When your mentally set to have a baby, your ready to have a baby. That is how I was on Monday, July 20th. Ashlynn-Marie was sooooooooo excited she kept me up half the night before (2:30 am), and I was awake by 5:30. Paul and I made our little trek to the hospital at seven, and checked in. After being asked a million questions, getting hooked up to monitors and an IV (Which by the way was in my wrist, and hurt like the dickens!) we waited to be induced. The nurse assigned to me, checked to see how dialated I was (and I wasn't), but she was more concerned that the baby was still very high, and later to find out in a "Total Breech Presentation" (which she didn't tell us)!!!
My Dr. does his surgeries on Monday's and came up to see us in between one of them, bringing in with him an old, humongeous portable ultrasound machine. That is when we found out that the baby was sitting criss-cross applesauce in my tummy, and that to deliver I would have to have a C-Section. I freaked, litterally (I had a very good cry for about and hour)! I asked my Dr. if it were possible for the baby to flip, and he said it was, but asked what if it didn't. After a Blessing, we decided to go home and wait the week until my official due date to see if the baby would flip. I had a Dr's appointment on Tuesday the 21st and nothing had changed, but I had a good talk with my OB/GYN (I'm glad he is LDS, because it made it easier, because I knew he understood my need for guidance.) about my anxiety and concerns.
The week went on with nothing really happening. Wednesday morning I woke up at 3:30 due to some contractions, but they were more than five minutes apart, and went away by the time i fell back asleep at 5:30.
Saturday, we had a really layed back day. I didn't even take a shower until 5 o'clock when Paul told my his brother was coming over to see the kids and they were going to go to a movie. About 6:15 the "PAINS" started. Paul thought that I was pouting because he was going to a movie, but I told him I was having contractions- It didn't register in his brain that contractions=Labor!! He and Mark went to the movies and I timed contractions every 5 minutes, that lasted about a minute to a minute and a half each. It was coming up on 9 o'clock, and in less its a dire emergency I don't like to call people after 9. So I finally got the gumption up to call my Dr., and he said, "We'll then... what do you think you need to do?" I made him promise to do an ultrasound just to see how the baby was sitting. He agreed.
So as I'm rushing Ashlynn into the shower for her bath, I try calling the Parents house... NO Answer. I try mom's cell... NO Answer. I try dad's cell... No Answer. I try mom's cell again... NO Answer. I try Aimee's cell...No Answer. I try LeAnne's (a friend) cell... No Answer. By this time I'm bawling. Brennen and Ash are super excited that the baby is finally coming, and I can't get a hold of anybody. Mom calls on my cell, at the same time LeAnne does. Mom had run to Walmart to get a few things and dad didn't hear the phone ring up in the bedroom, because he wasn't feeling well. Dad came to get the kids; Brennen was so excited to have is very "first" sleep over at Papa's house. It made him feel like a big boy. Mom took me to the hospital, and I texted Paul to tell him that I would be there. When they got me situated in Labor triage, they checked the baby's heart rate, checked to see what I was dilated to (6), and we waited for the Dr. It didn't take long to decide they needed to stop the labor. Several nurses "checked" to see if they could tell if the baby had turned or not. They used the old monster ultrasound again. By the ultrasound, they could tell the baby was still breech, but couldn't find "it's" legs. The Dr. then used the ultrasound machine to see if he could deliver the baby breech or turn it. The machine was so grainy, they called down to the lab, to have a better machine brought up to check really quick. The baby was in the breech position that you can deliver the regular way, but he couldn't turn the baby, because I only had 3.1 % of the amniotic fluid left ( I don't even know when my water broke). So, we had to make a decision and fast. Mark and Paul had made it to the hospital by then (come to find out Aimee and Ryan had been in the same movie), and gave me another blessing. And we knew then that we had to go through with the C-Section. Because it was an emergency one, they had to call in a whole OR team from their homes to do it.
Dr. Freeman (you may recall a story earlier this year about a Brother at church that opened a door that Brenn ran into, Same Dr.) ended up being the ONCALL Peds, and most everyone else in the OR was LDS to, it was just funny. But the 8 attempts to get a Spinal were not.
Adelaide Tampas was born at 1:42 am on Sunday, July 26, 2009. She had a lot of fluid in her lungs, but Dr. Freeman was able to get it all out.
That surgery was a very weird experience. One that I hope not to endure again. We wouldn't trade our little Addie for anything.