Dylan's Birth Story
Dylan was a complete surprise to us. My boyfriend and I are still fairly young and were just talking about starting a family. I knew I wanted to start our family sooner than he did, so we left this topic alone for the most part.
November arrived and I hadn’t really thought that I skipped October because I had skipped before. Finally, my best friend convinced me to take the test. That stick showed two lines before I even set it down. I went to the clinic where it was confirmed that I was 8½ weeks pregnant.
My pregnancy started out rough with morning sickness and the flu at the same time, so I lost a lot of weight in the beginning. I was miserable but when I saw my doctor he said I was fine and so was the baby. After the beginning, my pregnancy was pretty uneventful until the first week of April.
On a routine visit, my blood pressure was 175/100. It had been pretty normal up until then so my doctor was concerned. He put me on bed rest for the remainder of my pregnancy and I had to go to the doctor three times a week. I was diagnosed with chronic hypertension due to pregnancy. My blood pressure went up and down but aside from that everything was fine with the baby.
On June 6, my doctor sent me to the hospital because my blood pressure had spiked again. Since my due date was only two weeks away, my doctor thought I might need to be induced. After seven hours of observation they sent me home, telling me I could only leave my house for doctor’s visits until the baby arrived. That Sunday I went to the hospital on my own because I was in excruciating pain. The doctors poked me and prodded me but they couldn’t find anything wrong. I had a trace of protein in my urine, but not enough for them to admit me.
On June 14, at my non-stress test, the baby’s heart beat was really fast for 20 minutes straight. When they did an ultrasound, they saw that there wasn’t much fluid around him so they sent me to the hospital to be induced.
I arrived at the hospital at 12:30 PM. By 2 PM they had given me the first dose of cervidil to open my cervix. When they checked me at 8 PM, I was dilated to one centimeter. The doctor decided to try pitocin overnight to see if that would help. By 2 AM they were giving me as much pitocin as they possibly could and it wasn’t doing anything. They sent my boyfriend home to rest and gave me a shot to take away the pain and help me sleep.
By 6:00 AM on June 15, the doctor gave me another dose of cervidil to try and push me along. When they checked me at noon I was still only at one centimeter. I’m not sure what the technical term is, but the doctor decided to stick the “balloon” in me to mechanically open my cervix. I was in a lot of pain so I got my epidural and for the next few hours I was in heaven. The doctor came in at 5 PM to take out the balloon and found that it had done its job and got me to three centimeters. He broke my water and stuck me on pitocin and left me alone to do my work.
When my doctor came back at 7 PM, he said there was protein in my urine and if I didn’t progress and deliver on my own then I would have to have a C-section. My epidural was starting to wear off and I was so tired by then that I just wanted to have my baby out. At 11 PM, I was six centimeters and stuck. I was in so much pain because my epidural completely wore off that they figured I needed another dose in order to keep progressing to 10. I got my second dose and within one hour, I went from six to 10 centimeters and was ready to push. By 12:28 AM, Dylan was out, weighing in at a healthy six pounds, eight ounces, 19 inches in length.
I had to be on magnesium for 24 hours to bring down my blood pressure. Dylan was happy and healthy so he got to stay by my side the entire time we were in the hospital. By 4 PM on June 17, I had finally bugged the nurse enough to send me home. By the time he was a month old I had to put Dylan completely on formula because my milk never fully came in and he wasn’t getting enough to eat. When Dylan was three months old I underwent surgery to have my gallbladder removed. While I was pregnant, a dozen gallstones had formed in my gallbladder which resulted in many painful attacks.
I’ve been through a lot in the past year. My doctor said he was surprised because I’m only 22. But looking at my son has made all the pain worth it and I’m willing to go through it all over again. Only next time I won’t have to worry about my gallbladder!
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