The following was written a few days after our son was born, a few days after Christmas in 2005. I did not want to forget a single detail. Now of course I’m so glad that I wrote it so I can pass it on to Caleb. Today is Caleb’s ninth birthday, and I am thankful that even though I don’t have a video, I can still share his dad’s reactions through writing:
Nothing Ever Goes as Planned
Jason didn’t have to work on Monday the 26th because Sunday was Christmas. We went to Old Navy that night so he could get some new clothes with the gift card that my parents gave him. We expected to go to the hospital on Friday, so we thought this was the last chance to go shopping for a while.
I felt okay that evening, but I knew that a stomach virus was going around. On Monday night I got ill. I was so thirsty, but I couldn’t even keep water down.
Jason insisted by early Tuesday morning that we go to Beaufort Memorial Hospital. I was admitted to the emergency room and hooked up to an IV in my right hand because I was dehydrated. Jason slept in the chair next to my uncomfortable bed for a couple hours.
The doctors decided to send me to the Medical University of Charleston because I was so near my due date anyway. When I woke up in the ambulance, I saw Jason in the truck right behind us. He said they told him he couldn’t ride in the ambulance and to meet us in Charleston. So he got the truck and waited until he saw the ambulance go by so he could follow us.
How to Deal with a High Risk Pregnancy
In the labor and delivery room, they hooked up another IV on my left inner elbow for an insulin drip, and they took blood from my left hand. Two monitors were attached around my belly to get the contractions. Last of all, they kept the blood pressure monitor on my arm.
That was the hardest part of the whole experience, being attached to so much equipment. Having Type 1 Diabetes makes me a high risk pregnancy, and they wanted to take every precaution.
I was there all day, and they were telling me that they would probably induce labor the next day. It was hard to breathe, and I could feel Caleb pushing against my diaphragm. I didn’t know if I was ready for labor.
Mom and Dad went to my house to get our bills and get my dog Bruce and my bird Peanut. They probably got home to Beaufort by eleven that night. I hadn’t prepared for anything because I thought I would go home from Beaufort Memorial.
Jason stayed in the room beside me Tuesday night in the recliner. They were checking my blood sugar every hour. Finally they gave me an ambien pill so I could sleep a little.
The Day Our Son Was Born
Wednesday morning they asked me if I was ready, and I thought, “No!” I was having contractions, but I didn’t feel them yet. The nurse was sure I would have Caleb by six or before. They were giving me drugs to start inducing me.
The nurse asked Jason if he had ADD, because he was so hyper. We all laughed, because he had just gotten his medication. She said maybe the baby would be in between personalities because he was hyper and I was calm.
Soon I got the epidural, and I got more doses later. I could breathe through the contractions pretty well, and I really felt no pain having Caleb, just discomfort and frustration at the long wait.
We started at four-thirty, and soon the first doctor left and said she would come back later. That told me it would be awhile. I thought if I could hang on, they would see that I couldn’t do it, and give me a C-Section.
Jason got anxious and told me to push harder. Mom was by my head. They said I was doing really well, but I didn’t feel like I was. The team of doctors came in and advised that a C-Section would be risky for me.
I thought if I could do a set of pushes three more times, surely they would help. Poor Jason was beside himself.
Finally, at 7:05 PM, Caleb was Born
They cut the cord and handed him to me. It was wonderful to hold our sweet little son in my arms for the first time and hear his loud cries, assuring me that he was healthy and strong.
I hardly remember moving from that room to the next, and Caleb went to the nursery. I saw him through the window on my way. The doctors gave me good news after all of the health checks that they do for newborns. I was so relieved that everything went well.
Jason and I waited in the room after everyone went home. They took out all but one IV, that one only in case they needed it. Jason changed all the diapers and jumped up when Caleb cried at night, so I got a little rest.
I needed help at first because my body had to get used to using a lot less insulin. I took what I thought was a normal amount of insulin after eating lunch, and spent the next few hours drinking juice to bring my blood sugar back up. The nurses laughed and told me to let them handle the meds for awhile.
We stayed for a couple days taking care of Caleb in the room, but we wanted to go home the day after he was born. I think we went home on Friday- all the days seemed the same in the hospital. My mom stayed over, helping with bottles and washing baby clothes.
It’s so good to be home, but no, Caleb does not let us sleep! LOL