Hello and welcome to the final chapter of A Birth Story.
Sorry to have kept you on the edge of your seat (or not.)
I left off at going into labor on July 3. Imagine breathing, epidurals, pain, and a long night, and that gets us to July 4.
Because baby A (my daughter) was positioned correctly in the birth canal (that being head down) I was able to have a natural delivery. Baby B (my son) was breech (is that how you spell that?) but they said not to worry, they could "turn him" in utero. OUCH...but okay, you are the physician. Do what you gotta do!
I gave birth to my daughter first, and she was just so CUTE! I had one second to peek at her, and had to move on to having baby two. Baby boy was breech still so they turned him with a mighty force and it HURT! They did a quick ultrasound to make sure he was in the proper position and then turned to put on new sterile gloves (thanks) and in that short moment of time, he flipped to breech again and came flying out FEET FIRST. He got stuck with his shoulders above his head IN MY BIRTH CANAL (ouch). The whole situation became a huge emergency. They shoved my poor husband out the door, the room became a frenzy of rushing and medical terminology you never want to hear. Being a nurse, I understood every single word they were saying...."call the code team" " call the NICU" I saw the Dr.'s faces and I just knew it was a serious moment. The last thing I remember was calling out to Jesus to save my baby.
I woke up a few hours later in recovery and saw all of my family all around me. I wondered why they would let so many people in my recovery room, and then instantly thought my baby boy had died. I found out that he was alive and doing okay. ALL PRAISE TO GOD.
He had gotten stuck in a dangerous breech position, this was the first time my OB Dr. had delivered a baby in that particular breech position. Her job was to hold the umbilical cord so it would not prolapse and cause brain damage. Another Dr. rushed in and had to break my baby's arm to get him out. He had an apgar score of 2 and had to be intubated at delivery. Meanwhile, I had a HUGE grapefruit size hematoma from all of the trauma. OUCH again. We all stayed in the hospital 5 days. My son was in the NICU the whole time, but my daughter was in the regular nursery and we got to spend a lot of time with her in my room. I went up to see my baby boy as much as I could (but had to go via wheel chair because I could not walk due to the hematoma.)
The twins weights were 6#9 oz (boy) 5#9oz girl- HELLO that is more than12 pounds of baby in there!
I'm thankful every day that God spared my son and that he is now ten years old. Our kids are the best gift God has given us, beyond His salvation.
4 comments:
Your kids are gorgeous! Wow talk about drama in the O.R.! I'm glad all of you made it through healthy! I passed a hauling truck earlier today and on the back it said "Our God is Faithful". He really is.
I agree with Angela. The first thing I thought was, "Look at those smiles! Those are truly beautiful kids." I have never read/heard about a breech birth before from a personal account. That was interesting, but scary. I'm rejoicing with you that you have this beautiful family! Thanks for sharing.
You have two ADORABLE kids!!!!!!!! I loved reading your story! There were some very scary moments but God saw you though them. He blessed you with the most beautiful family!
I loved reading your story, thanks so much for sharing it! It's an amazing story that gives me so much hope. You described in part 1 everything I'm feeling right now, which changes from day to day. God is good and faithful and I will not lose hope!!
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