Y’all, here it is, Amelie Quinn’s birth story. It’s not overly dramatic. May I tell you about it anyway? It involves bodily fluids (duh) so if that gives you the heebie jeebies, you’ve been warned.
April 11th began like every other day with an early morning trip to the potty. I stumbled around in the dark like I always do and got on with my tinkle business. I was just about ready to crawl back into bed when a funny feeling made me hesitate. This is may be disgusting but I don’t flush in the middle of the night. It’s futile since I’m usually back in there within two hours and the flushing would wake Hubs. So, I padded back to the bathroom and flipped on the light. There was blood in the toilet and lots of it.
Now, it isn’t uncommon to have a little “bloody show” before labor. I wasn’t in pain but things didn’t “feel” right. I roused Hubs. It was 4.45am.
We called in and waited for a doctor to call us back. In the meantime, we both got up and dressed. I sipped on orange juice and started to feel nervous. Turns out, my own doctor was the lucky lady on call that night and she advised us to head to the hospital so she could check things out in person. I asked Hubs to load up our hospital bag just in case.
I’m glad I did.
Just before we left, I snapped a quick pic of my baby bump. Turns out, it would be my last one. *sniffles*
We dropped our taxes in the mail and headed into the hospital, which is only a short drive from our house. In the car ride over, I noticed I was having strong-ish menstrual-like cramps. Was I in labor???
I was admitted to triage and got hooked up to the monitors while we waited for my doctor to check in. Baby Girl was doing fine, her little heart pounding away (big-sigh-of-relief) and I was indeed having contractions.
Miraculously, I had my 39 week baby bump post already written so Hubs uploaded the pic from that morning and published it right from the triage room. How’s that for being a hard core blogger lady?
My doctor arrived a while later (she had just gotten out of surgery) and checked me over to figure out why I was bleeding so much. I was only 3cm dilated and 70% effaced but she suspected a partial placenta abruption: where the placenta tears away from the uterine wall prematurely. That’s bad because the baby gets her nutrients (like oxygen) from the placenta. You don’t want your baby going without oxygen.
We had two options:
- I could continue to labor on my own while being closely monitored. The moment the baby feels any distress, they would perform an emergency c-section.
- I could get the c-section immediately. My doctor was already there. The anesthesiologist was ready to go. Plus, it was perfect timing since I hadn’t eaten anything yet besides a swig of orange juice hours earlier.
Hubs and I discussed. Obviously I wanted to labor in hopes of going about this the natural way. But since I was only 3cm dilated, it was possible that I could labor for a day or more and still end up with the c-section if Baby Girl was struggling. It seemed silly to put her at risk when something was clearly wrong with my placenta. I let go of my ego (of course I cried) and we prepared ourselves to have a baby that morning.
(My boobs actually leaked milk after writing that last sentence!)
They wheeled me into the OR and suddenly I was scared. I know, lots of ladies have had c-sections. My own mother did over 30 years ago. But the thought of having a baby cut out of my body is not something I had given much thought to until I was lying in that bed. And that thought is CREEPY.
(Doesn’t it look like I’m being wheeled in at like 30 mph?)
The anesthesiologist had me slurp down a super sour drink to stop my bowels (more on that later) and then I sat with my legs dangling off the side of the bed so he could administer the spinal tap. I just laid my head on my nurse’s chest while she held me. (NURSES ARE THE BEST). Pretty soon, I was still awake but completely numb from the chest down. They slipped in a catheter (how fun!) and finally I was prepped to meet my little lady.
The c-section went quickly. I was overwhelmed and couldn’t see anything anyway, so I mostly kept my eyes closed.
They had me cut open and Amelie pulled out within 6 minutes! At 10.01am, Amelie Quinn was “on the outside”. (She was not thrilled).
I could hear her but it took a few minutes before I could meet her. She was so little – almost exactly 6lbs.
Hubs brought her over and she looked right at me.
Our first meeting was not what I expected. I thought my heart would burst into itty bitties and be replaced by a whole planet worth of love for this wrinkly, swollen, smushed-nose person. But instead?
Who are you? What are you all about? Now that we’re a team – a family – what’s that going to be like, you know? I think she was wondering the same thing about me.
Hubs followed Amelie to the nursery while my doctors sewed me up – which took about 45 minutes. I stayed quiet and rested.
But my bowels DID NOT STAY QUIET. The doctors were cordially chatting away when they were interrupted by the loudest, juiciest, most disgusting fart you could ever imagine. The room hushed into an embarrassed giggle. One of the doctors jokingly took the blame. Since I could feel nothing (nor see), it took a minute to register that…it was me?
“Umm, Doctor? Did I just fart during my c-section?!?” I asked, appalled.
“Yeah, we’re not sure if it was from your anus or your insides. People poop and stuff during labor all of the time so don’t worry!”
You’re not sure if it was from my anus or my insides? Did it smell as horrendous as it sounded? Ohmygod?
I had to close my eyes and pretend it didn’t happen. As it would go, all sense of modesty would get thrown right out the window over the next four days anyway. Do you want to hear about it or have you had enough?