Steppesister
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- Dec 27, 2013
Hey, Steppesister, I was pregnant in 1990 too! What're the odds? Did you also have 34 hours of labor and a kid who doen't want to hear about it any more? I had to explain to her this year that, just like there is no crying in baseball, there is no statute of limitations on 34 hours of labor.
Weeeellllll, there's actually a story to that now that you mention it.....
Things were going swimmingly (pun intended), until Dec. 30th. I was 32 1/2 weeks along, and had spent New Year's Eve at a friend's wedding reception in San Francisco. I danced, had a great time, was up late.....
But as the night went on, and I tried to sleep, I got more and more uncomfortable. Hmmm, I think to myself, you fool, you totally overdid it, and shouldn't be tearing up the dance floor this far along. <misses night of sleep>
Next morning, we had a LONG drive back to Portland, OR. No biggie, I'll be sitting in the car for 16-18 hours. I can do that.
I was no longer saying that so glibly oooohh, around... the border. We got to Medford, still HOURS from home, and I... just can't do it. Things hurt. There was no choice but to stop for the night. Huh, I say to myself; this sure is a lot of Braxton Hicks. Coming pretty often too. Well, Honey, let's go grab some dinner and maybe they'll calm down. But, during dinner they started coming every 5 minutes. (You see where this is going.) I called up the local hospital and asked what I should do."Uuuuummmmm you need to be IN HERE like YESTERDAY!!!!"
Who was I to know? Young (22), and stupid, and inexperienced in this sort of thing. I didn't know what the real deal was supposed to feel like.
So we got ourselves there and checked in and hooked up to the world's worst medication on the planet - Mag Sulfate. Look up the side effects, if you dare. I had them all. The neo-natologist came in to tell me that my baby might not survive and to do an amniocentesis (that was fun.. not!) but funny thing is... I saw three of her. Mag does that.
They did manage to hold me off for 4 days with Terbutaline and the Mag, but I was getting toxic with that, and I kept dilating anyways, so they let me go.It was long enough for them to have given me the surfactant for helping to mature his lungs. Of course, I had sent my hubby back to Portland to go to work for the week thinking they could hold me off for weeks. When he walked in the door, the phone was ringing. It was me telling him that he needed to turn around and come back, but I was already at 7 and he wasn't going to make it.
The next day they life- flighted us on a fixed wing to get him settled into a NICUnit in Portland. Of course, the incubator battery died because the ambulance was late to meet the aircraft.
So, 4 days of labor, and a baby in the NICU for a month, and an adventure to look back on. The only good part? Hubby didn't make it back on time and I DID get to name him.
Sorry, PK, totally just hijacked your thread. My apologies.