Instead I checked into the hospital the evening of 14 October to have my labor induced.
|Gosh I look exhausted for NOT having|
gone into labor!
At this time I was not having any labor contractions just some braxton-hicks contractions - I could feel my uterus tightening but it wasn't painful. I watched the graph plotted by the CTG machine Each time I felt a tightening my baby's heart rate dropped.
I had done enough reading to know what this meant. It meant that inducing labor could be too stressful for the baby. The midwife left the room to call my OB. I didn't need her to explain anymore to me. At that point I knew I would be having a C-section.
It all happened so fast. My OB was on scene within 10 minutes then I was whisked to the operating room and was having a spinal block administered. A sheet was draped across my chest and the surgery began.
|So tiny in daddy's arms|
The midwife took her, weighed and measured her (7lbs 7oz and 18.5in), swaddled her up then held her up to my face so I could look at her. And I sobbed! I cried because I was so happy and so in love with her. I kept saying, "She's so beautiful!" and "Oh my gosh she has so much hair!".
Then my girl was off to the nursery with my husband while I was put back together and stitched up.
A common occurrence with babies of diabetic mothers is that their blood sugar is low when they are born. This is because (no matter how hard we try) diabetes is a tough disease to manage and our blood sugars aren't perfect 24/7. So our elevated blood glucose goes through the placenta causing the baby to produce extra insulin. When the baby is born that high source of glucose is gone but their little pancreas is still producing extra insulin so they are at risk for hypoglycemia.
When they tested my little gal's blood sugar in the nursery the meter just read "low", meaning her BG was to low to register a numerical value! They had to give her a feeding tube to pump her full of formula to raise her BG. Poor little gal! All this was happening while I was still in the operating room getting stitched up.
By the time I was ready and my girl's BG stabilized it was almost 2 hours before I was able to hold her. I was so happy to finally get to hold her and have her close to me. To see her and touch her and know that she was healthy.
In the end it didn't matter how my girl was born - natural, c-section, in a cave, in a taxi. I was filled with so much love and happiness at the sight of her. She is a part of this world now, healthy and thriving, and it doesn't matter how she got here.