The road towards childbirth
Saturday, August 29th, 2009I promised to write a bit about everything around the delivery of the baby, and since Michelle is home right now, I get a little bit more time (even though I will need to write this over multiple parts of the day before it comes online as a whole haha).
Last week, on Saturday August 22, Michelle woke me up around 6.30am, saying she saw blood after she went to the toilet. She was a bit worried and my first reaction was that it would probably be a hemorrhoid or something. It was exactly the same during the last time she saw some blood, and you have a lot of chance of hemorrhoids during your pregnancy, so it’s usually not something to worry much about.
She told me “no, I really think it is a vaginal bleeding”. I understood that I would not be able to sleep for a while so I asked her if she wanted me to take a look. After she told me that she wanted this, I took a soft and clean tissue to see if there was any blood coming from the hemorrhoid. Nothing. I then swiped gently near the labia and noticed that there was indeed some blood coming from that area.
It was no serious bleeding or anything, it was a bit red, nothing else. My first thoughts went to something my sister told me before, that when you cough, that it can happen that a small vein can collapse. It happened to her during her pregnancy and since Michelle coughed a lot (still from the flu earlier this year), I didn’t think it would be so weird if she actually had the same going on. I told Michelle that she shouldn’t worry too much right now and also checked online to see what else it could be.
Everything I read on the internet was different from what she had. Heavy bleeding, abdominal pains, nausea and so on and so on. She did not had any of those things, it was just a bit red. I told her that we might as well sleep some more and, if she would still be worried in the morning, or if the bleeding would become worse, we would call to the clinic. And so we did.
When we woke up a bit later that morning, Michelle went to the bathroom again, and noticed that it was still bleeding a little bit. She was a bit worried about it, so we called the clinic to see what we had to do. They told us on the phone that we would be better off by calling the hospital itself as there was no OB/GYN available at the clinic that day (Saturday) and so we called the hospital. The hospital told us that we could drop by that day, we could just come in on whatever time would be best for us, so they could take a look. About an hour later or so (we still had to wash ourselves, dress and eat something), we drove towards the hospital and went to the ‘labor & delivery’ floor.
Once arrived at ‘L&D’, Michelle got a delivery room assigned and she was told to put on a gown from the hospital and that a OB/GYN would take a look soon.
When the OB checked on Michelle, they did all kinds of tests. Michelle had to give some blood and urine, they felt her belly, the heart rate of both Michelle and the baby was checked, the blood pressure of Michelle was measured, and a lot more of these kinds of things. They also took an ultrasound of the belly, and they looked if the uterus itself was still in tact.
It showed that the delivery process didn’t start yet and that everything, at first look, looked ok inside the belly. However, they thought her bloodpressure was pretty high, it was around 155/100. We had to wait a bit more for the results of the blood and urine samples, and until that time, Michelle had to lay down on the bed that was available.
After a while, the doctors came back with the message that almost every value of the blood was ok, except for the white blood cells, which was a bit too high. The urine showed a higher amount of protein and since this all could show a preeclampsia (toxemia), they said they needed a 24 hours urine test. To conduct such a test, they need to collect urine over 24 hours and that meant that Michelle had to stay a night in the hospital.
The next morning, the doctor went to Michelle and told us that they found a much too high amount of proteïn inside her urine. He explained that when the value goes above 300, it is a mild form of preeclampsia. When the value is at 5000, they speak of a severe form of preeclampsia. Michelle’s values were above 7000, which meant a very severe case of preeclampsia according to the doctor. The high blood pressure and the thick (fluids) ankles also added to that diagnose. The doctor said that he wanted Michelle to stay another day in the hospital, and that they would give her magnesium-sulfate through her IV to prevent a seizure to happen (this is something that might happen during preeclampsia) We also had to take into account that the baby might be born premature, and since this also brought a risk for the baby, they told us that Michelle would receive two injections of steroids in her hip (one directly, the other 24 hours later), so the lungs of the baby could mature a bit (the lungs are normally not ready before 34 weeks of pregnancy and that makes the respiratory issue a big risk). A bit later that day, a woman of the NICU (neonatal intensive care unit) dropped by to tell us what would happen in the situation that the baby would be born prematurely. For me, I really started to think that the baby would be showing herself within only a few days from then. The doctors were not so sure they said, but in a way, I already knew.
The magnesium-sulfate Michelle received is apparently a real mess. I read on the internet that some people compare it to an electrocution, and while Michelle did not agree on that, she did become very sick (probably also in combination with the preeclampsia). She felt warm, and was really nauseous. She couldn’t eat or drink anymore as it came right out of her stomach again (one of those nights, she actually vomited 6 times). They gave her medicines against the nausea and that made her very sleepy, she slept more than anything else after that. This was good for her as she would not feel the nausea any more (until the medication would stop working, of course). I already read it on the internet, and I agree on it: it is really strange to see that they make your wife sick because of the medications, just to give the baby a chance of survival. Because that was what they wanted to do, wait as long as possible so the baby would receive as much survival chances as possible.
Last Tuesday, the day of the delivery, it was not any different. She felt very sick and slept a lot, while she hardly ate or drank (she was not allowed to drink by the way, she was only allowed to take some water or ice to wash her mouth with) because of her IV which brought a lot of fluids into her body. The doctors would make a decision on this day to see if they would let the baby come, or not. And around the afternoon, the word was finally there: they would let the baby come through the normal way, the baby was in the right position and Michelle had a contraction now and then. I was happy with this news because Michelle was getting sicker and sicker each hour. The reason of that was of course the toxemia, which caused a lot of things, think about Michelle’s problems but also the fact that the heartbeat of the baby went slower and slower. It should normally be between 120 and 160, but more and more it was between 110 and 120. Not the best thing to have, although they did say the baby was healthy.
Here’s a picture of the monitor that measured almost everything:
The orange-like 113 shows the heart rate of the baby. The number in green is to see if there’s a contraction (it should be around 20 when everything is normal, 40 or above could mean a contraction). Below the baby’s heart rate, you can see Michelle’s blood pressure (upper and lower values) and next to that, in blue, you can see the oxygen Michelle is getting (the 99) and next to that is Michelle’s heart rate.
They brought Michelle from the bedroom (or whatever you want to call it, I mean the rooms where the women are brought to after the delivery is over) to a delivery room (she had to move between both rooms a lot last week. Around 4pm, they gave Michelle a third IV, this time with a fluid (Pitocin) so they could start the contractions. I asked the nurse how long it might take on average before the delivery would really start, and she told me that it could take anywhere between 5 hours and 2 days. Brrr.. that’s long.
Anyways, about an hour and half, to two hours, the OB went to check on Michelle. They felt a bit on her belly, and they suspected the baby to be in a breach position. The ultrasound, which they made right after this, confirmed their thoughts also and they decided at that point that it would be better to get a cesarean section. It would be possible that the baby still would turn around, but they couldn’t guarantee this, and turning her around themselves might be fatal as the baby might be chocked by the umbilical cord when it comes around the neck of the baby. They explained Michelle and me a lot of things and then they had to ask the question if Michelle approved a cesarean section (they wont do anything without your consent over here, really a difference with the Netherlands, but ok, that is probably because you can be sued for the most silliest little thing over here, which is very unlikely in the Netherlands). Michelle approved and they started everything so they could do the cesarean section.
They asked me if I wanted to be in the operating room during the cesarean section, of course did I want to be there. I received a short explanation of where to sit (at Michelle’s head, so I could stand her by), and received some clothes to wear. Here’s a picture of my head that I took with my video camera:
Just like the real deal haha. Michelle told me later to keep those clothes as she thought I looked handsome in it. I didn’t exactly follow her request and gave the clothes back after all haha.
The delivery, or surgery, was quick and went fine. All in all it lasted less than an hour (including the preparation of about half an hour). Michelle didn’t feel a thing but she did feel a bit nauseated during the surgery, even though she had some medication that should have prevented it. One of the nurses asked me somewhere during the surgery how I did, and I did perfectly ok I thought… I just felt sorry that I couldn’t look into Michelle’s belly while they took the baby out haha. Luckily a bit of blood doesn’t make me sick or anything
When the baby came out, they first cleaned her and before they would put her into an isolette for transport to the NICU, they showed Isabella to both Michelle and me. I filmed this moment, so here it is:
She was only just cleaned and put into warm blankets. She even looks into the direction of her new daddy as you can see in the video. I asked later on how much they could see, and even though they cannot see things as we can, they do believe that they can see shades and such. Faces they should also recognize. Who knows, she might have been thinking ‘is that the guy who I always heard talking?’ haha, who knows. I just thought it was great she looked into my general direction.
After they showed her to us, I went with the baby downstairs, to the NICU, so the brandnew mommy could come to her senses again on the recovery room. They did a lot to her in the NICU, as you could also see in the previous posts, just look at the cables and such. Sometimes it really hurted me when they put another needle into her.. I know they have to, but it’s not much fun.
And that’s about the whole story. I might have forgotten something, but I cannot figure out now if I did and what it would be.
Instead of 2 days of a delivery process, it turned out to be just two hours. When I see how fast Michelle is recovering, I think this has been the best solution for her. Pretty quick after the surgery she started to feel better, the first day a bit sleepy but when they finally removed all of her IV’s 24 hours after the delievery, she woke up pretty fast to go and see the baby and after three days (yesterday) she was allowed to get out of the hospital.
The only downside that I see right now, is that we don’t have the baby at home. Especially for Michelle this was a bit harsh yesterday when she was allowed to go home with me, she wasn’t so close to the baby in the hospital anymore. But oh well, it does give us some time to get everything ready for the baby here, within no-time Isabelle will be here, just watch.