Fat Nick
Footballguy
What an end to last week...My wife is 33 weeks pregnant with our 1st child, a boy. She's had elevated blood pressure over the last few weeks, and her liver enzymes were elevated slightly. The doctors presumed preeclampsia, but she didn't have the typical signs and it wasn't severe, just something to watch. At the beginning of last week they wanted her to take some time off of work and just relax. The doctor said she would likely have him a little early, but when my wife asked if she meant very soon, she said emphatically "no."
On Thursday we had a normal check-in appointment. I don't usually go to all of them, but this time I figured I'd come along. I left work at 11:00 and drove home, appointment was at 12:30. Got home and picked up the wife. Didn't change clothes or eat anything other than an apple. I figured we'd only be a few hours anyway. We get to the doctor, and they review her blood work from the previous week...elevated BP and elevated liver levels...Doctor is concerned. Wants to send us up to maternity ward to have some more blood work done so we can get a real-time indication. We hang out in maternity for 2 hours, and wait for the blood work to come back. Blood work comes back...but doctor is tied up. The nurse says that they want to admit her. We're starting to get worried...Finally, around 6:00, the doctor comes in...cutting to the chase, my wife's BP is high, and her liver enzymes are high...doubling almost every time they test, and now in the danger zone. The doc basically says, "We're going to induce you sometime within the next 48 hours." Holy ####. My wife starts crying...I go numb. He's 33 weeks. My mind immediately races to all the things that COULD happen...my wife could have a seizure from the preeclampsia. Her platelets could drop, and bleeding could become an issue. The baby obviously could have breathing issues, developmental problems, etc. Oy...
We settle into our room, and at about 9:00 PM, I finally head home to get some stuff for my wife, change clothes, and eat my 1st meal of the day. As I sit and devour a 5 Guy's burger, I look around the house and realize that it's exactly as we left it...my wife's laptop is open by the recliner...my work bag is on the table. There's a magazine still open to the page it was on when she got up to go after finishing some yogurt. I completely freak out. Neither of us were expecting this. Her baby shower is this upcoming Saturday. friends and family coming into town from everywhere. House is a mess...contractor still working on our master bathroom renovation...
After a restless Friday night's sleep, they begin pitocin to induce labor. Things progress slowly. The wife and I are just hanging out watching TV in the room. At about 4, she's 6 cm dilated and in some pain, so she gets the epidural. Takes some tweaking, but she's comfortable at that point. About 6:00, she gets a pained look on her face and says she feels "pressure." Keeps getting worse, so the doc comes in..."Oh...you're fully dialated. It's time to push." A herd of doctors and nurses descend on the room and begin transforming the maternity suite into a delivery room. Nurse tells me, "Grab a leg and hold her hand." Holy ####...again. After 30 minutes, our son's head pops out, and quickly the rest of him does too. The cord was wrapped around his neck, but the doc snipped it quickly and they started checking him out. He starts to cry, which makes me start to cry, and my wife too. He's tiny...but he's screaming. We named him Connor John so he can go by CJ if he wants. John is a family name from my wife's side. I've got a whacky 13-letter long Thai last name, so we wanted it to be short too.
So from then till now...Little Connor was on 25% oxygen and a CPAP at first. Now, a little over 3 days later, he's off the oxygen and CPAP. He's feeding from a bottle and now taking the full 30 mL per feeding. He had a little jaundice and needed the light therapy, but he took that well. Hopefully it's time to fatten him up. My wife's BP and liver are back to normal. The outlook is good, but he'll be there for another week or two. God bless living 5 minutes from the hospital. We can stay in the comfort of home and pop over and see him for almost every feeding, and let him rest in between.
I anxiously await the day he comes home, but I'm patient and know he's got to get stronger. I thank god the doctors were "test happy," because if they weren't, they may have never caught my wife's condition. I can't imagine what I would've done if something happened to her. Going just a few days with her in the hospital made me realize how much she does in our lives...things like this really make me realize what's important in life.
On Thursday we had a normal check-in appointment. I don't usually go to all of them, but this time I figured I'd come along. I left work at 11:00 and drove home, appointment was at 12:30. Got home and picked up the wife. Didn't change clothes or eat anything other than an apple. I figured we'd only be a few hours anyway. We get to the doctor, and they review her blood work from the previous week...elevated BP and elevated liver levels...Doctor is concerned. Wants to send us up to maternity ward to have some more blood work done so we can get a real-time indication. We hang out in maternity for 2 hours, and wait for the blood work to come back. Blood work comes back...but doctor is tied up. The nurse says that they want to admit her. We're starting to get worried...Finally, around 6:00, the doctor comes in...cutting to the chase, my wife's BP is high, and her liver enzymes are high...doubling almost every time they test, and now in the danger zone. The doc basically says, "We're going to induce you sometime within the next 48 hours." Holy ####. My wife starts crying...I go numb. He's 33 weeks. My mind immediately races to all the things that COULD happen...my wife could have a seizure from the preeclampsia. Her platelets could drop, and bleeding could become an issue. The baby obviously could have breathing issues, developmental problems, etc. Oy...
We settle into our room, and at about 9:00 PM, I finally head home to get some stuff for my wife, change clothes, and eat my 1st meal of the day. As I sit and devour a 5 Guy's burger, I look around the house and realize that it's exactly as we left it...my wife's laptop is open by the recliner...my work bag is on the table. There's a magazine still open to the page it was on when she got up to go after finishing some yogurt. I completely freak out. Neither of us were expecting this. Her baby shower is this upcoming Saturday. friends and family coming into town from everywhere. House is a mess...contractor still working on our master bathroom renovation...
After a restless Friday night's sleep, they begin pitocin to induce labor. Things progress slowly. The wife and I are just hanging out watching TV in the room. At about 4, she's 6 cm dilated and in some pain, so she gets the epidural. Takes some tweaking, but she's comfortable at that point. About 6:00, she gets a pained look on her face and says she feels "pressure." Keeps getting worse, so the doc comes in..."Oh...you're fully dialated. It's time to push." A herd of doctors and nurses descend on the room and begin transforming the maternity suite into a delivery room. Nurse tells me, "Grab a leg and hold her hand." Holy ####...again. After 30 minutes, our son's head pops out, and quickly the rest of him does too. The cord was wrapped around his neck, but the doc snipped it quickly and they started checking him out. He starts to cry, which makes me start to cry, and my wife too. He's tiny...but he's screaming. We named him Connor John so he can go by CJ if he wants. John is a family name from my wife's side. I've got a whacky 13-letter long Thai last name, so we wanted it to be short too.
So from then till now...Little Connor was on 25% oxygen and a CPAP at first. Now, a little over 3 days later, he's off the oxygen and CPAP. He's feeding from a bottle and now taking the full 30 mL per feeding. He had a little jaundice and needed the light therapy, but he took that well. Hopefully it's time to fatten him up. My wife's BP and liver are back to normal. The outlook is good, but he'll be there for another week or two. God bless living 5 minutes from the hospital. We can stay in the comfort of home and pop over and see him for almost every feeding, and let him rest in between.
I anxiously await the day he comes home, but I'm patient and know he's got to get stronger. I thank god the doctors were "test happy," because if they weren't, they may have never caught my wife's condition. I can't imagine what I would've done if something happened to her. Going just a few days with her in the hospital made me realize how much she does in our lives...things like this really make me realize what's important in life.