Made of Gray

Caleigh's Birth Day - Part 1

Holly D Gray3 Comments
In honor of Caleigh's first year, I wanted to recount her birth day detail by detail. Scrapblog as it may be. This is long, so bare with me.

I remember it like it was yesterday, and sometimes it feels just like yesterday. So here I am 28 weeks and 2 days pregnant, Aug. 12, 2007. On our way out the door to go to lamaze class. Yep, lamaze......looking back, that did us a lot of good! On Tuesday, August 14th, Eric and I went to our routine doctors appointment. I was going in to get a bio-physical of the baby and also get tested for gestational diabetes. That morning I had drank the crazy hawaiian punch sugar drink that you have to down before the test, hadn't ate anything and only had a little bit of water. This doesn't make for a happy pregnant lady and I was looking forward to a nice lunch after our appointment. We only waited for a couple of minutes in the waiting room, the doctor's office was unusually bare for a Tuesday morning. We got in did the whole urine sample, blood pressure, temperature thing and then made it to our room to wait on the ultrasound tech. Once she came in and got everything set up, Dr. Papa stuck her head in to say hi and told us that she would be back in a sec. There it was....the moment that would change everything..... the second the wand touched my stomach and I looked at the screen. I knew something was wrong. I asked "what is that?, that hasn't been there before, the intestines are dilated aren't they? The tech confirmed it. She went to get Dr. Papa, when she got in and looked at the ultrasound she said the same thing and wanted to start some fetal monitoring in the office. Eric and I just looked at each other, confused and worried. What was happening? Dr. Papa quickly went off to her office to call our surgeon and fill them in on the situation. She wanted their opinion on what to do and of course they wanted to keep the baby in as long as possible. In the meantime, the nurse came in wanting to take my blood for the diabetes test. 4 sticks later, lots of bruising & pain and no blood.....I was about to crawl out of the chair and strangle the poor girl. They took me to a monitoring room where I got all hooked up and settled in a chair listening to the baby's heart rate. Only problem was that we kept picking up my heart rate and I had to lay in the most uncomfortable position for about 30 minutes. After that time it was decided that I needed the first in a series of steroid shots to help the baby's lungs develop 'just in case' we needed to deliver soon. In the back of my mind, at this point, was complete worry. I had heard of these rare cases of Gastroschisis where all the baby's intestines die inside the womb and have to be removed. That couldn't be happening to us. The front we put on was complete denial. Joking, laughing.... the usual Holly & Eric commentary during a tough situation. Our appointment was at 11am that day and we didn't make it out of the office until 1:30pm. Yeah, we made it out, but with strict instructions on what to do and where to go. Get some lunch, go home, pack a bag ......what a minute...PACK A BAG, I didn't have a bag.....I was 28 weeks pregnant! And finally....check into the hospital by 4pm that afternoon. When Eric and I left Dr. Papa's office that day there was a lot of silence. We didn't have to laugh and joke between the two of us. We knew what was really going on......and it wasn't good. When we made it home there was a lot of walking in circles, what to bring? how long will we be there? why was this happening? I guess I was hoping it was all a mistake and we would be sent home. On the way to the hospital I made Eric stop at Target and we bought a new camera because our old one was acting up. I wasn't going to have our baby without a camera. Most of the pictures you have grown to love on this blog were taken with that very camera. So when we got to the floor they showed us to our room. Things are a bit blurry at this point. Everyone was asking a lot of questions, I had to get another steroid shot and I was hooked up to the fetal monitor again. Same scenario, my heart rate and not the baby's. Dr. Papa came by and broke the news that we would probably be having the baby by the "end of the week." Ok (denial, denial, denial) we thought, it's Tuesday...... so we will have the baby on Sunday. No problem, that would make things better. That night the nurses were great and very supportive. I didn't really sleep and there were a few more steroid shots to get throughout the night. By morning Dr. Papa came by and said that things looked ok and we wouldn't be having the baby that day. So Eric and I called our family. Told them to go to work, no need to come over......we'll be here awhile. The nurse came in about 10am and gathered the paper from the fetal monitor machine. It was a very large pile of paper and she said that she would just fax it over to Dr. Papa. The nurse came back in and said that Dr. Papa would be there in 10 minutes. Why? She was just there? Apparently, she didn't like what she saw on the monitoring and she wanted to do an ultrasound. It seemed like 2 minutes later and there we were, in a room, on the floor with the ultrasound machine & Dr. Papa looking at our baby on the screen. She told us that the baby really wasn't moving much anymore and that she needed to deliver. We would be going for an emergency c-section as soon as an operating room was open (AKA 1 Hour). I remember asking her if a vaginal birth was out of the question. I really wanted that experience and I guess it was a last ditch effort on my part. Silly. We walked back across the hall to our room. We were in shock. Eric and I just held each other and cried. I will never forget that moment as long as I live. It was so powerful. The emotions. ugh. Thoughts raced through my head about what could happen, would happen. I knew we would be having the baby early maybe 34 weeks or later. I just didn't think we would have to deal with prematurity on top of Gastroschisis. Coming up for a visit, my brother walked in on the red faced, teared up scene. Poor guy. We asked him to call our parents and as far as I know he did a great job. It seemed like no time at all and tons of family and friends were in our room. We said our goodbyes and just like that I was rolled down to the operating room......

to be continued.......
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