I guess it was this mother's instinct! My delivery day was supposed to be March 27,2011 and just what do you know, I was over a week late. The doctor's had set me up to get induced at "Winnie Palmer Hospital" in Orlando, Florida on the following Sunday night on April 3rd, 2011 at 9 pm. It's funny I thought it was a strange day to get induced and especially the time of night. I was so anxious already and overly exhausted from awaiting to see the beautiful angel me and my husband created and I was starting to worry more and more on the pain Imma have to indure and go through for such a blessing. My bags were packed and ready weeks in advance already so it was April 3rd, 2011 and me, my husband, and good neighbor and friend, Juney, had wanted to join us in the delivery room for her experience also seeing a live birth on the other side of the fence besides delivering her own so I decided that could be a great idea because I could have pics taken of my live delivery in the birth room as it was happening.
It was 9pm and I arrived at the front desk to get checked in and escorted to my
room on the fifth floor to get induced, or least I thought. Instead of recieving my gown to get changed into the very first thing I was handed was a menu, lol. I did tell the nurse I thought I couldn't eat anything so I skipped dinner and so the nurse said that it would be few hours before I even get induced and it was last call if I wanted to order anything by 10pm, so I indulged in my free room service and ordered everything I possibly could order. It was not even until 3am in the morning before I even got induced and it was already beginning to feel like a long night and I was beginning to get frustrated and my stomach was feeling so huge and tight and it was hard to rest. In the meantime after I had ate the doctor and nurses kept sticking me with all kinds blood work, pills, and waking me up almost every other hour i was so exhausted and even more frustrated with all the interruptions as I waited for the inducing remedy to actually start kicking in for me to start dilating which took up until Tuesday at 4:20am in the morning when my water broke after I finally did start to fall asleep. Then it was almost up to 20 hours later that I reached the dilating number lucky seven when I started to break out with a one hundred one fever, ohh boi!
It's now been almost close to 22 hours I been in labor, I was now starting to not be able to feel my back too much except in the lower left hand side I was getting extreme labor pains with the topped off fever. I was in agony and started to feel lightheaded when I started really hearing this women in the next room who was delivering a natural birth screaming like someone was chopping at her for minutes like she was in the scariest horror film anyone could ever bear to hear or watch. Her sounds even terrified me even more and with hours of labor and me not dilating I felt something would terribly go wrong since I had not much feeling in my back since I was given so much pain meds and epidurals and nothing seemed to ease my pains while I was not dilating any further and my fever going up, that's when I begged the doctor's to get her out of me and give me a C-Section. They were trying to convince me to have it try to have her naturally until they noticed my fever and my stomache was having contractions over contractions non-stop and it was getting harder and harder tightening up more and I wasn't even dilating any further. It was my instinct to tell them it's time for the this other type delivery and so they discussed it with the other doctor's and starting preparing me for surgery. Yes, I was terrified either way but in my heart I felt something wasn't right going natural with the epidurals and it was just taking too long and things with my body was getting worse, It was in my mind this mother's nature.
My husband started really getting silent and looked very worried that I had chosen to do this but I had to explain my reason to him that I felt in was in the best interest for the baby to be alright coming out more then anything then my own life at that moment. Finally getting off to the emergency surgery room, my friend now had to leave and couldn't do the pics of my live birth since I wasn't having her the way planned because now in minutes of starting after the surgery my husband was the only one allowed in the operating room. I was beginning to get little more sedated with drugs to ease my pains and I remember as I was fading in and out, there were like 17 or more doctor's and nurses in the room with me for delivery during surgery but with the fact of my fever on hand and then my heart rate dropping low they needed to call about 10 or more doctor's down, especially after I started feeling them picking at my skin on my stomache I had felt some of the surgery tested on me so they needed other doctor's guidance to numb me even more after 3 Epidurals given they were directed to try giving me a Spinal also which thank the Lord, it worked and they began to get the baby out.
Pulling and tugging through the numbness, it's a little girl ! What a blessing, she was 8lbs, 2.4 ounces and 21 inches. Wow, I was so glad I chose to deliver this way even though I had complications through the delivery after and had to stay 6 days total in the hospital. I had lots of blood loss, had to have a cathetor in me, my heart-rate fluctuated and on certain days went too fast and then went too low. I was scared to death afterwards. I was constantly still being disturbed by nurses every hour on hand giving meds to get my certain body levels up or down. They made me get out of bed immediately few hours after the operation on the same day and expected me to walk and excercise with them in there. I was pissed at the nurses and doctor's for this, but they suggested it was part of recovery and it had to be done right away. They expected me to right away get up and try to go and walk to the bathroom while holding on to the wall with the damn cathetor hanging out of me while my insides or organs felt like they were ripped out and I was a character cut open while still alive from one of the "Saw" movies. Still, going through all this though I knew this was the right thing to do because besides my daughter's Formula issues and Colic problem, she was certainly worth all the pain now looking into her eyes. Above you will see a picture of my beautiful little angel, "Ariana Carol Jean Everett", the world's future star. Feel free to comment and click on Follow above and join in my world, Mommy diaries and let's share stories through my days in raising babies....
Raising Baby,
Carol J. Everett
