My baby, keeping the hope alive

[Saberlilly]

Well it started when I was having contractions and I called my Dr at 10pm and he suggested that I go to the hospital to be checked out just incase. But He really thought that it was just braxton contractions. Well I get there and get checked in and the Nurse checks me and does not say a word. The nurse quickly leaves the room to call the dr. In the mean time my cousin showed up and I go to the bathroom and noticed that I had a lot of brownish discharge. I get settled back on the bed just as the nurse showed back up and I inform her of the discharge and yet again she says nothing she just nods. The Nurse decided that I should be checked again and Yet again she said nothing so I speak up and ask her what is going on. She said that it is not what she expected... Ok my cousin asked so is it good or bad and the nurse replies that I am not going home tonight and that I am dilated to a 4-5. After a while they bring in all the equipment and start and IV. The Nurse put it in the wrong spot and it HURT and burned. I had to sit like that for hours till shift change. I finally got it switched to my hand in the am. The New nurse was horrible no bed side manner. Ok by this time I was at a 6-7 and stable. I had to pee and the dam nurse would not let me up, she insisted that I use a bad pan. That is something that I can not do. So I refused and she stuck the bed pan under me and left this was 7am she didn’t come back till 9am I was in pain from setting tied down on the thing. Finally she called my Dr and he said that I could have gotten up to go pee anytime. Later on the contractions were getting strong and I was in tears from the pain and the stupid nurse did nothing she kept coming back to watch me in pain. Finally she asked if I needed anything and my ex husband told her to get me some pain medication that the Dr let me have. The nurse was sadistic about the whole thing just watching me in pain with a look of enjoyment. I went the whole day like that till about 5pm when I got my epidural. The girl who did my epidural was new at it and I ended up getting poked 4 times. The second time hurt so bad that I was throwing up and the stupid nurse kept telling me to hold still. Ok when your throwing up its hard to stay still. On the forth time she finally got it at this point I just wanted to be left alone. At 6pm my Dr showed up to check me and everyone was joking that if he leaves the hospital to run home that I am going to have this kid. LOL Sure enough No sooner had he gotten home and had two bites of soup to eat he get paged back. My baby starts to come at 6:25 and I had her at 6:36pm. I got to hold her for only a few min the nurse took her away to give her a bath and told me that she will bring her right back. a couple of hours go by and my baby is not back yet. I ask where my baby is and they tell me that they are keeping her in the nursery because she is having trouble breathing. They couldn't have come over and told me this before??? My baby ended up staying there for 2 days then 11:00pm the second day Her Dr comes into the guest room (I had been discharged earlier that day) To tell me that she has a hole in her lung and her lung had collapsed. He told me that she had to be shipped to the NICU in the city and they would be leaving in about 30 min. I lost it... I had both my other kids there with me and all I could do was cry. I called my parents and my ex husband to let them know and my parents came up there to help me with everything while John headed down to the city (2hour drive) I waited till I saw the helicopter fly away to head out. I was so beside myself that I couldn’t drive my father had to drive me down to the city. When I get there john is already in the room The Dr.'s and nurses filled me in with what is going on and told me that they didn’t have a place for me to stay yet that I would have to talk to someone in the morning. My sister Erinn was kind enough to rent a room at a local hotel just down the road I ended up being DUMPED off by myself because John left because he wanted clean clothing. That place was horrible, it was so dirty. I found a used condom in the bed, the towels had hair all over them the door hardly shut do to too many times being broke into, The heater was broken and the window leaked so much air that the curtins were blowing, and the only channels that came in on the TV was in Spanish. I only stayed there 3 hours before I left and my sister got her money back. I went trucking along with all my stuff in hand back to the hospital, (fair walk) I was about to crash head long into a cup of coffee when the social worker came to talk to me, she set me up for a nap room the hospital had while she made arrangements with the Local Ronald McDonald House. I got a couple of hours of rest and felt so much better but then i had to find food. I went downstairs remembering something about Food vouchers and talked to some ppl in admin about them they gave me a weeks worth, 2$ for breakfeast 4$ for lunch and diner. That was nice i got some lunch one slice of pork a drink and a roll costing 6$ i only had 5$ on my person so it kinda hurt but i was glad to pay it. Then some where between paying for my food and going back to the 7th floor i lost my vouchers. I was screwed... I get back up there to be bombarded by questions and ppl. Had to talk to the lactaion dr and my baby's Realy HOT Dr... He was tall handsome and sweet,, ahhh, lol anyways.. He filled me in with everything and estimated that Alorah would be there for about 5 weeks close to her actual due date. i was distraut because how was i going to be able to do that i had two other kids at home one of is still a baby. All i wanted to do was hold my little girl but i couldn't i was helpless watching her struggle to breath surrounded by wires tubes and monitors. The Dr told me what had to be done and it was simple they would give her some meds that would cover the holes and allow her loung to puff up. if by some chance that did not work then she would have to have surgery. i was a mess trying to understand everything. so later that day i took the tram over to the RMH and got checked into my room. I got a nice bath and some rest then went back to my baby. It ended up the other baby sharing a room with my baby was from the same town and his name was teh same as my son's William. I got to know his mom a little through out my stay and found out that we only live a few blocks away from each other. Everything went about the same for a few days and thanks to the kindness of a few ppl i was able to get at least one meal a day. Finnaly they told me that my baby was going home that a miracle hapend that her lung was fin now and we will be going home. Sadly my ex husbands aunt passed away the same day from cancer. Then while sitting waiting on the oerders to be transferd over the nurse gets a call taht my baby tested positive for MRSA. She had contracted it sometime between the time she was born to the time that she was flighted over. So what they said is that she got it from the Ponca Hospital go figure. We got over to the villiage and were put on contact precaution. They wanted me to wear a gown and gloves to tuch my baby i refused to do so on the grounds that i am going to tuch her when we get home so tuching her now when she really needs me is not going to make a diffrence besides i was trying to breastfeed. The couple of days in the Villiage was horrible i hated it but thinking all the while that my baby is coming home. I took a long time to get discharged and i was so glad to hold my other babies that i cried when i saw them. I had missed them so much. i Finnaly got home and got to relax a little.I still have yet to recover from having my baby but i know that it will get better. I have been so busy being a single parent trying to change diapers on two babies and taking care of my very onery four year old. I am going to go look for a job this upcoming monday, I need one so badly. I know that things will look up one day but it is going to take a while. I am also having trouble with my milk i only get about 10ml total in a setting and that is very depressing...

Keeping the Hope Alive
Sheila

[MSugarKane]

Dec. 5, 2009 at 7:33 AM

Drink lots of fluids, eat well and try to rest a lot, that will help make milk. But WOW what a horrible experience for childbirth!  I am glad your baby is OK now and do take care of yourself.   Congratulations.