On Monday November 16th my doctor called me and asked if they could move forward my normal Thursday appointment. They said they wanted to see if I was progressing at all, since the baby's size was a concern. (Remember how I make giant babies? Me too.) So they scheduled me to come in the next day. On Tuesday we went in and the doctor checked me. I wasn't progressing at all. Denver wouldn't even move down at all. Not engaged in the slightest. And after feeling around, the doctor suspected that there wasn't enough room for him to move down. Basically, my pelvis was so small and Denver was so big that the doctor didn't think it would happen, and recommended we have a c-section. He said that I didn't have to make a decision right away but that I should seriously consider it. He said that we would most likely end with c-section anyways if we tried to continue with a traditional birth. Basically I could plan for a c-section or I would end up with an emergency c-section anyways.
I know this might sound dumb to some, but I was really upset that this was my situation. I felt really robbed. I mean, this was what my body was built to do... The biological purpose of my body... And I couldn't do it. I cried lots. I cursed lots. I felt like I had let my baby down and he wasn't even born yet. There is a lot of pressure for moms to do everything perfectly, and I felt inadequate because I couldn't do it. After lots of thinking and contemplating I decided it was in my best interest and the best interest of my baby to schedule my c-section. They scheduled it for Thursday November 19th at 7 AM.
On Wednesday I was so worried and I kept having Braxton hicks. That night I started getting really worried for my surgery in the morning I couldn't even eat. My "last meal" was Pizza, and I couldn't even eat any because I was so stressed! I was due to check into the hospital at 5 AM and I was so worried. Dallas and I went to bed at 9 PM but I was so worried I just laid there. I laid there until about midnight when I finally fell asleep. At 1 AM I woke up to the worst pain I've ever felt in my whole life. I was having contractions. They were only about 7 minutes apart, and for the hospital to admit you, they have to be 5 minutes apart. I laid in bed for an hour trying to get them to settle down and go away. Finally at 3 AM I woke Dallas up and told him that we needed to go to the hospital. He assumed I was just worried and told me to try and relax more. I figured I would try a hot bath to relax.
Typically, Diz usually won't set foot in the bathroom when water is running because she hates bath time. However, when I got in the bath she stood with her feet on the side of the tub and began crying and licking me. She knew something was going on and she was trying to help me. I was in the bath for maybe 5 minutes and had 2 contractions. It was game time. I went back into the room to get Dallas. He got up and took a shower while I was supposed to gather our bags. I was in way too much pain to gather our bags, I was just leaning on the crib swaying my hips for some relief. We checked into the hospital at 3:30 AM.
Typically, Diz usually won't set foot in the bathroom when water is running because she hates bath time. However, when I got in the bath she stood with her feet on the side of the tub and began crying and licking me. She knew something was going on and she was trying to help me. I was in the bath for maybe 5 minutes and had 2 contractions. It was game time. I went back into the room to get Dallas. He got up and took a shower while I was supposed to gather our bags. I was in way too much pain to gather our bags, I was just leaning on the crib swaying my hips for some relief. We checked into the hospital at 3:30 AM.
The nurses checked to see if I was dilated or progressing at all. I was dilated to a 4, but Denver still wasn't dropping at all. The doctor advised that we continue with the c-section as planned. So they gave me some medicine for pain and tried to slow the contractions. At 6:45 they began prepping for surgery. When you get a C-Section you aren't put to sleep. They give you a spinal block, or basically a strong epidural. It just numbs you from the chest down. As I was waiting for the medicine to kick in all the way and make me numb the anesthesiologist was trying to keep me calm and asked me what we were naming our son. After I told him he began talking endlessly about the Broncos and how "Manning really lost his head this year" - (this has now become a theme whenever I tell people Den's name, and it's quite funny in retrospect since the Broncos won the superbowl...). It was really nice of the doctor, though it didn't help much... I appreciated the thought.
When the doctors were prepped and ready to go they brought Dallas in. There was a clear divider going across my chest so that Dallas could watch but so it could also be sanitary. My mom was standing in the room right outside of the operation room in a window looking in. There happened to be a nurse in the room who was still learning the ropes so the other nurse was telling her what everything is. They began cutting into me and the more experienced nurse kept telling the learning nurse what they were looking at. "And that's the bladder, and there are the fallopian tubes" it was so strange to be hearing all of this.
At 7:46 AM Mr. Denver was born. They held him over me so I could see. At first sight I saw his black hair and thought, "Are you sure this is mine?" Then I looked down further to see him glaring at me and realized "Yep, that's my grumpy son.." he was the absolute definition of cute. He didn't cry at all. He was as calm as can be. He's still a very calm boy. He weighed in at 8 lbs 6 oz and was 22 in long. He is perfect.
Dallas got to hold him right away, and hold him while they ran their tests and cleaned him up. I got even more worried during this time because I couldn't see or hear him.. and they were in the same room as me. I thought there was something wrong but no one was rushing or anything so I was trying to stay calm and trust he was in good hands. After a few minutes I finally heard my baby boy squawk. He didn't cry, just one single scream to tell me "Mommy, I'm okay!" And I was at ease. After he got cleaned up they brought him over to me and let me kiss my baby. I couldn't hold him because they were still sewing me up, and I was still pretty numb. But I got to kiss him for a minute before they had to leave.
I got back in the room and with my baby around 8:00. All in all the operation took probably 45 minutes. It was easy and incredibly rewarding. I love my squeeky boy. This was definitely one of the best days of my life..
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