Tater and Tot

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Do you smell that? Part III

Okay, I’m here to try and finish this smelly story. When we last spoke of the shampoo memories of 2004, I was talking about the imminent birth of one little Tot. After those 2 or so weeks in the hospital, my husband walked around my bed and kissed me goodbye so he could go home for the evening. And, yep, you guessed it, my water finally broke. And when I say broke, I mean BROKE! For around 45 minutes, my bed filled and filled and filled some more with amniotic fluid. And I couldn’t get out of it. The whole cord-prolapsing/placental abruption/hemorrhaging thing prevented me from being able to jump up out of bed. Gross, right? Yeah, I think so, too. Well, after placental abruption, slight hemorrhage, and a baby who wasn’t tolerating labor very well, I was whisked away to the operating room for an emergency C-section.
I lay in that cold, bright, sterile room and realized that everything in my life was about to change. I just didn’t realize quite how much it was going to change. They cut, they tugged, they pulled and prodded, and finally, they lifted my little preemie right out of my stomach.
And she cried. And I cried. And then she stopped crying. And the nurses and doctors stopped talking. And I felt like I couldn’t breathe. And I asked what was wrong. And I got no answers. Only silence. Scary, scary, scary silence. No crying. No talking. Just silence.
They brought her around the curtain for 2 ½ seconds so I could see her. And then they took her away to the NICU.
And I didn’t see her again for 8 hours.

*Obviously, I have not finished this story. It turns out, to my surprise, that it is a little harder to share than I first thought. I will finish, just not today. Please bear with me. Your patience is appreciated.



At 12:23 PM, Blogger lynsalyns said...

I understand how painful it can be to recall these memories. We'll all be waiting when you are ready.

At 1:47 PM, Blogger Becky said...

I'm sorry it is harder for you to share than you had imagined. I love you and am here for you with all the support I can muster!

At 2:27 PM, Blogger Trish said...

Awww Hugs, share when you can!

At 10:01 AM, Blogger Kelly said...

After my C-section, I saw my 10lb, 8oz. haus about 8 minutes later and he took to my bosom like a Hoover vacuum and scared me, since I was very drugged and actually wasn't sure whose baby it was at that point and feared my bosom would never be the same. By the next morning, parts of my bosoms actually appeared to be falling off of my body, and I was scared again. I used strange smelling gels in purple tubes that the nurse gave me in an attempt to either replace the falling off parts or prevent more erosion, and that scared me. And just when I thought we were getting it right and no parts were being suctioned off, I realized I had bad hickies in weird places and the Hoover had no nurishment in his little body after 25 minutes of super-dooper suction and I had to do it all again, and that was way scary. And then they wanted to send the little tyrant home with me and expected me to sustain his life with these sad, mangled, bleeding bosoms and that, my friend, well- you know what that was- darn scary.
What does this in anyway have to do with your current blog, you may ask. As far as I can tell, absolutely nothing, but I don't do well with upsettedness, so I just talk incessantly out of nervousness not knowing what else to do, and it appears that my bosom is the first thing that popped into my mind and now everyone who reads this blog knows way to much. Please blog soon so I can quit this. P.S. Everything eventually reattached and I'm not quite as scared as I used to be- in case you were wondering.

At 11:36 PM, Blogger lildb said...

mmmm. That had to be petrifying. I'm so sorry you had to go through such a terrible thing. I'm so glad, though, that your sweet kiddo made it.



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