lucy72
26-10-2006, 20:00
Hello everyone,
Here is Jordan William's arrival story.....
Jordan was conceived the night my DH's family went back home after Christmas and New Year. We had been trying for just over a year. I found out I was pregnant at the end of January and would have been all of about 4 weeks at that point.
My pregnancy was "typical". Morning Sickness for the first four months, nose bleeds, very swollen feet, torn stomach muscles from a huge growth spurt in the last 8 weeks, cravings etc.... From about 29 weeks I was in and out of hospital a few times as I had severe pains from the growth spurts. So at 35 weeks, my OB decided to do a growth scan. At this scan my baby (I did not know the sex until he was born) was the size of an average 40 week old bub. Bub was also in breeched position and there was no room for him to turn around. The radiographers diagnostics "Very large baby for age". My OB booked me in for a c-section on 29th September.
I did not want an elective c-section and wanted to give birth naturally however I also wanted a healthy baby and mum at the end of the day, so after a few days of crying and being a little depressed about it all I gave in to the fact that no matter what I was having a c-section.
So the morning of 29th September, DH and I arrived at the hospital at 6am. I had hardly slept all night (well I really hadn't slept in the last 8 weeks of pregnancy). The maternity ward was full, so they put me into a delivery suite. My Dh, mum and mum's best friend (who was there when I was born) were there with me. At 7:15 I was shaved, in a hospital gown and sitting there as if I was waiting for hairdressing appointment. the Anathesist came in and went through the spinal block procedure (hands now getting very sweaty).
At 7:30am I was whisked away to theatre. DH and I sat in a room for a minute or two then everything seemed to swing into gear. I had a general anasthetic then the spinal block and a drip. my legs went war and tingly. Dh was then to sit in a chair and I was moved to the operating theatre where I saw my OB. I was put onto a operating bed, a curtain went up, a cathetar went in and DH was allowed in. It was all very casual during the c-section.... My Ob and her assistant were chatting casually about the Terri Irwin interview and I was chatting with DH telling him what it felt like - someone massaging my tummy.
All of a sudden, I heard my OB's assistant say "good choice for a caesar on this one" and I felt a huge pull and weight decrease. DH looked over the curtain and looked at me with tears in his eyes. At that point I knew it was a boy. Which was confirmed to me. Jordan was born at 7:52am.
I did not hear any crying (my main concern). They dragged DH to the heat bed and it was then I heard a little whimper. The mid wife came over to tell me that the baby was struggling to breathe and would be taken away, but they would bring him over for me to see.
Next dissapointment in child birth, I did not get the first "bonding" feeling with my bub as I was not able to hold him or have any real contact with him.....
The midwife bought him over to me and we had a photo taken before he was whisked away. My DH went with him. All this while, the Anathesist was taking photos with both our camera, video and his camera. My mum found out it was a boy as she heard my DH run out of the theatre yelling where are you taking him. And following the mid wife to the special care nursery.
While I was being stitched up the photos that were taken of my little boy, were played to me on a DVD. I was then taken to recovery.
The anathesist told me I was the happiest patient in recovery because every time he came in I had a smile on my face. The nurse put ice on my tummy to make sure the numbest was subsiding..... At about 9:30am I was taken back to the ward. They wheeled me into the nursery so I could touch Jordan. He looked so helpless under the oxygen helmet, his breathing was extremely rapid and he was struggling. Poor thing.
The next 24 hours were a blur.
I got to hold Jordan on the 30th September. I got up and showered and went as fast as I could to the nursery to see my little boy. The nurses finally let me hold him and I had to hold the oxygen tube to him. After about 5 minutes he was again taken away from me as his oxygen levels were reducing and he was beginning to struggle.
Jordan stayed in special care for about 3 1/2 days. I found it hard to "bond" with him and to realise that he was mine, as the nurses had to do everything for him. I changed his nappy on the 30th for the first time but then did not again until he was back in the ward with me.
Even though I love him to bits, I still can honestly say I don't know what it is like to have your baby put on you straight away, or to make that special connection. I couldn't breastfeed as the hospital didn't start to express my milk until he was 3 days old and this was not enough for a 10 pound bub, so he is bottle fed - no bonding there either.
Slowly but surely we are spending a lot more time alone together and I could just hold him forever. He has just started to smile and he knows my voice. I love him to bits.
There is nothing better in the world than being a Mum. ...
Thank you for taking the time to read this long story.....
Here is Jordan William's arrival story.....
Jordan was conceived the night my DH's family went back home after Christmas and New Year. We had been trying for just over a year. I found out I was pregnant at the end of January and would have been all of about 4 weeks at that point.
My pregnancy was "typical". Morning Sickness for the first four months, nose bleeds, very swollen feet, torn stomach muscles from a huge growth spurt in the last 8 weeks, cravings etc.... From about 29 weeks I was in and out of hospital a few times as I had severe pains from the growth spurts. So at 35 weeks, my OB decided to do a growth scan. At this scan my baby (I did not know the sex until he was born) was the size of an average 40 week old bub. Bub was also in breeched position and there was no room for him to turn around. The radiographers diagnostics "Very large baby for age". My OB booked me in for a c-section on 29th September.
I did not want an elective c-section and wanted to give birth naturally however I also wanted a healthy baby and mum at the end of the day, so after a few days of crying and being a little depressed about it all I gave in to the fact that no matter what I was having a c-section.
So the morning of 29th September, DH and I arrived at the hospital at 6am. I had hardly slept all night (well I really hadn't slept in the last 8 weeks of pregnancy). The maternity ward was full, so they put me into a delivery suite. My Dh, mum and mum's best friend (who was there when I was born) were there with me. At 7:15 I was shaved, in a hospital gown and sitting there as if I was waiting for hairdressing appointment. the Anathesist came in and went through the spinal block procedure (hands now getting very sweaty).
At 7:30am I was whisked away to theatre. DH and I sat in a room for a minute or two then everything seemed to swing into gear. I had a general anasthetic then the spinal block and a drip. my legs went war and tingly. Dh was then to sit in a chair and I was moved to the operating theatre where I saw my OB. I was put onto a operating bed, a curtain went up, a cathetar went in and DH was allowed in. It was all very casual during the c-section.... My Ob and her assistant were chatting casually about the Terri Irwin interview and I was chatting with DH telling him what it felt like - someone massaging my tummy.
All of a sudden, I heard my OB's assistant say "good choice for a caesar on this one" and I felt a huge pull and weight decrease. DH looked over the curtain and looked at me with tears in his eyes. At that point I knew it was a boy. Which was confirmed to me. Jordan was born at 7:52am.
I did not hear any crying (my main concern). They dragged DH to the heat bed and it was then I heard a little whimper. The mid wife came over to tell me that the baby was struggling to breathe and would be taken away, but they would bring him over for me to see.
Next dissapointment in child birth, I did not get the first "bonding" feeling with my bub as I was not able to hold him or have any real contact with him.....
The midwife bought him over to me and we had a photo taken before he was whisked away. My DH went with him. All this while, the Anathesist was taking photos with both our camera, video and his camera. My mum found out it was a boy as she heard my DH run out of the theatre yelling where are you taking him. And following the mid wife to the special care nursery.
While I was being stitched up the photos that were taken of my little boy, were played to me on a DVD. I was then taken to recovery.
The anathesist told me I was the happiest patient in recovery because every time he came in I had a smile on my face. The nurse put ice on my tummy to make sure the numbest was subsiding..... At about 9:30am I was taken back to the ward. They wheeled me into the nursery so I could touch Jordan. He looked so helpless under the oxygen helmet, his breathing was extremely rapid and he was struggling. Poor thing.
The next 24 hours were a blur.
I got to hold Jordan on the 30th September. I got up and showered and went as fast as I could to the nursery to see my little boy. The nurses finally let me hold him and I had to hold the oxygen tube to him. After about 5 minutes he was again taken away from me as his oxygen levels were reducing and he was beginning to struggle.
Jordan stayed in special care for about 3 1/2 days. I found it hard to "bond" with him and to realise that he was mine, as the nurses had to do everything for him. I changed his nappy on the 30th for the first time but then did not again until he was back in the ward with me.
Even though I love him to bits, I still can honestly say I don't know what it is like to have your baby put on you straight away, or to make that special connection. I couldn't breastfeed as the hospital didn't start to express my milk until he was 3 days old and this was not enough for a 10 pound bub, so he is bottle fed - no bonding there either.
Slowly but surely we are spending a lot more time alone together and I could just hold him forever. He has just started to smile and he knows my voice. I love him to bits.
There is nothing better in the world than being a Mum. ...
Thank you for taking the time to read this long story.....