June 4, 2010

The New Normal

cont'd from here

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We thought I had the flu.

The shaking, and sweating. The vomiting and hot flashes.

We thought it was a really particularly awful stomach bug. 

But when I went to the doctor, I wasn't sick at all.

I was pregnant.

I don't know what it's like to have a normal pregnancy.

Because I get sick within hours of conception,

and the more pregnant I get, the sicker I become.

With my first pregnancy, I was put on modified bed rest starting at 20 weeks.

Luckily, I was working for a pediatric office at this time (gotta keep that health insurance), and they kept a really close eye on me.

Every day, I took a cocktail of pain medicines, anti-nausea drugs, and terbutaline.

Starting at 30 weeks, the nurses I worked with would weigh me and check my urine for spilled proteins daily, and they would check my blood pressure on the hour.

I was toxic, diabetic, and barely keeping myself out of the hospital.

At 36 weeks, the pediatricians I worked for sent me to the hospital. From the time I had come in that morning, til when I got back from lunch, I had swollen... considerably.  I gave my urine sample, and was herded across the street to the hospital.

I remember the pediatrician fighting with my ob/gyn, telling him the baby needed to come out now.

Instead, I got steroid shots, more terbutaline, and discharge papers. 

The next morning, at about 4am, the hospital called me back in.

Baby time. We were excited to be parents.

The nurses hooked me up to a bunch of machines, and started an antibiotic drip.

They looked at the contraction reading, and then at me.

"Did you feel that?" they demanded.

"What?" I asked.

They checked me. I was already dilated to a 5.

I was given an epidural in the hopes that it would slow labor down. I needed to stay in labor for at least 4 hours to get in two rounds of antibiotics.

It worked, and then it was time to push.

I pushed, and I pushed, and I pushed.

The first hour passed.

Then the second.

After the third hour, they told me to try and rest.

I don't really remember a whole lot of what happened next, because I was in and out of consciousness.

I remember my husband, begging me to try.

And the nurses, pushing down hard on my stomach, trying to help the baby get out.

I remember the sound of the scalpel, cutting through my flesh.

There hadn't been enough time to get me into an operating room, so the doctor sliced me open, an episiotomy that extended all the way to my rectum. Thaddeus was yanked out with forceps and rushed to the NICU, while another team of doctors tried to find where my bleeding was coming from. 

When I woke up, they told me I was done. No more babies...

It would be too dangerous, for the both of us.

After Thaddeus was born, I bled for nine weeks.

Passing clots the size of my fist.

It was my first baby.

So it was normal.

When I finally stopped bleeding, we thought we would get our life back....

18 comments:

  1. Oh, my gosh. I am reeling from learning of all that you went through. You were truly on the verge of death more than once during Thaddeus' conception, pregnancy, labor and delivery. I am in awe.

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  2. Well, maybe not his conception...but early in his gestation...

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  3. Oh. My. Gosh. I feel like I am watching the startling beginIng of a very good movie! One that scares you into watching the rest, but that gives u a stomach ache the whole time!!!! Gah!

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  4. I feel like my pregnancy experiences were a walk in the park after reading that. Maybe not even a walk - more like a pony ride, with a lollipop in hand, and a balloon hat in my favorite animal shape. I don't think I've ever heard a more scary pregnancy/birthing story than that....and then you had 3 more.

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  5. I'm here, and I'm reading this, and I'll probably remain silent for the whole shebang, but I just wanted to say 'I'm here, and I'm reading this'. x

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  6. Oh wow! That's really the only thing I can say. I'm speechless.

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  7. I love that you have this space to write. To pour it out. It's GOOD for you and good for us to know. You've been through MUCH, and this is going to sound really radio-showish and cheesy, but...

    we're listening.

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  8. Holy. Cow. That's terrifying.

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  9. oh wow!!!
    I love the way you make us wait for the next installment.
    You bled for 9 weeks? Wow Wow Wow!!!

    And Thaddeus was your first.

    And you have 4 little babies.

    Wow! Wow! Wow!!

    I feel very blessed to know you.

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  10. Wow! I thought I had it bad, but as Melissa said, mine was a cake walk comparatively speaking. Can't wait to hear more!

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  11. please don't make me wait too long!

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  12. I'm "listening" too.

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  13. Thank you for sharing...I will keep reading.

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  14. That's really the only thing I can say. I'm speechless.
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  15. Anonymous2:38 PM

    I am riveted and waiting impatiently for the next story installment, Mrs. Bingham!

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  16. If my life was a movie, it would be rated R for blood, sex, and violence.

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  17. I want a lollipop AND a pony ride.

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  18. I'll give you that lollipop and pony ride.

    And I relate so well to your comment about not knowing any different. It was your reality. I've been there, in different circumstances.

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