I am sorry it has been over a month since my last post. This mommy thing has really consumed me and blogging is like the last thing I have made time for. I'm lucky to get a shower every other day and put my make up on daily. Ok... so I don't put my make up on everyday but try to most days just because it makes me feel more human. Ok... back to the story.
Soooo, I'm feeling on top of the world with my epidural and even said to the nurses standing by, " why on earth would someone not want to get an epidural?" I didn't have one with my son but it wasn't necessarily my choice. This was going to be WAY better. Dr. A walks in and says hi. I'm like hey I'm feeling great now, I just got my drugs on. He said that he had been there a while and intentionally waits until the epidurals are in affect. I'm thinking... smart man! He proceeds to do what doctors do and checks my cervix. Woah! I was now dilated 7 centimeters. I was so excited to hear this. Dr. A said it was ok for the boys to come back. Yay! And also very happy that my honey had insisted on calling the doctor. Otherwise, we may have had a home birth!
Suddenly, the nurses started acting very nervous and asking me to flip from side to side. They weren't saying why and I wasn't paying attention to the monitors. Then I heard it. The slow thud... thud.. OMG! Is that the baby's heartbeat? It was. Her heart rate had slowed down dangerously slow. They rush to get Dr A back in the room and then we hear the heart beating more rhythmically and faster. He leaves again to go tell the boys they can come join me in the labor room. Within just a couple minutes I hear the heart rate slow to the frightening thud...... thud....... thud. The nurses have me flip so more and the doctor comes in and says, " we have to go... NOW! I need to do an emergency C section. Clint and Riley walk in right behind him and have just heard the terrifying news. I'm like... that's fine with me just get her out in my arms ASAP! The doctor announced that he didn't want to take the time to go get a different bed and just to take my bed to the ER, NOW! His urgency was making me very nervous. The bad part about his decision is that this bed was much wider than the ER beds and it took the nurses a very long time to get me to the ER. The wheels on the bed kept jamming up and the bed wouldn't turn the corners. I was starting to cry and thinking to myself, "We are going to be too late! My baby is going to die. Oh, God don't let my baby die. I know I must have made promises to be the best mother on earth and do everything in my power to raise my baby right. Please just don't take our precious baby."
