Stay-At-Home Moms 11/17-11/23

Marla64

LOL-- you're cracking me up!!!!!!!!

mechanicmom

I'm gonna have to remember to come back in tomorrow when I have time to read your birth stories! I will post mine too if you want to hear it. I've gotta get things ready for company (assuming anyone shows this week!)
MM

3babybeans

Now, the horror that was Tabitha complete with the "GET OUT OF ME!" story. *shudder*

I'll be as censored as I can about this one...but it might lose its luster. :bigsmile:

We thought I was in labor on the night before she was born. I was up all night with contractions that wouldn't go away & were timeable. I thought my water had started to break, but I wasn't sure. With Zeke it BROKE & this was more like a leak. 9am, everything stopped. No more contractions. By 11 am I was exhausted & my mom & friend had to talk me into going to the hospital b/c I was just plain angry at that point & was still leaking. Once there, they decided to induce, which brought me to tears just b/c I was so tired & just plain didn't wanna. I wanted sleeping pills, not pitocin...the devil drug. Got to a room & they decided the midwife should break my water all the way after I was all hooked up to IVs & devil drugs & monitors. The midwife came in & announced that he was the midhusband (hahahahaha :indifferent: ). We were not friends. This guy was a word I should use here. Fill in with your favorite. :bigsmile: Anyways, so we're chugging along & I'm about 6cm & I'm dealing with the pain (worse than any of them, but I was dealing). The new nurse decides that I need internal monitors b/c I keep pushing off the other ones & Tabitha's heart rate was all over the board. Great. So I lay down in this bed & she trys to put 2 internal monitors in. This is when the crying starts. She fails. She gets another nurse. This one fails. More crying & now cussing. I didn't cuss at ALL during the boys' L & D's. Granted, I'm still having the most painful contractions of my life & there are literally people & probes IN me. THIRD nurse. The other two are holding me DOWN. This is when I start screaming, "GET OUT OF ME!" That's when one suggests drugs & I (kindly) suggest that she get the **** out of my room & learn how to do her job. Plus, it was too late for the epidural & she wanted to give me Nubane. NOPE! Turns out they couldn't get the probes on Tabitha b/c it is a tiny needle that goes under the baby's skin & Tabitha had so much hair, the thing wasn't sticking in. Fourth time is a charm & they get the monitors on but they wouldn't let me out of bed anymore & shoved an oxygen mask on me. I will never know what happened (I had my glasses off & am blind as a bat without them) but the room was suddenly full of about 5 nurses & 2 doctors & Doug was put behind me where I couldn't see him, I only could feel his hand on my head. There was a lot of commotion & Doug said there was a lot going on that he'll never tell me until the kids are older. Whatever. It was loud in there & not because I was screaming. My dr. wasn't there yet so it was 2 dudes I never met & I'm picky. Even in pain, I'm picky. I'm (supposedly) 8 cm & I start screaming that i have to push. Dr. No Push (as I've been calling him for 7 months) starts giving me a detailed explanation on why I can't push (I know WHY, I've done this before). This is when I yell at him (nothing nice, as I'm sure you know) & then he stands in the corner for the rest of the production. Not even 2 contractions later, my dr. shows up, checks me & SURPRISE I'm 10 cm & ready to push. 4 pushes later, Tabitha was born. No stitching so that was awesome. Then I spent the rest of the night appologizing to nurses. I kicked one in the head at one point....:huh:

This shall be my final bow for TMI Theater. :blushing: :bigsmile:

3babybeans

I'm gonna have to remember to come back in tomorrow when I have time to read your birth stories! I will post mine too if you want to hear it. I've gotta get things ready for company (assuming anyone shows this week!)
MM

Ooohh! I'd love to hear it! I have issues. LOL What company are you expecting?

3babybeans

I had two very different births as well, one induced (3bb I know how you feel about pitocin) and the other au natural. Drevan was induced at 39 weeks because I was dialted to a 4 with no contractions (and the doc was going on vacation the next week). They broke my water, nothing happened. They gave me pit and the show started. I had an epidural but I could still feel a little bit. 5 hrs and 20 minutes later my son was born. I didn't curse, but I did keep yelling "Get him outta me!" :laugh:

There's my stories, I tried really hard to avoid the TMI factors :laugh:

I couldn't imagine not being able to feel anything when pushing. With M & T, that's all that got me to push. I never had the "urge" to push like everyone says with Z, but boy did I have it with the other 2. That's why Zeke took so long to be born. They were telling me to push & I kept asking, "am I doing it right?" LOL I'm pretty sure I wasn't. :ohwell:

Marla64

I'm gonna have to remember to come back in tomorrow when I have time to read your birth stories! I will post mine too if you want to hear it. I've gotta get things ready for company (assuming anyone shows this week!)
MM

Ooohh! I'd love to hear it! I have issues. LOL What company are you expecting?

Okay-- be ready-- later I shall share the birth story to end all birth stories-- I'll have to be as politically correct as I can, but it will be difficult--

Marla64

Marla your birth story has me laughing so hard my stomach hurts. Thanks I needed that. I'm having a terrible day...emotionally. I'm cranky and ready to kill someone. The kids have been golden and so has my dh...I don't know why I'm cranky but I'd really like it to go away.

I had two very different births as well, one induced (3bb I know how you feel about pitocin) and the other au natural. Drevan was induced at 39 weeks because I was dialted to a 4 with no contractions (and the doc was going on vacation the next week). They broke my water, nothing happened. They gave me pit and the show started. I had an epidural but I could still feel a little bit. 5 hrs and 20 minutes later my son was born. I didn't curse, but I did keep yelling "Get him outta me!" :laugh:
Adara was a whole different processes. I was dialated to a 3 at 37 weeks, 4 at 38 weeks and a 6 at 40 weeks. At my doc appointment 4 days before her due date, when the doc said I was at a 6 we contemplated induced. Of course after Dre, I was totally against it. We scheduled it for her due day, because it's 20 plus minutes to the hospital from my house (and thats with NO traffic) and I was a little afraid that should I go into labor during rush hour and being dialated to a 6 (with no contractions) I would have her in the car. Well that night just as we were going to bed my water broke and the contractions hit HARD. We get to the hospital in record time and by the time they get me signed in and into a room my contractions are 2 1/2 minutes apart and KILLING ME. The man with the drugs comes in gives me my epi and I think he overdosed me. I couldn't feel ANYTHING. The epi slowed down everything and they were afraid they were going to have to give me Pit to get things going again. Luckily, little Adi was ready to come out. They told me to push and about 3 pushes later she came out. Now let me tell you, I didn't even know if I was pushing cuz I couldn't feel ANYTHING. I had No idea what muscles to push and if they WERE pushing. I would take a Drevan labor over an Adara labor any day. Some feeling is much better than no feeling.

There's my stories, I tried really hard to avoid the TMI factors :laugh:
3bb I'm glad you found an outfit. I think it's great that you pump and donate. I only get about 4 oz max when I pump but it's enough to give us a little back stock and to have on hand daily to mix with her cereal.

Oh half time is over back to the game!!

Heck-- missed this-- gotta go for now-- I wanta read this later--

Hang in there, Mom!!!!!!

3babybeans

I'm gonna have to remember to come back in tomorrow when I have time to read your birth stories! I will post mine too if you want to hear it. I've gotta get things ready for company (assuming anyone shows this week!)
MM

Ooohh! I'd love to hear it! I have issues. LOL What company are you expecting?

Okay-- be ready-- later I shall share the birth story to end all birth stories-- I'll have to be as politically correct as I can, but it will be difficult--

Oohh! Looking forward to it! Nothing like bonding over birth stories :laugh:

Lyn_Matthews

BSU WINS!! It was dang close but we won and that's all that matters :drinker: Gonna get my steak on and my drink on to celebrate!!!

Lovin the birth stories! Can't wait to hear Marla's.

3babybeans

Yay, Lyn! Congratulations! Enjoy your dinner! Now that my dh is home, the Texas Tech/Okalahoma game is on our tv until further notice. I couldn't be more thrilled. :grumble:

Marla64

Okay-- so here we go-- try to keep this as short as possible. Having gone through eight births, I knew going into the Caleb experience that the hospital pillows were crap, and that the rooms are always too hot. So, I actually packed a suitcase with my own pillows and fan. I was all set, once the child was born, to settle down for a long winter's nap.

Caleb's birth was a total piece of cake. I got the pit, had the water broken, got the epidural, waited a couple hours, about two pushes and out he popped. However, doctor couldn't get my bleeding to stop, so I lost a bit more blood than they'd anticipated in the after birth. My face went white and I was total loop city-- very woozy.

So, they catheterized me just to make sure I didn't have to get out of bed since I was going to be woozy for a bit. And off I went to my room.......to the roomate from hell.

New Brunswick, New Jersey has BUNCHES of gang-member girlfriend, single mother, no-income patients, in love with the WB network and that sort of crapola TV. Although they have single rooms at this hospital, and my insurance covered it, I was told they didn't have any available and I was put into an old room in the 1930 section of the hospital with the beds "thisclose" to each other. I never order TV when I'm in the hospital, because I intend to sleep the entire time there-- or at least hope to.

So, I get in this room after midnight and try to get set up. They bring me food which I eat in between passing out, I was still loopy. I drifted off to sleep and woke up stifling. The room was HOT. So, I got up out of bed and tried to walk pushing my little IV stand and holding my catheter bag like Sophia from The Golden Girls to the thermostat-- which was broken. The temperature in the room was 75. No problem-- I'll look for a plug for my fan. None. Not one plug in the room except for the electric bed and the life support system, et cetera.

It's now 2:00 a.m. and my roommate has been on her cell phone all night long, loudly blathering to her boyfriend's mother, sister, aunt, anybody she could think of telling her how pretty her little baby girl is, while in the same breath telling the child to shut up every time it cries. She didn't care that it was 2 in the morning, nor that she had a roomate. She blathered on, full voice-- she finally hung up and decided to wash her hands. So rather than go into the bathroom, she chose the sink on the wall at the foot of my bed and proceeded to wash up, brush her teeth-- et cetera.

She then gets into bed and turns up the television-- no headphones for this gorilla. She played it full throttle, laughing at all the hootin' and hollerin' that she was drinking in from the Jerry Springer type crap she was watching-- my blood pressure is now rising. I'm dying hot. My gorilla roomate six feet away from me is a rude, inconsiderate pig and I can't sleep.

So, I ring for the nurse. As tired as I am, I can deal with the noise-- but I need air or I'm going to scream. So, I ask her to please find me a plug so I can plug in my fan. The nurses all knew I'd just had my 9th child, so they considered me a saint-- LOL-- so whatever I was asking for, they were prepared to grant. So, I simply asked, 'Would you please find a place for me to plug in my fan? I am so hot."

So, while she looked, I also whispered that the woman's TV was driving me crazy. So, she says, "No problem. I'll just ask her to turn it down." Nurse pulls back the curtain and said to roomate, 'Excuse me, your roommate is trying to sleep. Would you mind turning your TV down a bit?" "Yes, I do mind. It's my room, too." "Well, it's just that she's just had her ninth child and needs some sleep." "I don't care how many kids she had. Don't you ask me turn down my-- blah, blah, blah"

Nurse says, "Okay, fine, nevermind," and told me she'd get me into another room right away and she leaves the room. Seconds later, I hear gorilla on the phone-- "Hi. It's me. Do you know what they just had the nerve to do? They just had the nerve to aks me to turn down my television set-- yes-- " Nurse walks in as this conversation begins, but not before the gasket had blown.

I finally had had it-- Mt. Vesuvius was ready to blow-- it started low, almost a mutter and with each successive word the volume rose until the final word was positively bellowed-- "Oh, shut the F*** up, you stupid B****!!!!!!" Before I knew what hit me, this gorilla whips around the curtain, ready to beat the crap out of me, threatening me, hitting me, screaming in my face, telling them to go ahead and take her child away, she was gonna beat my "racist, piece-of-s*** white *kitten*" and she didn't care if they threw her in jail. It was the mother of all four letter tirades, centimeters from my face as the nurses tried to keep her from beating my racist, piece of s***, white *kitten*!!

My choice? Open my mouth again and engage in a rumble with this woman as I was dying to, or protect my woozy self that is prone to post-delivery "tachycardia", replete with pee-pee bag and IV stand? Well, that choice was obvious. So, I just kept loudly telling the nurse to get me away from this piece of trash and call security-- security raced in and guarded her door for the rest of the night and they quickly ushered me into a private room on a different floor. By this time, I was a sobbing lunatic-- exhausted.

Next day, everyone of the bigwigs in the hospital visited me, apologizing profusely, bringing me fruit baskets and telling me I had the right, if I wished, to press charges. They were so very worried I'd bring a lawsuit against the hospital-- but, seriously, if I had just kept my mouth shut in the first place, none of it would have happened.

Sure, she was a beast, and had no right attacking me-- but pressing charges would just make my life more difficult-- hers was obviously already difficult-- look at the monster she'd become. So, I apologized to the staff, telling them that the roommate hadn't addressed me, she was having a conversation on her cell phone-- I should have just kept my mouth shut. They were already planning to move me into another room-- I was getting what I wanted, I should have just shut the heck up. (do you have any idea of how many times that has been the moral to my story??? )

So there-- ladies-- top that? Have you ever been locked in a six foot cage with a 200 lb gorilla hours after giving birth?

3babybeans

LOL No, no I have not. My roommate story was much different...it was Micah's delivery that I had to share a room for about 12 hours & that was quite enough. She just had 4 different babies from 4 different daddies & had custody of none of them except the one she just spawned b/c of drug problems & was on the phone with everyone that would answer about how her tubes were being tied & the baby was just SO big (7# something...right. I just pushed out 9#9oz...I have no pity). She was interesting to say the least, but nothing compared to your new friend. :bigsmile:

Marla64

Ha-- then I win.

3babybeans

Girl, you won the second you said, "Hi. My name is Marla & I've birthed 9 children." LOL

Marla64

Girl, you won the second you said, "Hi. My name is Marla & I've birthed 9 children." LOL

Shucks-- well, hey, then-- go me. Most ironic of all-- I have only one ovary and one tube-- TMI, though-- LOL!!

3babybeans

Watch out, folks...Marla's figured out how to use tmi. LOL My friend only has one ovary & one tube & endometriosis & she has 2 beautiful, healthy kiddos. Just baffles her doctors. They actually had the nerve when she got pregnant with her first to tell her "don't get attached." WHAT?! How do you NOT get attached when you find out you're pregnant, especially since they had to try for nearly 2 years. Silliness...and completely off topic. LOL That's my style!

Marla64

topic? We had a topic? I never knew we had a topic.

I never met a topic from which I didn't digress!!!

Heading to tae-bo with Abby, the 6 year old-- she's definitely built for comfort, not for speed, like her mama-- later.

3babybeans

The rest of our group is going to have a rude awakening when they visit the thread tomorrow. LOL I hope they're in the mood for words like cervix & stitches! :bigsmile:

Good night, Marla! I need to go do something in the field of cleaning, but so don't want to.

Lyn_Matthews

Marla you are an amazing woman. Birthing your ninth baby and showing restraint to a "gorilla" that had no respect for you, her surrounding, or herself (i'm sure). I would have clocked her...with my pee pee bag :laugh:

Good night ladies, it has been an entertaining day that's for sure!!

loreeb18

Here's my labor story (And I had a private room so it's definitely not as entertaining as Marla's):

My husband and I had been running errands all day. We just sat down to eat our Arby's just before 9 at night. I'm sitting on the couch finishing my curly fries. All of a sudden it felt kinda like a baby kick but low. Then I felt like my belly sunk in. I popped up and looked at my husband. Then I ran upstairs to the bathroom. Dave (dh) asked, "Is it baby time?" He said, "I need to pack my bag!" Of course my bag had been packed for 2 weeks so I yelled at him.

All of a sudden it hit me that I would soon be pushing a human out my hole so I'm standing in the middle of the room rocking myself back & forth. My MIL was there and she's like, "Are you okay?" looking at me all worried.

On the way to the hospital, Dave is crazy excited and I'm bawling my eyes out saying, "I'm not ready! I'm not ready!"

We get to the hosptal. I get admitted around 10pm. My contractions started then and I had them every minute or 2 the whole time.

I told Dave his one job was to make sure I got my epidural. We told the doctor when we got there and Dave kept mentioning it again. They kept saying they would call the doctor and then the doctor was on the way. Finally they came in and said I was 9 centimeters. Dave's like "Can she still get her epidural," praying, "Please, please! If you can't, she'll KILL me!" Luckily I could. Dave had to leave the room. They started to do the epidural. I said, "Wait. I'm having a contraction." They said, "If we wait, you won't be able to get one." I leaned into the nurse and said, "Go for it!"

Harley was born at 1:43am, less than 5 hours after my water broke.

Everybody's like, "Oh, you had an easy labor." I said, "No, quick. Not easy." I'd have about 30 seconds between contractions to catch my breath before the next one started.

Marla64

Loree-- man, you're lucky they still gave it to you -- Dave's luckier-- Ha!

A friend of mine went in premature labor with her 8th child two years ago, her husband got her in the car and they were intending to go to their desired hospital, 35 minutes away-- but Kerri said, "Charlie, I don't know if I'm going to make it-- better stay local." So, they go to the local one, 5 minutes from the house-- he goes into get her a wheelchair, comes back out and she's holding the baby in her arms.

Baby Luke had some problems being 6 weeks early-- but is fine now-- these stories are all too funny.

3babybeans

Oh, Loree you could have done it! You got to 9cm, you could have pushed her out. The contractions leading up to 9cm are the worst part, IMO. Seriously! No labor is easy, either. However I'm sure for your next baby, you'll be able to tell which one was worse. LOL

Lyn - I about died when I read "with my pee pee bag" HA! Too funny.

With each baby everyone would say, "better get there quicker this time!" Riiiight. My GOAL was have the baby in my yard. I just hate hospitals. :grumble: Obviously, Doug didn't ever let that happen, though. :laugh:

mechanicmom

I still have not had time to read all the posts! I have been so busy. But here is my birth story:
I was a week late and it was the week before Thanksgiving, so my doctor insisted I be induced, basically because he didn't want to get called over the holidays. My mom said it was okay, so I listened to her. I had not dilated at all or anything, but I was having contractions (I didn't feel them). So they gave me pitocin. After awhile I started to feel nauseated so they gave me phenegrin (sorry, for the bad spelling. lol). That was like putting me in a straight jacket and loading me up with sugar and caffeine! When I had to go to the bathroom I jerked off all the tubes and everything. I was a crazy woman. Then I think they gave me something to calm down from that and it made me very tired. The epideral kept wearing off. I think they came in about three times or so to give me more. 26 hours later I was only dilated to a 5-6 and hadn't effaced. They told me I needed a c-section and by that point I just wanted it over. I had realized the induction had been a mistake and I should have just told them I would wait for him to come naturally. So I had a c-section and I was too tired to even hold Alex after he was born. We were in the hospital for four days. It was miserable. I didn't feel good, didn't want to eat. Alex stayed in the room with me, but he cried and cried and cried. Breastfeeding was not working, none of the nurses were helping. They were suppose to send in someone to help me breastfeed and they never did. So we had to use formula. I told them no pacifier and they gave him one anyway. The last night we were there Alex cried non stop (unless we were holding him upright) until three in the morning. By that time I called a nurse in and asked if they could do anything for him in the nursery so I could sleep. The nurse said there was nothing they could do and left the room. She didn't even offer to take the baby to the nursery for me! I was so mad at this point and I was upset because I didn't know what was wrong with Alex. They even put him on lactose free formula to see if that would help. It didn't. My last day was a Monday and the sweetest nurse came in and took care of me. When I told her all that was going on she couldn't believe it. She showed me how nurse him and all of that. She was a Godsend! The breastfeeding never stuck though. I tried for seven months and finally had to accept it wasn't going to work. Next pregnancy we are seriously considering a home birth, if VBAC is an option. I don't know how well I will handle the pain but I do not want all the drugs and I do not want all the other people telling me what I need to do when I said I didn't want to do it. I know I am leaving out details but I think that's long enough. LOL. So that's my story.
MM

3babybeans

Oh, that made me so sad to read all that, MM! I would be considering an at home birth at well. Look into birthing centers if there is one near you. I nearly had Doug talked into it for Tabitha, but he flaked out b/c he was worried that she was going to be even bigger than Micah & I had bleeding issues with both the boys, too. What a horrible birth experience you had. Trust me. If you have your mind set to it, natural birth really is so doable. Even with the pitocin, I natural birthed. Honestly, if it would have taken much longer, I think I may have died, but I still did it & have no regrets. I could really get on my soapbox about the lack of breastfeeding help, but I shall save that for another day.

I hope your company is behaving themselves! :flowerforyou:

Marla64

Whoa-- bless your heart-- MM-- it should have been sweeter-- but you have dear Alex. I would have been on my way to C-section bunches of times if I hadn't learned that they need to break my water bag, or I won't dilate. For what it's worth, if yours didn't break independently and you're ever down that road again, demand they break it. They use this little crochet hook type thing-- it's messy, but contractions get going-- they use pit in me just to dilate me enough to get the crochet hook in. Once the water breaks, I'm good to go-- but it never breaks on its own.

Must get to work-- my company screwed up my deadlines and I'm now double the work for tomorrow-- some of it was due by 7pm today and they put it for tomorrow so I've been out all day with the kids thinking I was free until this evening-- I need the work, so have to get busy.

If anyone sees me anywhere on this site anymore tonight-- slap me upside the head!

Blessed night to you all--

LokiFae

Oh my gosh, I'm gone for two days and the birth stories begin. Yay!!! I birth stories because they always show how strong we women are and no matter how difficult things are, we always push through (literally haha) and in the end we get a beautiful baby. So here's mine:

The ONLY night DH and I stayed out late when I was pregnant was the night before my water broke. We stayed out until 3 am, finally got home and went to sleep. I woke up at 6:00 feeling like I peed my pants. We were sharing a bathroom with his brother and his girlfriend at the time (living in his parents' house, don't even get me into that, it was awful) and they had locked it in the middle of the night, so I had to hobble across the entire house to the other bathroom, passing my FIL with amniotic fluid dripping down my leg. So we called the doctor, told him that my water broke, and they told me there was no way, because it was too early, it was probably discharge, but if I wanted to come in they wouldn't stop me. So DH and I get ready to go, and our hospital was an hour drive away. There was a hospital closer, but while I was pregnant, one of the vacuums malfunctioned on a baby while they were using it to get him out and he died. So being superstitious, I decided to pick the next closest hospital. DH doesn't drive (just never learned, another icky situation) so I drove my happy a** an hour away to our hospital. We go upstairs, and they check the fluid, and well, I'll be, it's actually amniotic fluid. I wasn't just freaking out. Huh.

They get the IV and everything in, and then the doctor comes in and tells me that since I'm going to have to give birth this early (6 weeks, by the way), they're going to helicopter me to a hospital another hour and a half away which has a NICU. So we gear up for that, call everybody (my mom was in the delivery room with us) and let them know that we're going to another hospital. They then decide that it's too cloudy for helicopter and I'll just go in an ambulance. So they get me on a stretcher, load me in, and we drive an hour and a half in the ambulance. And they won't let me sit up, they make me lie down the entire time.

When we finally get to the hospital, they put me on pitocin and an antibiotic. And as some of you know, pitocin is AWFUL. And I was really gung ho about the whole "natural birth" thing. But DANG. I hung in there on the pitocin for about 6 hours, and then I begged for Nubain. So they give me Nubain and I fall asleep. Remember that we had only gotten 3 hours of sleep the night before, and the last thing I had eaten was around 7 p.m. the night before, and it was bratwurst on the grill. So it's around 8 or 9 o'clock, and I have them turn the air conditioning on (because it was HOT) and fall asleep for a couple hours. And they had already put the catheter in, and the internal monitor on, and all of that. Around 2 a.m. I wake up in HORRIBLE pain and beg for them to find the guy to do an epidural. So he shows up around 3 a.m. and administers it. I wait a half an hour but the only thing getting numb is my left thigh. And that isn't helping ANYTHING. So we call him again, he takes the first epidural catheter out and puts another one in. And that's when the heaven that is an epidural finally kicked in. I was so relaxed that I just watched T.V. and hung out and was civil (while DH and my mom were wrapped up in as many blankets as they could find, because it was 55 degrees in there). So around 8 a.m. my nurse comes in and tells me that I need to go ahead and start practicing pushing because the doctor that's been with me all night is getting ready to go home at 9 a.m. Oh, and she turns my epidural off so I can feel everything.

So I'm pushing...And I'm pushing...And I'm pushing...And pretty soon they tell me I'm crowning. So they call the NICU nurses and the doctor. And she has left. So they tell me to hold it (:explode: ) and call the doctor on call. Ten minutes later, at 10:47 a.m., the doctor came in and my first words to him were, "Nice to meet you!" while I am stirruped with a baby coming out of me. I pushed, Darrell came out, and was whisked away to the NICU. I ordered a tuna sandwich.

But I'm not done!!!! They get me to the postpartum room and my back starts to hurt. So I get on my hands and knees because it feels better, push a little, and a 5 pound blood clot comes out! DH's face goes white, my grandma runs out of the room, and the nurses call the doctor. They clean me up, and I stand up so they can clean the bed. And I pass another one. They clean me up again, and the doctor comes in and pulls out (!) a couple more.

This is getting long, so I'll just say, I have two blood transfusions, my husband goes home and leaves me staying in the guest house across the street while Darrell is in the NICU for a week. It sucked.

But I got a pretty cute baby from it.

loreeb18

Be proud of me! I finally left Harley (my 2 1/2 month old daughter) with somebody (other than my husband).

Yesterday I left her with my mom for about 4 hours when Dave (my husband) and I went to the tattoo shop. (I got his name and flowers on my wrist and he got more work done on his leg. -- He's getting navy/sea stuff from his knee down onto his foot.)

I didn't want Dave's parents to think I was favoring my mom so tonight we left Harley with them and went to supper and a little shopping.

I was so proud that I didn't cry either time and I only called twice when she was with my mom (She was there for about 4 hours.) and once with Dave's parents. (She was there about 2 1/2 hours.)

Yea me!

Lyn_Matthews

MM-that is a terrible story. I feel so sad that you were treated that way. I understand why you would want a home birth after that experience.

Loki-Your story cracked me up. "I ordered a tuna sandwich" about made me fall off my chair. I felt the same way when my son was born. As soon as we were done I wanted to order breakfast I was starving. hehehe but blood clots :noway: scary!!! And believe me I understand your feeling about your hubby leaving you while the baby was in NICU...I had a similar experience. Short version....My emotional day is about 3 days after the baby is born and on this particular day after my baby has been in NICU for 2 1/2 days my hubby decides that he needs to go register the new motorcycle he got. I'm laying in my hospital bed crying and he's registering a freaking motorcycle :explode: Boys are dumb!!

Loree-congrats on leaving the baby with your parents. It's so hard that first time and then it gets easier and eventually you are BEGGING someone to take them so you can retain your sanity

Good night ladies!

3babybeans

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New week, new thread!