Sloane's Birth Story



Sloane is already 6 months as I finally put her day of birth into words. Mark and I had so many expectations for this day. We had so many emotions including fear and excitement. Even though this was our "2nd baby" this was a completely new experience from the boys birth.
We has some tests run on Feb. 28th to see if she was developed enough to have a c-section at 36 weeks. This was done for many different reasons but reasons I am choosing not to list. I was checked in, I.V. hooked up(after 2 sticks and a terrible painful job), we waited for hours, we had bags in room, and were all settled in when we got the news. She wasn't ready. Actually the nurse's words were "She isn't just not ready she is REALLY not ready." We were so bummed. They unhooked me and we checked out and drove home that day super bummed. Talk about an emotional roller coaster. We knew this was a possibility and tried to be as prepared as possible but it was still hard to swallow. We thought we were going to meet our baby girl that day. All family was in place, Wyatt was taken care of, Mark had all his patients properly schedule, we had even had our "last night" with JUST Wyatt...but the Lord had a different plan.
After that day my Dr. wanted to see me every 3 days for a non-stress test and he wanted another ultrasound just to check on everything. At this point they had been also checking cord blood flow to make sure her cord was NO WHERE NEAR any part of her upper body. On March 13th, 38.3 weeks I had an appointment. After an ultrasound and talking to my Dr. he felt it was time for the c-section. Thank goodness Mark was at this appointment because they sent me straight to Labor and Delivery from the office. (For the record though he hardly EVER misses an appointment with me! He is so involved. ;)) We were checked in and added to the list of c-sections that night. It was 3:30pm...we waited, we waited, and we waited. We made our phone calls, Mark went home and got our bags, and we got all settled into the room. I had eaten a fast food fish ;) sandwich about noon so we had to wait at least 6 hours before surgery. ;/ About 9:30pm they began the surgery prep and such.
When the boys were born I had an emergency c-section. I know the term "emergency c-section" is thrown around lots but mine was MAJOR, like as in I was put to sleep and was cut and sewn back together within 6 mins. I hardly even have an i.v. started when they ran me back...Mark wasn't allowed in the room, I wasn't awake, I didn't have any prep...blah blah blah. So this "repeat c-section" as some would call it was a FAR CRY from a repeat for Mark and I.
They gave me the epidural and Mark was able to sit in the room with me. Having him there really helped a lot. At this point I was pretty emotional, I am glad he was able to stay with me. I started getting nauseated. This feeling was only for a short time. Pretty quickly after that was over I was being wheeled back to the O.R. My Dr. asked if I had a certain choice in music. LOL! I love him so much!! The nurses were all smiling and so sweet. Mark was able to sit right next to me. It seems like an etunirty before that first cry. I can't even begin to write words that will come close to describing the feelings I had at that moment. During the actual moments Dr. was "pulling her out" he had Mark stand and look over the curtain. I loved watching his face. It was a moment I WILL NEVER FORGET. The song "How sweet it is to be loved by you" was playing on the music. So appropriate...

She SCREAMED-I mean SCREAMED so loud and for so long! It was truly amazing. Mark and I both held her, the nurses took pictures, Mark even got to actually get to see her and stand next to the little bed while they cleaned her up. It was perfect. ;)
Mark brought Buddy in the room to see her. I nursed her for the first time. She did amazing! Family was able to take turns coming in. It went just how it's "supposed to go." We were so BLESSED!!




3 comments:

Emily.Duncan said...

I love this story so much! :)

Lins said...

This was a cute story! I had a c-section with both of my boys. I remember with my youngest when the doctor started to pull him out I looked at my husband and told him I thought my ribs were going to break! LOL He was way up in them. I loved my doctor too, he not only let my husband come in but he also let my mom come in too. :) I was adopted so my mom had never experienced that. They let her go wherever in the O.R. so she was able to see Gannon actually coming out. :) Thank you for sharing your story!


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The Barker's said...

Such a beautiful story and I am so happy it was such a great experience for you!!! You have such adorable children!!! Good job momma =)