It should’ve been just another ordinary day at my OB’s clinic — Or so I thought. As I narrated in my previous post, I was admitted 5 days ago due to contractions, but the labor did not progress so I was sent home. I was instructed to come back on March 6 for another spot-check, so I did.
Still at 2cm after a week of contractions, my OB wondered why I wasn’t progressing. What worried her more was that Margaux’s heartrate started to drop everytime a contraction comes (10-minute interval). She then decided to have me monitored at the labor room.
There were 3 of us in the labor room — 2 other moms seemed to be on their later stages of labor when I got there. The first one just had her water broken and was about to get an epidural when I got in, while the other was starting to have really bad tummy pains. I was having mild contractions — tolerable, thank God — but was STARVING! They won’t let me eat or drink, though. JM and I actually thought about getting something to eat on our way to the hospital, but I told him we can grab a bite after the check-up. Bad decision huh?
They plugged the fetal monitor and reviewed the rise and fall of Margaux’s heartrate whenever I contract. It was 430pm, and after 4 hrs of consistent drops in her heartrate, my OB decided that I should have an emergency C-Section to make sure that Margaux gets out safe. I trusted her. After all, the next day’s our wedding anniversary, and Margaux will be the best gift.
After granting my request to talk with JM for a few minutes, I was wheeled to the operating room. Tiled walls and floors really freak me out! I started to chill — not sure if it was because of the low room temp (I was practically nude underneath the hospital gown), or because I was simply scared. They strapped me into the operating table. My OB and the anaesthesiologist walked in. They started talking to each other about the position of my baby (Occiput Posterior), and her hearbeat monitoring results. After a few minutes of moving around, they’re all ready.
The anaesthesiologist told me she’s sedating me and that I should not panic when I start feeling lght and dizzy. Just a couple of seconds after that, I felt like I was really really drunk. I tried to talk — slurred speech! But even with that, I remembered JM and his camera. Haha! I told them that my husband’s in the waiting room, so my OB sent someone to get the camera from him. He’s not allowed inside.
My eyelids were really heavy but I want to see my baby. The anaesthesiologist said she’ll just wake me up when the baby’s out — but I didn’t want to sleep. I’m waiting for Margaux no matter what happens.
A couple of minutes passed and a male nursing aid came, turned me on my side, and bent my body into a fetal position to get me ready for an epidural. Because I have scoliosis, my anaesthesiologist said she’s finding the best vertebra where she can inject the epidural — or at least that’s how I understood what she said, given that I was sedated that time. I felt a pinch at my back for a few seconds, then I’m numb waist-down. She massaged my forehead, told me to start relaxing because the baby’s coming soon. I don’t know how much time passed, but it was fast. After a short moment, I heard the best music to my ears….
Baby Margaux’s cry! My OB announced that the baby got a triple cord-coil (her cord was around her neck thrice), but I’m glad she was delivered safe and sound. They placed her on my chest, and then near my face so I can kiss her. It was truly memorable.
They brought her to a table where I saw them pump and give her oxygen. I tried to see what they were doing; I wanted to make sure that she’s alright. I asked the nurse what her weight was — 6lbs 4oz. Then my eyelids went heavy and all went black. When I woke up, I was already at the recovery room, still numb and very very sleepy. The nurses told me to just rest and relax because my baby’s safe! It was midnight.
The next day (Sunday), when the anaesthesia wore out, I found out that I was on catheter and IV, and can barely move because of my wound. It was painful but everybody made sure that I get enough pain meds to help me recuperate. The bad part is that I don’t get to eat anything until Tuesday lunchtime! Water was allowed on Monday evening, though. Haha.
Margaux was born on March 6, Saturday at 9:03pm. This is when she made our family complete