses thought I was hysterical as I laughed my way through pushing. I didn't even notice my husband who was NOT laughing. He was gripped with fear as the babies heart rate kept dropping due to the cord being around his neck. The doctor sort of took over, grabbed him out of me, pulled the cord from around his neck and slapped him. Five pushes and he was free. No one ever told me about those tense few moments before he was out. My husband said he never felt fear like that in his life. He literally said the baby came out DEEP BLUE.
Four months later, my little nugget is still full of charisma and charm. He has a smile for everyone and loves to flirt with the ladies. I never thought I would be a good "boy" mommy, but there is something about a little man nestling up to you at the end of the day that can melt my heart
Message edited 1/11/2011 6:20:24 PM.
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