Wednesday, September 5, 2007
...and Jack makes three
The last 11 days have been quite a whirlwind for the Webber family as the doctors decided to bring Jack into the world three weeks early. My blood pressure has been running a little high since we arrived in Japan so the doctors were testing me twice a week to make sure that I didn't develop pre-eclampsia. On Saturday the 25th, around 10 p.m., we received the dreaded phone call from the hospital telling us that we needed to come in to be induced because the pre-eclampsia had set in. They were especially worried because it onset very quickly which put me at a higher risk for seizures.
So, after a deep breath, a quick shower and the realization that this was really happening, we packed, showered and left for the hospital around midnight. As soon as I was admitted they hooked up an I.V. with Magnesium Sulfate, or as they referred to it, "flu in a bag". Immediately I felt like I had the worst flu ever and ever muscle in my body completely relaxed...sort of the opposite effect you want to have in order to have a baby. Coupled with the Mag was the Pitocin and then an assortment of other fluids to keep me hydrated. The side effects of the Mag prevented me from getting out of bed so I had the lovely experience of my first catheter as well. It's from this point on that Keith has to fill in the holes for me as the next thirty-six hours are a little fuzzy.
Eventually the anesthesiologist came in and administered my epidural, which was either really weak or didn't work at all. With the Mag working against the Pitocin it took quite awhile for full dilation and effacement but lucky for me as the contractions got worse they were giving me this great shot called Nubane.
The Nubane allowed me to sleep through some of the contractions giving Keith a break from listening to me whine. I really thought I was tougher, but it turns out I am a pretty big wimp.
Around 11 a.m. on the 27th the nurse came in to check and I was fully dilated, fully effaced but Jack was at minus three...basically too high. They sat me upright in the bed which caused the most tremendous pain I have ever experienced in my life. From the time they put in the epidural I had felt a pressure on the right side of my pelvis which until this point was bearable...but this is where it got bad. It only took 90 minutes for Jack to descend to where I could start pushing but that 90 minutes was very...let's say...vocal. After months of preparation, Lamaze classes, books and Internet research I thought the breathing thing would be a piece of cake. Breathing in was going okay, breathing out was more of a howling "owwwwwww", over and over until the contractions ended.
Once we were ready to push the nurse was very relaxed and wanted to see how effective my pushing was. On the first contraction I pushed and Keith asked how long it might take. The nurse replied that the pushing could take up to two hours. This triggered something inside me because when I pushed on the next contraction I heard "oh wow, he's coming, call pediatrics, get everyone ready". It was only about 20 minutes and five or six contractions before Jack Henry Webber entered the world on August 27th, 2007 at 1:05 p.m., weighing in at 7 lbs 4 oz and 19-1/2" long.
Keith cut the cord and helped the corpsman give Jack his first bath while the Midwife stitched up a few small tears and got me all cleaned up. Then I was given what we refer to as a Jack Bean Burrito, which has turned into "Bean" for short.
They gave us ample time for bonding before they moved us over to the recovery room where we had to spend the next three days so they could monitor my blood pressure and allow the Mag to get out of my system. Jack was having trouble breaking down the bilirubin and was a little jaundiced so he had to spend 24 hours under the bilirubin lights, not his favorite thing. Between Keith and I cuddling with him as much as possible and jimmy rigging the light contraption so we could hold him, we made it though and the Pediatrician let us go home on Thursday night, the 30th.
Now that we are home we are enjoying every second of poopy diapers and one-hour sleep intervals. We are so lucky to have been chosen by such a perfect angel. Where at times it feels so different having a baby in our lives it also feels like it has always been the three of us, we couldn't be happier.
Posted by Jenn Webber at 8:54 PM