On October 15, 2009 at 5am my water ruptured @ 30 weeks pregnant. I drove myself into Orange County to the hospital to get checked out. After they ran some tests they told me I wouldn't be leaving the hospital until the baby is born. They gave me a couple of steroid shots to help mature the baby's lungs, I wouldn't be going past 34 weeks. At about 2 weeks into my stay they discovered I had velamentous insertion (Normally, blood vessels run from the placenta via the umbilical cord to the baby. Velamentous insertion means that these veins travel across the amniotic membranes before they come together into the umbilical cord. Velamentous insertion happens in 1-2% of all pregnancies), because of the velamentous insertion they would have to delivery me via c-section (they didn't want me to go into labor). I had ultrasounds & blood taken almost daily, I also had to take many medications every day. As much as I hated being in the hospital (and almost lost my mind on numerous occasions) I made friendships with some of the nurses, one inparticular, her name is Nicole. She is the one who kept me going on my bad days, she always reminded me why I was in there, and that all of it would be worth it in the end. She took very good care of me and made me feel very comfortable.
"I couldn't of done it without you Nicole, thank you!"
"I couldn't of done it without you Nicole, thank you!"
After being in the hospital for 28 days they preformed a c-section. The morning of the surgery I was very, very nervous! I've never really been in an operating room before and I was very scared something was going to happen to the baby (only being 34 weeks pregnant). Kyle, his Mom and his sister were all there that morning as I went into the OR. Once they got me prepped they allowed Kyle into the operating room. As you can imagine I was very emotional. Once they got the baby out and said "IT'S A GIRL" I got to hear her cry! I've been waiting a long time to hear that cry. They let me see her for a few seconds, kiss her and then they wisked her off to CHOC (Children's Hospital of Orange County). Kyle went with her.
Once in recovery I was joined by my Aunt Maggie, Uncle Sergio, cousin Michael, Kyle's Mom and Kyle's sister. They kept me company for the rest of the day. Kyle got to come see me a few hours later. We were both so excited that the baby was doing great and she didn't need any oxygen, her lungs were functioning wonderfully thanks to that steroid I took when I first got admitted. I would have to wait 33 hours until I got to see my daughter again (thanks to the stupid nurses in post pardum). That first time seeing her over at CHOC was amazing! Yes she was hooked up to IV's and monitors but she was alive & healthy!!!
After 31 days in the hospital on bed rest I would finally get to go home! And 9 1/2 days later I would get to bring my baby home, it was a long road but well worth it...
I know I'm missing bits and pieces of this story but I'm trying to put it all behind me now, I know some of you have requested to hear what happened so I gave you the short version. Again I want to thank everyone who came to visit me while I was in the hospital, you have no idea how much it meant to me. And to everyone else who e-mailed, called, sent cards & flowers, and texted me, "thank you" those things kept me going too. I am very blessed...
