A difficult pregnancy
The day I found out I was pregnant was the absolute best day of my life, and nothing will ever top it. This was sometime around July or august 2015. The first trimester went by absolutely perfectly, I only had slight morning sickness, had to pee all the time and was tired a lot. From the day I found out I was pregnant I had a gut feeling I knew what the baby's gender was, maybe it was just wishful thinking I'm not really sure. I always referred to the baby as that certain gender though, well before our gender scan appointment.
So we finally make it to the date for the gender scan, I believe i had it done around 15 or 16 weeks. I get there I've got the babys father with me, my mom, and a friend of mine. THE ENTIRE APPOINTMENT THIS DANG BABY WOULDNT SHOW US ITS GENDER. We even went and ate ice cream and came back and the baby still wouldnt reveal itself. We went home disappointed and made an appointment to try again the next day, we were really looking forward to finding out the gender so attempt number one was pretty upsetting. The second day just me and the father went and I drank some caffeine on the way there hoping the baby would be more active. We get in the room and the lady sets me up for the ultrasound and the second she puts the machine on my stomach, BAM there it was, our baby was just modest and only wanted mommy and daddy to see. WE WERE HAVING A BOY!!!! My gut and Hope's had been right. I had always wanted my first child to be a boy, because I always wanted an older brother and didnt have one it was just me and my older sister.
So the second trimester goes by pretty much without a hitch, the most irritating thing about it was a ton of heartburn and having to pee all the time still.
At around 34 or 35 weeks I started getting really itchy. Not just oh my skin is stretching itchy. I'm talking full on I want to RIP MY SKIN OFF why won't this itch go away I think I'm going to go insane itchy. If you saw me you would probably think I was on drugs or something that's how bad this was. I was leaving CLAW MARKS in my skin to where I was bleeding it was itching so bad. I knew that there definitely was something off but I didnt know what. I just knew that no one I've ever know who has kids has ever talked about being itchy like this. At this same time there had been a few days where I had a very sharp pain under my ribs on my right side with no explanation as to why.
Knowing something definitely wasnt right I messaged my doctor online and told her what had been happening. She messaged me back and said that I needed to come in the following day for some special blood tests that she wanted to check my bile levels. So the following day I went in and had it done. A couple days later I went on the website and got my test results back. It wasnt good news. I had something called CHOLESTASIS OF PREGNANCY.
I was not given these results by a doctor, they were automatically released to me through the lab. At this point I am FREAKING OUT I am crying uncontrollably. I had googled the condition and read that it can lead to me losing my baby and that I would probably have to have him early. I could not for the life of me get a doctor to talk to me and couldn't get in for an appointment. I called my mom bawling my eyes out, thinking my baby was going to die. She left work early and went with me to the doctor where she demanded that I am seen by a doctor. By this point in time I am about half way through my 35th week of pregnancy.
In the appointment I find out that my condition is very rare, that only 1% of women get it and that they do not know the cause. I also find out that I will be having my baby early, that I will be induced at 37 weeks. That was a major shock to me and very scary. In just a couple days I went from having 5+ weeks left in my pregnancy to giving birth in just 11 DAYS. I also found out that in the 11 days leading up to my induction date I would be coming into the doctor two to three times a week for an hour for them to monitor the babys heart beat and make sure he was okay.
The day finally arrived. I was super anxious, nervous, scared, excited, basically a jumbled mess of emotions. We were supposed to go in at 8am but they didnt have a bed available until about noon or 1. Most of the day is actually a blur and I dont remember a lot of things that happened after we got to the hospital, so there may be things missing, delayed, or out of order than it happened .
Once in the hospital they gave me a pill to start the induction process. When I wasnt progressing like they wanted, by about 8pm they decided they were going to speed along the process by using what I believe may be called a Foley balloon but I'm not 100% sure. I like to call it a medieval torture device because it was absolutely horrible. You have to lay in bed on your side with a bag yanking from the inside of your cervix trying to help force you to dilate every time you have a contraction. So at some point during this the pain is making me incredibly irritable so I decide to go ahead and get my epidural. Which you are supposed to sit still for, when she did the part before the epidural she scared me and I JUMPED that could have been such a disaster.
A little while later I was finally dilated enough for the torture device to come out. They also decided it was time to pop my water.....that's when it all went down hill...
I was finally resting when nurses rushed in started flipping me back and forth, and sticking an oxygen mask on me. They said my sons heart rate had dropped dangerously low from the contractions and that if it happened again we would have to have a csection. What felt like five minutes later they rushed back in this time with double the amount of nurses and also two surgeons. His heart rate had dropped again and they were taking me back to have an emergency csection.
That is the most terrifying moment of by life by far. I was being wheeled away by myself knowing that my sons life was now in danger. His dad had to stay in the room and get scrubbed up and wait to see if my body reacted to the numbing medicine before he could come in. Because if it didnt and I didnt get numb enough for surgery they would have to put me under and he wouldnt be allowed in there for the birth of his baby.
Thankfully they didnt have to put me in there, and his dad was able to come into the operating room.
At 3:03am the best thing that has ever happened to me was born via emergency csection.
So we finally make it to the date for the gender scan, I believe i had it done around 15 or 16 weeks. I get there I've got the babys father with me, my mom, and a friend of mine. THE ENTIRE APPOINTMENT THIS DANG BABY WOULDNT SHOW US ITS GENDER. We even went and ate ice cream and came back and the baby still wouldnt reveal itself. We went home disappointed and made an appointment to try again the next day, we were really looking forward to finding out the gender so attempt number one was pretty upsetting. The second day just me and the father went and I drank some caffeine on the way there hoping the baby would be more active. We get in the room and the lady sets me up for the ultrasound and the second she puts the machine on my stomach, BAM there it was, our baby was just modest and only wanted mommy and daddy to see. WE WERE HAVING A BOY!!!! My gut and Hope's had been right. I had always wanted my first child to be a boy, because I always wanted an older brother and didnt have one it was just me and my older sister.
So the second trimester goes by pretty much without a hitch, the most irritating thing about it was a ton of heartburn and having to pee all the time still.
At around 34 or 35 weeks I started getting really itchy. Not just oh my skin is stretching itchy. I'm talking full on I want to RIP MY SKIN OFF why won't this itch go away I think I'm going to go insane itchy. If you saw me you would probably think I was on drugs or something that's how bad this was. I was leaving CLAW MARKS in my skin to where I was bleeding it was itching so bad. I knew that there definitely was something off but I didnt know what. I just knew that no one I've ever know who has kids has ever talked about being itchy like this. At this same time there had been a few days where I had a very sharp pain under my ribs on my right side with no explanation as to why.
Knowing something definitely wasnt right I messaged my doctor online and told her what had been happening. She messaged me back and said that I needed to come in the following day for some special blood tests that she wanted to check my bile levels. So the following day I went in and had it done. A couple days later I went on the website and got my test results back. It wasnt good news. I had something called CHOLESTASIS OF PREGNANCY.
I was not given these results by a doctor, they were automatically released to me through the lab. At this point I am FREAKING OUT I am crying uncontrollably. I had googled the condition and read that it can lead to me losing my baby and that I would probably have to have him early. I could not for the life of me get a doctor to talk to me and couldn't get in for an appointment. I called my mom bawling my eyes out, thinking my baby was going to die. She left work early and went with me to the doctor where she demanded that I am seen by a doctor. By this point in time I am about half way through my 35th week of pregnancy.
In the appointment I find out that my condition is very rare, that only 1% of women get it and that they do not know the cause. I also find out that I will be having my baby early, that I will be induced at 37 weeks. That was a major shock to me and very scary. In just a couple days I went from having 5+ weeks left in my pregnancy to giving birth in just 11 DAYS. I also found out that in the 11 days leading up to my induction date I would be coming into the doctor two to three times a week for an hour for them to monitor the babys heart beat and make sure he was okay.
The day finally arrived. I was super anxious, nervous, scared, excited, basically a jumbled mess of emotions. We were supposed to go in at 8am but they didnt have a bed available until about noon or 1. Most of the day is actually a blur and I dont remember a lot of things that happened after we got to the hospital, so there may be things missing, delayed, or out of order than it happened .
Once in the hospital they gave me a pill to start the induction process. When I wasnt progressing like they wanted, by about 8pm they decided they were going to speed along the process by using what I believe may be called a Foley balloon but I'm not 100% sure. I like to call it a medieval torture device because it was absolutely horrible. You have to lay in bed on your side with a bag yanking from the inside of your cervix trying to help force you to dilate every time you have a contraction. So at some point during this the pain is making me incredibly irritable so I decide to go ahead and get my epidural. Which you are supposed to sit still for, when she did the part before the epidural she scared me and I JUMPED that could have been such a disaster.
A little while later I was finally dilated enough for the torture device to come out. They also decided it was time to pop my water.....that's when it all went down hill...
I was finally resting when nurses rushed in started flipping me back and forth, and sticking an oxygen mask on me. They said my sons heart rate had dropped dangerously low from the contractions and that if it happened again we would have to have a csection. What felt like five minutes later they rushed back in this time with double the amount of nurses and also two surgeons. His heart rate had dropped again and they were taking me back to have an emergency csection.
That is the most terrifying moment of by life by far. I was being wheeled away by myself knowing that my sons life was now in danger. His dad had to stay in the room and get scrubbed up and wait to see if my body reacted to the numbing medicine before he could come in. Because if it didnt and I didnt get numb enough for surgery they would have to put me under and he wouldnt be allowed in there for the birth of his baby.
Thankfully they didnt have to put me in there, and his dad was able to come into the operating room.
At 3:03am the best thing that has ever happened to me was born via emergency csection.
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