Oh man what a day it was! Let’s see if I can sum this up:
If you read my previous post 33 week update/preeclampsia, you may remember that I was readmitted to the hospital on 11/04/19 with hoped of making it to 11/15/19 (35 weeks gestation).
On November 9th Brooks failed one of his daily NST test (due to decreased fetal movement). The nurse told me not to panic and that they were going to order an emergency BPP to be done so they could check on him. Thankfully everything was okay and they told me he was just being stubborn.
On November 11th, he failed again. The nurse kept me hooked to the monitor for about 3 hours trying to get Brooks to cooperate. When he wouldn’t, I assumed the doctor would order another BPP like he did on Saturday. At 3:40 pm the nurse came in and said “well, it looks like we are having a baby today.” Talk about a crazy moment! Michael and I thought she was joking until she sat down her supplies and immediately began prepping me for surgery. Michael stepped out to call our parents and let them know and by the time he came back to the room, I was getting in the wheelchair to be taken back to surgery. Our perfect little boy was born one hour and one minute later. 11/11/19 at 4:41 pm weighing 4 lbs and 10 oz and 17 1/2 inches long. He was born at 34 weeks and 4 days.
Because he was early, he was immediately taken to the NICU and I was taken to recovery. Once in recovery, they started magnesium drip for 24 hours to prevent seizures. They wheeled me through the NICU to glance at Brooks on my way to recovery. I was on heavy pain meds but I remember thinking he was the prettiest thing I had ever seen.
24 hours later, I was able to get out of bed finally (after the magnesium was stopped) and Michael wheeled me down to the NICU to hold Brooks for the first time. I made it through the whole day without crying until this moment.
Brooks came into the world breathing on his own but he needed oxygen to help him regulate his breathing. He also needs a feeding tube since he didn’t know how to drink from a bottle yet.
14 days later, he finally got to come home. It was the longest/hardest 14 days of my life. Leaving the hospital without my baby was the hardest thing I have ever done. I cried all the way home. I finally stopped crying and the song “even though I’m leaving” came on and I started crying again. I don’t think I’ll ever be able to listen to that song again without thinking of that day.
Brooks has been home with us for 10 days now and we are completely smitten by him. He is a constant reminder that we beat PCOS and infertility. ❤️