A normal day...I thought. I had to pee a TON that day....like crazy. Sorry if that's TMI...but if you can't handle it I suggest you not read this post.
Anyways, I spent at the Cave - my Crossfit Gym with my good friend and her boys. Feet propped up, doing my bible study. I usually head home from there around 2 or 3 to avoid the horrendous traffic to my house and wait for Gibby to get home from the gym. If you know Gibby, you know that he likes to dilly dally at the gym after his workout. This night I waited somewhat patiently for him to get home so that I could possibly guilt him into going and getting a cheeseburger from Five Guys. IT WORKED! But goodness I was "hangry" (hungry + angry).
07:30pm - Gibby had to check his numbers (he's doing a macros plan) which took even LONGER! GRRRRR! Finally he finished and we were headed out the door but of course I had to pee first. He went out to the car, frustrated as all get out about my hangriness. And that's when it happened.
08:00pm - My water broke. Holy crap. This just got real. Like for real for real. I yelled at Gibby (which he later admitted he was thinking "what the heck does she want now) to come into the house. He peeked around the corner and I said "my water just broke." He literally did a happy dance. Oh boy....thunder cats a go!
08:05pm - I called my good friend Sharon to ask what to do....I was just so worried/excited/nervous my brain shut off. She said I needed to call the dr.
08:10pm -I called my dr's office...it took like a million min for her to call me back. She assured me things would be okay but said "no food." SERIOUSLY???????????? The last meal I had was probably around 1pm that day. But, I listened (reluctantly) and headed to the hospital.
08:30pm - Remember how I mentioned the macros plan Gibby was on? Ya, he stopped at Chic-Fil-A on the way to the hospital and ordered a grilled chicken sandwich with an extra grilled chicken fillet in front of me. I wanted to punch him in the throat. Grr! We started making calls to our peeps. My sister was first on the list. She was so excited but kept saying "are you being serious." Yes, Francis I am serious. We hung up and she called me right back "are you being serious." Yup, I am.
08:45pm - We got to the ER and I got out of the car. Literally I felt like I wet my pants. AGAIN. I always keep napkins in my glove box so I stuffed some napkins down my pants and proceeded into the ER waiting room. Yup, I just said that...and that really happened. Like I said earlier if it's TMI,
STOP READING NOW! We walked in and checked into the admission window....luckily I pre-registered so all we had to do was wait for a nurse to come down and escort us to the L&D.
09:00pm - The lady from L&D finally came down and picked us and another lady up. We headed up to the third floor. The room we got was HUGE! Of course we had to take a selfie!
David claimed his real estate and then began the wait....and so did his sleep
10:00pm- Francis and Christi (my bestie) start heading to the hospital. They got there in no time and we patiently waited to see what to do next.
The nurse comes in and hooks me up to like 35 monitors (I'm being dramatic) but each baby had a heart rate monitor, I had a blood pressure cuff, and an IV. They started pushing antibiotics and gave me a steroid shot to help mature the babies lungs.
Everyone keeps telling me to get some rest....how the heck am I supposed to do that? I'm hungry (all they let me have were ice chips....boring zzzzz), I'm excited, and scared as hell. Sleep and rest is no where on my radar. I can't say that was the case for all...lol
My night nurse is amazing. Her name is Wai-Wai. She keeps ensuring me that everything is going to be okay. They check me and I'm not dilating. Boo. The contractions are not fun either....all back labor. Everytime I have a contraction Francis and Christi tell me when it's "getting better" and going away. I labor on through the night...
About 10:30 am the next day, I finally ask for an epidural. For the rest....and lets be real....the pain isn't too much fun either. The nurse tells me that it'll be about 20 min...5 min later the anesthesiologist is there. I was scared as shit. Not only have I never been admitted to the hospital I've heard all the horror stories of epidurals not working, paralysis, and the pain. Dr. Ham was amazing! I didn't even feel it at all!!!! This day my nurse was Lizzy and I was grateful that she was chesty bc I had to hug my belly, which is huge at this point and lay my head in her chest. LOL. Ya, it's the little things in life that we appreciate.
Of course I needed selfies:
I finally get some well needed rest. Still hungry too but I get half a Popsicle at some point in the day because I'm bitching so much...best Popsicle ever!
(Ok, side note...it's been like 3 days writing this post so my mind is a little foggy)
My left side starts to feel contractions again, I am not dilating past a 4 and it's 8:45p. My dr said she's gonna call for a C-Section. OMG, not cool at all. I've been in "labor" for 25.5 hours and it's gonna end with a major surgery. The tears flow...like I'm scared shitless. So I have like 15 min to get prepped and ready for this...and so does David.
Here's the 3 things I wish I would have known before I had a C-Section:
1) The operating room is as cold as the Artic Circle and the IV fluids they push only make it worse
I was shaking so hard, I had no idea my body could move that fast. So there I am fully exposed on the table with my arms fully extended to my sides. Shaking like Shakira in a bad music video. My teeth were chattering.
2) You can feel pressure. It doesn't hurt, but your insides are being pulled out and all over the place. Of course you can feel a little bit of pressure. Dr. Ham (the anesthesiologist) did tell me when it feels like an elephant sitting on my chest the babies are coming out.
3) Would you rather have the drugs or itch? Morphine makes people itch like crazy. I took the itchiness...for real I felt like a drug addict going off the hard stuff. Itchy itchy itchy.
I get all prepped and they do the first cut. I can smell the cauterized stuff. And then David is allowed to come in. I'll spare the gory pics, and show you the after effect. I hear my first baby cry, "it's a boy!" David does a happy dance. 2nd baby's head is stuck and I definitely feel that pressure. "it's a girl" and I hear the cry.
I'm allowed to kiss the babies before they're whisked off to the NICU..
Westin David Gibson was born on 9/16/14 at 09:18pm 4lbs 2oz, 18 inches. Brooklynn Dawn Gibson was born at 9:19pm 4lbs 9oz, 16.5 inches.
