So, the wife has had issues with high BP and was mildly preeclampsic for a couple of weeks. On Monday, July 4th, her BP spiked to 198/110, which meant she was officially severely preeclampsic. The doctors made the call that she needed to be ambulated and start the induction process. Late on July 4th, they started to induce her.
For almost 3 days, the birth process went exceedingly slow. On July 5th they placed a large balloon in her cervix that dilated her to 4cm, but she stalled and even regressed on the 6th. This morning, at 6 am, she measured 5 cm, though her cervix had completely thinned…..it looked like we were in for another long day:-( At 8:45 I decided to shower, as I wanted to head downstairs to grab some coffee and food. At 8:50, the nurse bangs on my shower door and says something inaudible. I quickly washed the soap out of my hair and threw some clothes on.
As I rounded the corner from the bathroom/hallway, in our room, I immediately heard a chaotic flattering of noise that sounded like a small army…..then I heard, “push!” 3 damn days of waiting and the kid practically falls out during my 5 minute shower!! At 9:57 Amelia Lain was born. They immediately placed her on the wife’s chest and I proceeded to cut the cord. But, baby Amelia didn’t cry and she had the color of a slimy blueberry!
A nurse whisked her away to a small bassinet in the room and attempted to jostle her, whilst clearing her airway. The two doctors in the room called a code and a whoosh of medical people stormed into the room….my heart sank and tears filled my eyes. The NICU staff arrived 10 deep….
Normally, I don’t startle easy, and being calm during a tense situation is kind of my thing. But, when you see 5 MDs and a plethora of specialized nurses show fear….well…the fear became almost overwhelming! After about a minute of failed attempts to get poor baby Amelia to breathe, the head MD said “we need to move”. She grabbed the lifeless body and ran out of the room with her army of staff in tow. One of the nurses turned to me and said, “you can follow….we’re right down the hall.” So, I kissed the wife and headed down the hall to a small, specialized room where they continued to work on her and prepped her for intubation. One of the team of nurses saw me visibly shaking and the tears rolling down my cheeks, so she sat me down and hugged me and said, “these guys do this every day; she’ll be okay.”
The intubation process was quick and, almost by miracle, baby Amelia turned pink. The head doctor turned to me and started asking questions about the pregnancy and birth…the question session snapped me back into reality. The nurse that hugged me asked if she’d like me to have her go talk to Amelia’s mom, or if I wanted to step out and talk with her……’OMG, Steph…..’. In the heat of things, I completely forgot that she must be horrified. She’s back getting stitched up and wiped down, presumably terrified that her husband and lifeless child were whisked away.
Despite my fear and emotions, I had to suck it up and put on a brave face, as to not worry her. I walked between the two loved kin and tried to stay positive. After about 20 minutes, Amelia stabilized enough for them to transfer her to the larger NICU wing and they were able to stop by, on their way out, to allow Steph to see the baby and briefly touch her foot.
I followed Amelia to her permanent room in the NICU, which was beautiful. The team there was amazing and Amelia began to move a bit. Eventually, she opened her eyes as if to say, “what the hell is this thing in my throat….it’s got to go!!” Despite her protest, the breathing tube remained, but seeing her beautiful blue eyes gave me a sense of elation that I haven’t felt in some time.
About 3 hours later, Amelia began grabbing at the tube and the NICU doctor felt she was strong enough to remove it. So, they placed her on a small CPAP machine to facilitate her breathing and I got to hold her for the first time. She was a bit fussy, but she quickly fell asleep in my arms and started to make that sucking motion that newborns practice in their sleep. She was adorable! I felt a sense of calm that I hadn’t felt in 17+ yrs……I love her SO much!
Now, I have to fear the ex, and previous kin, due to the actions they might take to harm her. I will NOT allow it, no matter what the cost.
Some pics of the day: