My doctor was on call all day and came and checked on me and said that my 24-hour urine sample was fine so she thought I should be okay throughout the weekend. She mentioned that she would be gone the following day because it was her birthday, so I couldn't have any problems because she wasn't going to be around. Why did she have to say that? Oh course that would mean there was bound to be problems. Dr. Irvin had finally granted me outside privileges (which I used the day before) and I decided I would go for a wheelchair ride in the afternoon when Brooks came to visit. Little did I know that my blood pressure would keep me indoors. I wasn't going to the bathroom enough plus my blood pressure was spiking so they were on me like crazy to drink plenty of water and really rest. Like I hadn't been resting? I was stuck in a cubicle/hospital room...what else was there to do? Things were calming down and looking better by the time Chad and Brooks came for their daily afternoon visit. We ate some yummy hospital food and watched a movie on the computer. It was nice and cozy on my twin sized bed. Chad took Brooks home for bed and my mom stayed to watch the Rangers game with me. I think that's when my blood pressure started to go up again, so they increased my meds and it came back down. My mom left in about the seventh inning so she could get home and watch the end of the game (Rangers were about to make it into the World Series for the first time). They were monitoring my blood pressure often, and it was starting to go back up. They gave me more meds....nothing. They gave me some meds in an IV...no change. All the while I was laying on my side and my blood pressure continued to be high. Finally the doctor (not my doctor - remember, she was out celebrating her birthday) came in and told me that it was time. Here's how the conversation went:
Doc: I'm recommending that we go ahead and deliver the baby since we can't seem to get your blood pressure under control and I don't want you to have a seizure.
Me: So, like, we'll be delivering tomorrow?
Doc: More like tonight.
Me: So, are you talking, like, in the next 3 hours or so?
Doc: I would say that we'll have the baby out in the next hour.
Me: Can we wait until my husband can get here...he's not here...I need to call him.
Doc: Of course, we won't deliver until he gets here.
Me: Okay. Well, we're going to have to wait until this inning is over.
I kid you not. The doctor sat on the edge of my bed and waited for the last two outs of the Ranger game so I could see them clench the pennant. Then it was mass chaos. I called Chad - he panicked and raced up to the hospital. Nurses were flying into my room. People were undressing me, shaving me (yep, I said it), hooking me up to IV's, taking my blood pressure, getting my catheter inserting, asking me questions and having me sign my life away...all at the same time...all before Chad and my mom had even arrived. They went ahead and started my magnesium drip to make sure that I didn't start having seizures. Of course my BP was sky high with all the "excitement" so I was shaking uncontrollably. I was terrified. Laney was only 34 weeks gestation - that's six weeks early! It seemed like forever before Chad and my mom arrived and someone was finally there to hold my hand. They wheeled me back in the room with the bright lights overhead.
I sat up and leaned forward so the anesthesiologist could do his thing. Now, of course, I didn't know I was having a c-section this particular night, so I had just eaten an ice cream sandwich (yum). I warned the nurse that I wasn't feeling good, but it was too late. I just started throwing up all over her and all over me. It was the lowest moment of my life. It was completely disgusting and completely embarrassing. It was short-lived and I was soon lying flat on the table waiting for them to cut me open and take out my precious baby. Things went smooth during the c-section and then came the best part...my baby girl's cry.
Oh - it was the most perfect sound. I was worried since she was so early, so hearing her cry made me feel a bit better. Chad went over to watch her with the nurses while the doctors sewed me up.
They brought her by my head for me to see her real quick before they took her to the NICU.
4 lbs 8 oz of pure beauty. I was instantly in love. Chad left with her again and met my mom in the NICU to watch over the nurses as they got Laney all hooked up and assessed.
What a trooper she was from the beginning. God has a special plan for this little girl.
