Evie, Maggie, and Josh, I want to tell y’all the story about the day you were born.
I had been on medicine called Magnesium Sulfate for two and half days when the doctor decided to stop the medicine. I had been having tons of regular contractions when they started the medicine. My contractions got a lot farther apart with the medication, but they never went totally away. On Tuesday, you were born Wednesday, I had my regular ultrasound that also checked the length of my cervix. My cervix measured 16mm. Everyone was pleased with the length, including me. Dr. Parker decided it was time to stop the Magnesium Sulfate. It is not a drug they wanted to keep my on for a long period of time, because there are a lot of risks to my helath with the medicine. I already had so much of it in my system, it was hard to walk or lift my legs to get back in bed. Plus, my contractions were better.
The doctors all felt like I was going to contract, but they were not concerned about it. They decided to give me a contraction threshold of 12 in one hour. That means contracting every five minutes was okay. As soon as the medicine was stopped, I began contracting. This was not until early evening. I did not want to deliver on night shift because there would be too much drama. I wanted my doctor and everyone else helping to be fully awake and ready when I delivered. Night shift Labor and Delivery rocks, so that was not a concern to me. I also knew that the doctors were not worried about the contractions unless they were not painful or worse than normal. So, all night long I contracted. It was very hard to sleep with the contractions. They did not hurt, I was just very aware that they were there. I did not call Daddy. I wanted him to sleep. I didn’t call Mimi either. I just wanted to ignore the contractions as much as possible.
By the next morning I was ready for the contractions to stop. Once my day shift nurse, Marla, came on, I was ready to do something aout the contractions. In fact, I told her that she had to either stop my contractions or deliver me. She knew I was serious. We used to work together, so she knew. I wanted the contractions to stop. I did not want y’all to be born yet. It was not my birthday. Y’all were not supposed to come until after that time. In my mind, if I ignored the contractions, they would go away and you guys would stay safe inside me.
Marla put me on the monitor, and I was contracting every 3-6 minutes. I was not at all suprised. I had been watching the clock for hours. Mimi called, and I told here what was going on. I knew my friend Sam was coming to see me, but I told Mimi she could still come. My doctor (OB/GYN not MFM) came by before I was put on the monitor and she gave an order for one dose of sub-cutaneous Brethine. It worked great. My contractions went from three to six minutes to every 15 minutes. Marla then called the MFM to see if I could restart my t-pump. The MFM said no, but to start me on Brethine by mouth. She said if this did not help, we would restart the t-pump. I was okay with this plan even though I knew the Brethine by mouth was not going to work. I knew we would change to the pump by the end of the day.
My friend Sam came up and saw me. The entire time she was there, I was contracting regularly again…even though I had taken my pill. I would tell her when I was having a contraction, but since I was not hurting, we had a great visit! Right after Sam left, Marla came in to monitor you guys. We got all of you on the monitor pretty easily. When I saw the monitor tracing, I knew things were not going the way I wanted. All of your heartbeats looked okay on the monitor, but all three of you were having little variables. Variables are dips in the heartrate. The type you were having were fine. They were not harmful to you at all. They just said something was going on. We had two different ideas of what the issue could be. Neither one of the ideas were ones I liked. In fact, Marla told me not to eat or drink anything else at this point. That did not suprise me because I was already thinking the same thing. We both knew that I was either in labor or the fluid levels in each of your sacs were low because of the Indocin, another medicine I had been taking to stop the contractions. Both of those reasons would cause y’all to be born.
Marla called my OB and told her I needed an ultrasound and someone needed to check my cervix. She said she would come and check my cervix after the ultrasound. I called your Daddy while Marla was calling the OB. I told him what was going on, but he did not need to worry. I asked him if he wanted to come on to the hospital or if he wanted to wait until we knew more. I encouraged him to wait hoping he was not going to need to come. He agreed with me. Very shortly after that, the ultrasonographer came to the room to scan me. She was the only one in the whole group I did not care for. She always kept the ultrasound machine turned away from me to where I could not see what was going on. I did not like that. She asked me several times after she had done the doppler studies on Maggie where her heartbeat was. It made me NUTS. I knew Maggie had a heartbeat because I heard the doppler flow. You can’t have one without the other. Then, I asked her how the fluid in each of your sacs was. She said she had not done it yet. In fact, she was not going to do it until after she did everything else. Oh, that really irritated me. Finally, she did finish the ultrasound, and all of the babies looked great. There was no problem with the fluid. That only left one option…I was in labor. Please NO, was allI could think and pray.
Right after the ultrasound was finished Dr. Henke came in to check my cervix. She asked me if I wanted Magnesium Sulfate again if I needed it. I told her she needed to decide. I was trying very hard to be the patient. As she checked my cervix, I was thinking it was still closed. However, she looked up and said I was 4-5/70/-2. I was stunned. I was blown out of the water. There was no way that was possible. However, it was. I was so sad and disappointed. I know that sounds odd, but I was. I felt like I had failed myself and my babies (even though I knew I had not). I did not want y’all to be born. I felt like my pregnancy was being stolen from me. I cried. I tried to be calm. I didn’t do the best job of that. I called Dad. He didn’t answer. I called again, and he FINALLY answered. I should not have been calling on his cell phone when he was sitting at his work desk. I wasn’t thinking straight. Dad left immediately and came to the hospital. Mimi called Dr. Bilek for me. I wanted him to assist on my c-section. I trusted him. I knew I would be okay if he was there. He left his patients in the office and came. Mimi called family, and famiy called family. Daddy called his parents. It was a crazy phone tree. Sam called and was going to bring her mom up to meet me. Needless, to say I have not gotten to meet her yet! It was crazy, I talked on the phone as my IV was started. I even made a quick post on the blog. It was a wild time. After all of this happened, I was transported to Labor and Delivery..in a wheelchair, per my insistance!! Y’all were scheduled to be born at three o’clock. They had to hurry. There were lots of things to do before y’all were born.
So this is the first half of the story. I will post about the actual birth tomorrow.
Before going to Labor and Delivery
Getting ready for the c-section in Labor and Delivery
We are off and in to the OR…we are ready to have babies!!!
I love you all.