Wow… It is hard to believe how many years have passed since
I last updated this blog. So much has changed, we have all learned and grown a
lot and I feel like this journey, although it is flying by, is still just
beginning.
First off let’s finish up with that delivery story… I think
the dramatic pause has been a little too long. I wasn’t feeling any pain during
the drive to Kingston. Everyone kept
checking with me though to see where I was and how I was feeling. When we got
to the hospital one of the security guards Josh worked with was standing there
with a big smile on his face. “We were waiting for you,” he said. It was comforting
that a lot of the people I was going to be seeing were all people who knew
Josh. They had held the elevator for me, calling the code that it was due to a
medical emergency. I felt so bad for Josh when he got there as that is all he
heard, that there was a medical emergency, and he panicked. Luckily one of
the guards that were there filled him in and told him that they were simply giving
me special treatment because he and I were together.
Once up in the maternity ward the nurses connected me up to
a dozen and one wires and cords. We were rather amused watching when I was
having contractions because at that point I wasn’t feeling anything. My mom,
step dad and sister all came to see us. Because I hadn’t eaten in hours, I was
starving. Josh and my step dad decided to go out and pick up food for all of
us. Only five minutes after they left, the nurse came into my room and told me
that I couldn’t have anything to eat or drink, just in case they needed to rush
me into an emergency c-section. I looked at my sister and she picked up the
phone to tell the boys, if they valued their lives they would not bring food
back to the hospital while my mom bargained with the nurse to let me at least
eat the tiny rice crispy square she had in her purse. Thankfully she said yes!
But the boys came back smelling like fast food, which made me very sad…
I started to have some back pain while everyone was still at
the hospital with me but nothing huge. Once everyone was gone I slowly started
to feel labor pains. I had been given a shot of morphine as the plan was to
keep me pregnant for another week. The morphine was supposed to stop the labor
so this plan would work. Once I went into hard labor, the morphine merely took
the edge off of the contractions. I didn’t get much sleep because of the pain,
but it was bearable.
I was sent to have an ultrasound at 11am to check on my
little monkeys and see how they were doing. Hard labor hit almost as soon as
that woman touched my stomach. I knew it wasn’t her fault, but every time she
touched me I just wanted to slap her hand away. She got so frustrated, not with
me, but with the nurses in the maternity ward. She said to Josh that she couldn’t
understand why they had sent me down there as I was in hard labor. She helped
me into the wheelchair, threw my binder at Josh and took me back. After taking
me to my room I could hear her yelling at the nurses at the front desk.
I instantly felt so sick. Josh helped me onto the toilet and
passed me the garbage can and I started to dry heave because I had absolutely
nothing in my stomach to throw up. One of the nurses came in and asked me if I
wanted Gravol and I couldn’t actually answer her, so I just shook my head yes. The
time between that beginning and being in the operating room moved fast. They
sent the anesthesiologist in to speak with me about the spinal and all I could
think to myself was that I was really hoping Josh was listening. As I sat there
still dry heaving, all I could hear was the Charlie Brown teacher…. There were
no words, just that sound.
Before I knew it they
were wheeling my bed to the operating room. Now that was an experience, it
doesn’t matter how many people you talk to, how many books you read, or how
many shows you watch. Nothing can prepare you for how you feel, what you feel,
and what you hear while you’re face is hiding behind that blue sheet.
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