14 September 2009

A Sweet Little Pea

My my, has it been nearly a month already? Did you miss me? No? Shut up.

So I had the baby. And by "the baby," I mean adorable SweetPea. As it turns out, the name fits her to a T. She is not only very sweet, but was the smallest at birth, too. Not the size of a pea, but you get the gist.

So here's what happened. The blood pressures went up and up and up, they tested my urine, it had craploads of protein in it making me officially pre-eclemptic (3-for-3 ladies and gentlemen!), and it was decided on that Monday to immediately expel the infant from my hefty womb. So she was scheduled for eviction on that Thursday evening. I had a headache Monday and into Tuesday, but it was manageable. By Wednesday afternoon it was a screaming migraine and I knew that as soon as I called Labor and Delivery, they'd induce me right away (as bad migraine is a sign of worsening pre-eclempsia and all that). So I waited for Peawhistle to get home from her very first day of kindergarten and I limped to a phone and called and sure enough they told me to come and in and bring all my hospital crap with me. [Fun sidestory: on PW's first day of preschool I went to the hospital for a high risk appointment and they wound up keeping me there and inducing Peanut; PW's first day of kindergarten I would up going to the hospital and being induced with SweetPea--totally not even planned, but way for her siblings to completely overshadow PW's personal milestones, eh?)

And it is here and now that I will openly whine and complain about one of the greatest gift God has ever given me. WORST LABOR EVER. FOR ME ANYWAY. Well, technically the worst delivery ever would have resulted in no baby and/or my demise, so not really the worst delivery ever, BUT certainly very painful. There was nothing the staff could do to assist in my dialation as I was just barely at 3cm when I went in Wednesday afternoon and 3cm is all they can get you to with their magic pills and balloons and whatever else they can think to shove up there, so all they could do was stick me on pitocin to start contractions. And 12 hours later I had progressed to a whopping 4 cm! Hooray for all that fricking excruciating pain for nothing! I've always wondered what going into labor naturally would feel like since I've heard forcing it with pitocin is a million times worse, and I had high hopes for this one, but oh well. And it is usually because of this unnecessarily accelerated pain that most folks on pitocin with no signs of natural labor starting any day soon choose to go with an epidural, as I did. And wouldn't you know it, it was medical student day there in L&D and I had a student try it three different times in three different places in my spine, all without result, before her mentor stepped in and supposedly did it right, also without pain relief in any form. But at least my back still hurts from it nearly three weeks later, so that's good anyway! And the best part? Dr. SourPuss who looked like she was in labor every second I saw her and yet, not being pregnant, I'm fairly sure she wasn't and thus had absolutely no excuse for her major attitude problem. This is the same woman who thought my hoo-hoo was her personal mitten. Remember the OJ trial where OJ kept trying to fit that glove over his too-big hand? That was her and me. And the woman would NOT STOP. She'd get in there and twist and turn and poke and prod and scrape and puncture and rip and whatnot, all while I'm screaming at her to get the hell out and away from me, which only made her do it all the more purely out of spite. I hate that woman. The rest of the crew, including the 3,582 medical students and nurses who were learning on the job and constantly taking my BPs, listening to my heart and lungs, testing my reflexes, poking my legs and feet, taking my temperature, and all every 5-10 minutes or so, were all very nice to me. The real nurses assigned to me were brilliant about delivering every combination of pain killer they possibly could for my migraine and bringing bags of ice from the ice machine for my head every half hour. I am forever in their debt. After a couple of days the migraine finally went away, but that was after the delivery of course, which didn't make it any better naturally. So after the 18 hour delivery (aren't they supposed to get shorter with each kid, not longer?), we had our sweet baby girl. And immediately after expelling her I turned to the Husband and said, "We are NEVER DOING THAT AGAIN." He agreed.

And SP had a hole in her head. It's called cutis aplasia and can be associated with horrific birth defects, but sometimes just shows up without reason and eventually heals over and whatnot. Basically, the skin didn't completely form over a very small spot on top of her head so it looked like someone dug a spoon into her scalp and scooped the skin out of it (they didn't though). Two weeks later it's completely healed over and the worst to be expected is no hair will ever grow from the scar. Meh, big deal. Coulda been much worse. Speaking of which, remember when they tested me three months into this pregnancy and announced that based upon my blood results I had a higher risk of having a baby with something awful like Trisomy 13 or 18? Her hole in her head is what gave them the false positive for that test. The presence of such a skin problem was evident even that early on, and since it can also be seen with 13/18 kids, it came up as positive on the test. Honestly, the medical world never ceases to amaze me.

But what makes this story even more entertaining was the head of Neonatology at the hospital who magically appeared the second it was reported that our kid had a hole in her head. She was an odd duck, this doctor, and she wandered the hospital with her own entourage of little medical students furiously scribbling notes whenever she spoke. I swear, you have never seen a doctor so excited to see a birth defect like this. I mean, she was just BARELY containing her smile as she spoke to us about it. She ran and retrieved her medical books about this with pictures of what SP had, which happened to be next to the photos of the worst versions of what kids with 13/18 could expect to be seen with, and with her reassurance that that didn't apply to us and we shouldn't look at those. All while she was showing them to us. Nice. So after she gleefully told us about the baby's problem and the phone calls she'd already made over to the main Hopkins Hospital to everyone who would be interested, who also definitely were, she yelled at her students to take photos of our kid's head in every position possible, at every angle, with and without flash, etc. "Well did you try the macro setting?? Well then get a camera that HAS it! Run!" And then she'd turn to us and, again, just barely keeping her feet on the ground, excitedly inform us that, "I only see this sort of thing about once a year. But don't worry, she's totally fine!" All while we could see she hoped and prayed she wasn't.

The next day she informed me that I was asleep when they came to tell me they were hauling the baby off for an ultrasound of her head by order of the main Hopkins hospital, so she, with her crew, told me after the fact, and that they were anxiously awaiting the results. I noted with much amusement that when she did finally come back with the results, her line of medical students was missing. She popped her head into my room, tossed the results on my bed and said, "Um, yeah, she's totally fine. Perfectly normal. Bye." and she scampered away. Well, more like dragged her feet out of there with a sad look on her face, but whatever. If this has reinforced one thing for me, it's that it's never a good thing when doctors are intensely interested in your child. Unfortunately, doctors are still intensely interested in Peanut. I don't need two kids like that.

Oh, oh, oh, and then there was The Nurse. When they switched me over to the recovery room where I stayed for a day or two after the delivery, I was assigned nurses in the morning and at night. At night I had the same nurse both times, but during the first day I had The Nurse. The second we met she seemed incredibly nervous. I have no clue why. I mean, I hadn't even threatened that one so what did she have against me? So all day she was walking on egg shells around me like some headcase. Because of my ever-persistant migraine, the nursery was very good about taking SP so I could get some sleep. Or rather, my night nurse was very good about insisting the nursery take her so I could get some sleep. I loved my night nurse. Greatest person in that hospital. Anyway, all day The Nurse kept asking me if I needed my baby or whathaveyou. If I knew she was sleeping peacefully in the nursery, mostly because I used to sneak across the hall and peek in the window to look at her and note that she was, I'd tell her no and that she and I were both just fine. Why pester the kid, am I right? Never bug a sleeping baby, folks. If they're happy, just let 'em be. This worried The Nurse to no end. The next morning nurse was awesome. I asked what else I had to wait for before being discharged and she said I still needed my Rhogam shot, and then she paused and said, "Your nurse from yesterday recommended that we call a social worker because she didn't think you were properly bonding with your baby. But the rest of the nurses said they didn't see that and I've been with you all of five minutes and I can see that's not the case at all, you're bonding with her just fine. So I'm not going to do that." THANK YOU AWESOME NURSE. What the hell?? I have CPS called on me and I'm not even out of the damn hospital yet?!? Holy crap alive! I will say here and now that The Nurse is an idiot. Has she honestly never seen a woman not hold her baby obsessively every fricking second of the day? What you're seeing here, dear lady, is not a lack of bonding but an overabundance of experience. Third kid, lady. I know what it's going to be like when I bring her home. I know I will have numerous hours upon hours with this child to look forward to. I also know how to accept help when it's offered, especially when it's being offered by professionals who are being PAID to watch her. And on top of that, I had a bloody migraine that would not have gone away otherwise. On top of this, I am the sort of mother who holds the baby constantly. Honestly, I am. I know you would never believe me unless you saw it, but unless she happens to be sleeping somewhere else for a couple of minutes (like her car seat or something) then I am holding her. I sleep next to her. I put her down to pee and shower and that's it. I know this about me: that I'm paranoid to not be with my babies constantly for fear they'll stop breathing. Part of that is just natural paranoia and part of it is Peanut's history. Everyone asks if that doesn't put more stress on me, but honestly it reduces the stress for me overall. If I can't see the baby and know that he/she's breathing, I freak out. So I simply don't put them down. So to have someone who is more adept at caring for newborns than I offer to take her for a few hours so I can get some sleep to dull my head pain is very kind and I'll take it, dammit. I wonder how many other women who have gladly take the nursery up on their offer have been called on by social services for it? Nice. Very nice.

SweetPea is doing well, despite my horrific parenting in the hospital. She is easier to figure out than the other two were: all she asks is to be fed, burbed, rested, and changed, in that order. Otherwise, she merely looks around very curiously, wondering why she was forced outside two weeks too early and why she was sent to us and not better parents. And oh my, the hair. The other two were hairless wonders, but this one. Oh my the hair!! I figure God put it there to distract us from the hole in her head and to cover it up a bit, which it certainly does. And honestly, she is so sweet. The Husband has never been too up on newborns as he's a little nervous around them, but this baby already has him wound around her little finger. PW adores her and Peanut is actually very gentle with her (now), occasionally giving her loving pats on the head and gently poking her eyes and nose (he's learning the names of facial features now, see). For someone who was created slightly unexpectedly, she's become the favorite of everyone around her. What a sweet doll.


Thanks again to everyone who helped make her entry into this world a healthy one, including everyone who prayed for her/us and helped reduce my BPs for as long as possible (it definitely prolonged her gestation). You're wonderful people. Also, thanks for never calling CPS. Really.

22 comments:

paws said...

Congrats! She's super sweet, and I'm lovin' the hair!

You may be interested to know that I terrified to feed Rhea peas - and all because of your medically interesting kid!

Meredith said...

Congratulations! She is adorable!

I'm glad to hear your night nurse was wonderful...it makes a fellow night nurse feel proud! :)

Karie said...

Wow, I start thinking that my doctor is ridiculous and then I read your stories and feel better. I'm still switching OBs before I have the next kid, but yeah. Mine isn't out to get me, that's for sure.

Shoebox Princess said...

Boy howdy, what an experience! Glad the Sweet Pea is fine. And honestly, the bonding comes LATER, in my experience, and takes YEARS. One day of rest from a harrowing experience does not qualify a call to CPS--GEEZ! And you're right. You don't waking a baby who is content to sleep for a bit.

Jody said...

Wow! You take the cake! That was pretty horrific. Glad SP is so wonderful and is making up for all the awfulness.

Heidi said...

You are my hero, Abby!!! Way to put up with the worst-delivery-that-still-results-in-a-healthy-mom-and-baby!

I'm glad she's so sweet to make up for it. Was that nurse who wanted to call CPS brand new??? Or really she must have only taken care of first-time moms. After I had #4 I spent most of my time in the hospital reading a new novel and letting my visitors do all the baby holding. Like you, I knew I was going to have PLENTY of time to hold/bond with my new little angel, but not much time to read.

Janie said...

congrats!!!
I personally think "rooming in" with baby is dumb - let me sleep for the love of god. I mean they compare L&D to a marathon but then expect you to be ready 100% of the time to coo, and cuddle and diaper and nurse - its exhausting.

And for the record the OJ analogy had me dying of laughter!!!
I have been there before - it always seems like the women OB's are the worst. I can admit without guilt I used the F word numerous times during one exam - I think the F word was created for just that situation - well maybe not but it worked well.

B Jones said...

Congratulations!

While I don't think I've ever read about the process of labor in quite so much excruciating detail, I have gained a new appreciation for the process. Wow. You and all mothers are absolutely amazing.

And she looks great!

Leslie Green said...

I'm so glad you're back, Miss Abby!! I love the photo of SP and I'm glad you're doing better now...Did they not allow Kristopher Kross music in the L&D Room? :)

Ryann said...

I love how you described everything. The whole story is so much better than quick facebook updates! And I too can feel your epidural pain. Supposedly there is no medical reason for after epidural pain but I think that is a load of bull. Mine always hurt for at least a month afterwards! Good luck with that one.

And once again-she is adorable:)

it's just lisa said...

OH Abby. you are so funny. you had me laughing out loud...again. and my eye is twitching, I'll give you credit for that too. your post was long:) definitely worth the two days it took me to read it. really, two days. ahh, this my have been my alltime favorite post.

it's just lisa said...

ps: your daughter is beautiful and i am so glad you two are ok!!

Bonny said...

I can't believe that nurse! One of the reasons I prefer Howard County General (where I delivered both mine) to Anne Arundel Medical Center is that HC has a nursery, while AA doesn't. I remember when I had Grayson, the nurses were bringing him in every couple of hours for me to feed him. One of the nurses woke me up in the middle of the night because he had started crying in the nursery because he was hungry, and I remember groggily complaining that it hadn't been long enough since he'd last been fed, and did I really have to wake up? I'm sure they thought I was a great mom.

Congratulations on your BEAUTIFUL new baby girl. So glad you guys are both healthy and doing well. And thanks for the entertaining retelling of your horrific tale.

greta said...

hooray! just a sweet baby girl. i'm sorry to hear about your terrible labor, but it made for entertaining reading!:)
well, now one day i'll have to come over when i am childless. which, will probably be in 3 years. so until then, enjoy your wonderful little girl. oh, and the rest of your kids too.

Jenny said...

Gotta love Bayview and all the knowledge seeking medical students! Have I ever told you about my delivery experience there? It gives yours a run for the money. I discourage anyone from delivering in a "teaching" hospital. Anyway, alls well that ends well. Congratulations!

Stephanie B said...

She is so adorable, it makes me want a baby so bad! Abby, your birth story sounds so miserable. I can commiserate with you on the epidural at Hopkins. I don't know if this will help or hurt you, but my back hurt for about 9 months. There were times when the girls would hop on my as a horse and would sit right where the epidural was. Not fun!

Gwennifer said...

No worries about CPS. She'll probably be doing that on her own when she's 16 and you won't let her borrow the car to go see a boy.

elesa said...

I am so glad you are back! It just hasn't been the same without you. And your Pea has more hair than any baby has the right to have. How fun!

Leslie Green said...

Gosh, we still miss you! Looking forward to your next post, my friend! I hope all is well there!

Future Mama said...

love it!!! Thanks for linking up and sharing. You're right though, it wasn't the most pleasant situation, haha, Glad she's ok though! Great story! belated congrats!

Gen C said...
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Gen C said...

You should re-name her LittleDemon.
C'mon, you know why.