The Day Our Lives Changed

When we got pregnant, we were ecstatic. It took almost a year to date from when we started trying to when our son was born. We were truly blessed. The pregnancy had it's ups and downs. I ended up in the hospital twice. I was sick and dehydrated. Nothing to terrible, but other than that it was an easy pregnancy till the end. This was our first child and as of right now our only child. I was 39 weeks along and I started having back contractions. The doctors would just hook me up to see how bad they were and then they would send me home. My last doctors appointment the doctor was late that morning, which put her behinds schedule all day. I had my ultrasound down, then I sat in the waiting room for three hours. Then they pulled me in one of the rooms and I sat there for another hour. Finally a midwife came in and apologized for everything. She said that they were going to schedule to induce me. This was on a Friday and I was 40 weeks along. She goes does next Friday work for you? I was heartbroken when she said that. I just sat and waited for four hours today. I've been in and out of this building with back contractions. I'm in to much pain and theres no way he can grow any more. Everything is uncomfortable and I was over it. I told her absolutely not. I want this done and I want it done now. I'm having back contractions and I'm in pain. I'm over the discomfort. Either you take him out or I am. And she looked at me and said ok, we will see you Sunday at six. Is that ok? I agreed and then went home.

Sunday afternoon we went to my mother in law's house. We had a giant dinner, took pictures of my belly, and hung out. 5:30 finally rolled around and it was time to head to the hospital. We got there and checked in. They gave me Pitocin and we waited. We were both just about a sleep and it hit. Midnight on the dot. The pains. I told my husband something was going on. He called a nurse and they came in. The contractions were officially starting and they were terrible. They didn't give me anything to balance out the contractions until hours later. So at the time my contractions were off the chart and they were five minutes long with a two minute break.

It was about noon the next day, my contractions were balanced out and I kicked my support team out of the room to go get lunch. My support team consisted of my husband, his mother, and my mother. They left and they were gone about an hour and a half.

We waited and we waited. The day dragged on. Finally it was time to start pushing. Three hours later at 8:33 pm our son was born. eight pounds, 15 ounces 19.5" long. The doctor said if he didn't go to the bathroom on the table when he first popped out then he would of been a nine pound baby. They nurses took him and did everything they needed too. Then came the placenta. The midwife congratulated me and went to the next girl having a baby.

The next morning at 6:30 am. The nurses came in and said that need the room for someone else that had come in to have their baby so I was being moved to the recovery unit. We got there and settled in. Things were great. People came to meet our new addition and to see how we were. Some brought coffee and others brought cards.

That afternoon is when my life changed.

My husband, my mom, my step dad, my dad, my brother, my mother-in-law, and a few others were in our room. My husband had our baby and everyone was talking and cracking jokes. I struggled to get out of bed to get to the bathroom. I was terrified because of the stitches. I finally made my way in to the room and sat down. I went pee and started using the sprays and the squirt bottle until something cold touched my had and I looked down. There was something hanging out of me. I was still sitting on the toilet trying to reach the door handle. I finally got it cracked open and yelled "Get a nurse!" He saw my face and was in shock. I closed the door and grabbed toilet paper to hold underneath me because I wasn't sure what was coming out. He says ran out and made eye contact with the nurse. She saw his face and started coming toward the room. She jumped over a chair and ran into the room. She made her way to the bathroom and closed the door. She asked me what was going on and I lifted the gown. She saw what was going on and said ok. Stay still and keep your hand there. I'll be right back. She cleared the room and had everyone wait in a separate waiting area a few rooms down. My husband was the only one allowed in the room and he was holding our son. They had me get up from the toilet and lay on my bed. I was shaking, I didn't understand what was going on. I closed my eyes and at one point when I opened them there was six nurses by the end of the bed; three at the top of my bed. The doctor came in and and asked how this happened. My IV port was not in use anymore and was not a good line anymore. A nurse was trying to get a new line in my arm. After six tries the IV tech walked in and did it in one shot. The doctor said we have two options. A nurse went over the speaker to prep the Operation Room. All I heard the doctor say was go get the crash cart. Every few minutes a nurse was running to go get something. One of the worst parts through all this. Was all the crash carts and everything they were running to get... they were running by the waiting area. Our families were separated from the chaos by a glass wall. My step dad didn't know what was going on, he was downstairs getting coffee. He found out when he go back up stairs. My mom and mother in law were full of panic, my dad was praying. Then they heard, "get the crash cart." Honestly, I couldn't imagine being in their shoes at that point. I couldn't imagine what their minds were going through. The doctor decided to go with option number two, she decided to tease everything out then do an ultra sound the next day to make sure everything looked good. She teased out a bed pan and a half of after birth. The doctor was furious and in disbelief. After the nurses started clearing out the room of carts and other objects. They cleaned the blood up and changed my blankets. After all that was done the nurse went and got our families. She looked around the room and said that everyone should think about leaving soon she needs her rest. I gave her a dirty look and she said or we can leave it up to her. My dad asked if I wanted everyone to head out soon. I said no, I'll rest when I want to rest. After what they just did to me they can fuck off.

The ultrasound tech brought up the machine to my room and took a look to make sure everything looked ok. Then someone from the lab came up and took some blood. He saw all the bandages from where the nurse tried to get a line in me. He was in shock and made a joke about the situation to lighten the mood. A day later the doctor came back in and checked on me. I was still in shock and didn't know what to say to her.

I had a doctor's appointment right after I got out of the hospital because of what had happened. Which turned into four doctor's appointments a week for the next four months to figure out why I was having so much pain in my lower right stomach. They got sick of me and they were covering for the midwife that did all this to me. They slapped label on it, they gold me I had endometriosis. Another midwife came in and said she wasn't sure about that but the thing she was sure about was that I'm not going to be able to have kids again. She said it would be a miracle if I did.