As i said before J and i were able to throw a conjoined party for Emmie and we got along, so it was a great success!
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| Emery's cupcakes and rapunzel doll centerpiece made by her auntie |
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| Princess in the leaves! |
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| Emery and her dad. |
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| poking my nose... |
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| My princess, the love of my life. |
When Emmie came into this world she did it with a dramatic fashion, totally her style.. and on her own terms.
I went to the hospital on Oct 25th because i was having contractions and they were coming exactly 15 minutes apart, odd since braxton hicks are supposed to be sporatic and i was only 29 weeks..
They checked me and hooked me up to the monitors, i was 1cm but after an hour nothing changed so they sent me home. They said to call if i had anymore symptoms..but that some women are 1cm up until they give birth..
I went home and the next day was worse, i was in my college math class and the contractions were worse..I ignored it figuring the doctors were right and this was normal...(ah, if i had known) Tuesday rolled around and i went to work on my feet in a salon for 8 hours..the contractions were now about 7 min apart..and i had some other symptoms so i called labor and delivery and explained, the nurse on the other line said i was experencing braxton hicks contractions, i needed to relax and was told DO NOT come in unless your water breaks or you start bleeding.... So off to bed i went. Wednesday was worse, by far, i went off to my math class and barely made it through the hour and a half..and after the 15 min drive home..i was ready to cry..So i came home and napped.. Then that night when i went to bed, i didn't sleep i was tossing and turning all night, the contractions were about 3 min apart..and by the time one finished the next one was starting, i took 3 baths (hoping it would help) i had a heating pad on my back , basically i tried everything.. When J woke up in the morning he had realized i didn't sleep and told me we were going in to the hospital , i argued saying i was being a hypocondriac and that they were just going to send me home again...Then i had the sudden urge to pee so ran into the bathroom...there was blood, not alot but enough for me to say get your shit were going now... I didn't bring a thing with me..just my purse with my ID, thankfully my camera was in my purse!
When we got to labor and delivery it was about 7:30 in the morning, they put me in a room and went to check me... The doctor didn't even get the speculum in when she looked up and said..Your 7 cm ...your in labor..and started paging people... Next thing i know there is about 10 people in my tiny room, im getting an iv in my hand, stabbed in the other arm with a steroid shot and a catheter...
I was then wisked away to another MUCH BIGGER room. They told me they thought they could get me to hold off for another 24 hours so i could get another steroid shot, and they started me on an IV of magnesium to stop my contractions..Thats when we realized Emery was coming..We started calling family and friends.. They tried to sound excited but the truth was they were just as fearful as us..My mom and dad asked the tough questions, "how big is she going to be?" "Whats the survival rate of a 29 weeker?".... Survival rate, wait what.. the fear sunk in but i was in so much pain and the magnesium was making me feel lightheaded hot and sicker then ive ever felt before..When we asked the dr how big they thought she was, she responded..were thinking shes close to 3lbs..but her lungs are not mature enough to breathe on their own hence the steroid shot for her lungs.. I was scared but while talking to family i put on a smile and pretended that everything was going to be just fine.. but the truth was i was thousands of miles from everyone i cared about and i was scared to death.. I was scared that my body had failed the child i was meant to protect.
After a few hours on mag i was checked again, and they realized.. Emery was on her way and now i was 9cm. A team of doctors flew in for Emery the hospital i was at had no nicu, i had a team of 4 doctors emmie had 3 pediatricians in the room, plus the flight crew, a midwife and about 20 nursing student.. Yea...awkward but at that point i didn't care and Emery was born..I heard a tiny cry and the doctors say 1 minute of life, 2 minutes of life, 3 minutes of life..and she was wisked away... She was lifeflighted to another hospital and i couldn't leave to go there till the next day... Here are some pictures from the most terrifying yet exciting day of my life..
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| First time i saw emmie, shes in her isolette with her flight team, ready to take off. |
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| In her isolette..so little 3lbs 12oz |
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| 1 week after she was born, after a bath, so adorable. |
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