Oh, my poor neglected blog. I’m so sorry I haven’t updated for so long. Everything had been going so well, I was just enjoying being a normal pregnant girl for a few months. That all changed in the last few weeks of pregnancy. At 33 weeks they measured my fundal height and it was 32 cm, so one week off. The doctor said it wasn’t a big deal so I wasn’t very concerned. Two weeks later at 35 weeks I measured 32 cm again and again the doctor said the measurement could be wrong but just in case he would do an ultrasound at my next appointment in a week. I went in for the ultrasound and my little guy went from being in the 50th percentile to the 5th percentile in the 3 months since I last had an ultrasound. The doctor said he would be concerned if he was under the 10th percentile but the 5th percentile was alarming. I was at 36 weeks at that point and the doctor said he wanted me to come in every 3 days to be hooked up to the fetal monitor to make sure he was still doing ok and then he would induce me between 37 and 38 weeks. He assumed there was something wrong with my placenta and little guy just wasn’t getting enough nutrition. Needless to say I was a wreck for a few weeks. I had made it so far only to be hit with another complication. At work patients kept asking me when I was due and when I would tell them I got the same answer over and over “but you are so small for that far along”. It was horrible.
My doctor finally made the call to induce me at 37 weeks one day. I went into the hospital on a Thursday and they started to induce me. My cervix was completely closed and it took DAYS for anything to happen. They started out with an oral medication I think it was called cytotec that was supposed to soften the cervix. Then they put in a balloon called a Foley Bulb to help open the cervix. Then I finally moved on to Pitocin. By Sunday I was finally dilated to 4 cm (seriously Sunday, it took a really long time but I was hooked up to the fetal monitor the whole time so I knew he was ok). The doctor broke my water Sunday afternoon and that’s when things really started happening. I got an epidural as soon as the contractions were bad. Sunday night around 11:30 I finally started pushing. As soon as I started pushing two flight for life nurses came into the room and that really freaked me out, my nurse told me that they were just there because it was a slow night for them but I was sure there was something wrong with my little guy and they were planning to fly him away to the big city as soon as he was born. I didn’t know at the time but little guy was face up and after pushing for 3 hours he just wasn’t coming out. The doctor said there was too much stress on the baby and every time I pushed his heart rate was going way down. I was so worried that he would suggest a c-section at this point after everything I had been through but instead he said he wanted to get him out with a vacuum. I told him to do whatever he had to do to make sure little guy was ok. So he did, he gave me an episiotomy and I pushed with everything I had and the doctor pulled with all his strength and little guy was born.
His first cry was the best sound I have ever heard in my life. I knew everything was ok when they put him on my chest and just let me hold him, I had expected them to whisk him away but instead I got to hold him and love him. He ended up weighing in at 5 lbs 12 oz so not nearly as small as they had expected. Words can’t even explain how relieved and happy we are. Most of the babies at this elevation need oxygen for the first few weeks or even months but our little guy had excellent oxygen saturation levels. Besides having to go back in to the hospital for a night to be put under the lights for jaundice he is absolutely perfect.
After seven years and more heart-break than anyone should have to go through we are finally parents. We just can’t get enough of our little guy, I think he is the most loved little boy in the world. We are so blessed to have him in our lives.