Birth Story - part 1

o on Friday morning Tim and I left for Boston. It was our last weekend away before the babies were going to be born and we were excited, We had a nice hotel on the water and we were going to the PAX convention ( a nerd thing!). We had another couple that we are great friends with that was meeting us there and they were bringing a electric scooter for me to use so I didn't do too much walking.

We stopped by my surgeons office on the way so that I could get my lapband unfilled some because it had come to be that time where nothing wanted to go down. So she took out 3.2 cc's of fluid from my band, leaving 2 in. It went fine. I was a tad worried because the pregnancy had made my port move, but she got access to it right away and it was just like every other fill I have ever had.

When we got out to the parking lot I noticed that my car had a flat tire :-(. I have a little pump thing in my car and we pumped it up and found the nearest gas station on the GPS and headed that way. It was less than a mile and there actually happened to be a tire shop right behind the gas station. So we got 2 new tires and were on our way to Boston. We of course got lost, and Boston traffic at 4 pm on a Friday is a JOKE. We found our hotel, checked in and hung out and waited for our friends to arrive in town. They were picking us up and going to their hotel, which was connected to the convention center.

Our friend picked us up without his wife because she was in the hospital with pneumonia...but she insisted that he go and have fun. He had brought along an electric scooter thing for me to use so that I could avoid doing too much walking...it can cause labor and my ankles were really swelling up. It was neat, except that it had a dead battery :-(.

So he checked in and we went and dropped stuff off and then I decided that I could walk around and we went to the convention center. It was a really neat nerdathon place. We walked for HOURS, which may have been a mistake but I felt pretty good. We caught a concert, played some games and just took it all in and planned what we wanted to do the next day. Tim and I headed back to our hotel around 1 am. By 1:30 I had gotten a foot rub from the hubs and rolled and went to bed.

At around 2:30 am I felt this warm, gushing of fluid and I thought I was peeing the bed. With more than 10 pounds of baby in there, it would have surprised me to make it the whole way without one peeing accident. So I jumped up and ran to the bathroom and sat and the water kept coming....I looked down on the bathroom floor and all I saw was blood. I was really freaked out and scared and yelled to my husband that something was wrong. Not to go into too much detail but our hotel room looked like a crime scene....the bed, and the trail to the bathroom and it just kept coming. I was freaking out and told him to start packing while I called the doctor but that we had to drive home to CT, which was a 3 hour drive.

I got the doctors answering service and a nurse called back because the doctor was in a c-section...she asked if it was water with a tint of pink and I had to inform her it was water, but with a whole lotta blood. The doctor then called back and said it was not safe for me to drive home, that I had to go to the local hospital because my placenta could be rupturing and be checked and that then if it was okay I could drive back home and come to the hospital here.

So we went to the hospital we were told. We checked in and all I Kept saying was we want to go back home. All I could think about was if the boys needed the NICU and had to stay for a while, I would be 3 hours away and that freaked me out. They checked me in and took me back to the triage area I guess it is called. They put me on the monitor and I was having contractions, although I couldn't really feel them. They checked me and I was 2 cm dialated...I saw a few doctors and I told every single one of them that I just wanted to go home. By now it had been a few hours and all I could think was that we could have been back home by now. THe doctors there spoke to my OB and the decision was made that it was not safe for me to get in the car and make the trip home. I was stuck there.

So instead of being happy I was going to meet my babies I was scared and upset and couldn't believe that this was really happening, 3 hours away from home, when I had such a clean bill of health from my OB. But it was happening.

They brought me upstairs to the labor and delivery room....the doctor who we had initially was going home at 8 so a different doctor would be performing my c-section. They gave me an ultrasound to see the babies positions for pulling them out and for some movement as baby B would NOT register on the monitor.

I had a great nurse who came on at 7 am and she was with me for the whole day - c-section included. She saved my day!

More another day!