130 am-Go to bathroom, Zelda attacks me out of no where and arches back while she runs away
200 am-Wake up with cramps
230 am-Cramps start to become more intense with contractions, I go to the bathroom with a strong urge to get ready (put my hair up, get dressed, eat breakfast) Adam asks what I am doing in the bathroom & I calmly say “I just have some contractions”, and he turns back over.
240 am-Download contraction timer on phone, contractions are about 5 minutes apart lasting 40-50 seconds
300 am-contractions are now 3 minutes apart and 45 seconds long with increasing intensity and almost unbearable pain in my back
310 am-Walk into Adams room, rub his shoulder and say “it’s time to go” and he smiles a toothless smile and sits up and says ok lets go (proceeds to shower and eat breakfast)
330 am-Check into hospital
400 am-730 am-2 cm dilated 80% effaced, baby is sunny side up and head is pressing against my back creating unbearable back labor (This is honestly the worst pain I’ve ever had) They notice Kerrigan’s heart rate isn’t matching my contractions, it is dipping in the middle of them creating what they call “lates”(late decals). While the doctor wasn’t super concerned and kept reassuring me that I was being monitored I began to worry.
800 am-Recieve epidural, doctor breaks water, meconium in the water
830 am-Still recording lates and things are not improving, doctor comes in and starts throwing around the idea of a C-section (I am in complete heaven, the epidural was a success. At one point Adam was watching the monitor and said “that one was just the strongest yet” and I honestly felt nothing) 🙂
900-1030am-Doctors and nurses are now all watching the monitor and it has been decided that a C section is most likely needed because things are not improving and my labor could go into the late afternoon putting her at risk.
1148 am- Kerrigan Jane Prilipp 7 lbs 14 oz 21 inches long makes her grand debut
*Continue reading the rest of the blog for the big reveal of what they discovered*
So for those of you who don’t want to read this post, I made it simple for you to skim through and see what happened.
Like my timeline says I went into labor early Sunday morning. I had felt great all weekend and we were scheduled to be induced Sunday evening at 730 so we both had just accepted that she would not be coming on her own. I was afraid to go into the hospital because I didn’t want them to tell us to go home and wait for my water to break, but I was admitted right away. Come 8 am that morning they gave the okay for me to get an epidural. They were watching my blood pressure very closely as I told them I usually run a low blood pressure (100/70 or 90/60 range) when I went I was admitted I was at 140/something so I was pretty excited that I was in a more normal range. Minutes later and a quiet nurse she asked if I could switch sides (I was laying on my side) as my blood pressure was a little low, I asked what it was and she said “well it’s 84/60 so lets just see if switching positions can’t bring it up a bit, baby’s is low too”. So we played the game of flipping side to side for about an hour and a half with no progress. Long story short, at 11 am, I was prepped for a C-section and Adam was suited up. I began to cry and get a little panicky as this was NOT part of my birth plan and I view C-sections to be used for serious situations or multiple births. Our doctor was AMAZING, and reassured me that he would not let anything happen to me or baby and this was simply a safer way to do things and to limit my worry and anxiety.
While lying on the table I momentarily passed out and came to a few minutes later. I’m not sure if I dozed off, but my adrenaline had been at an all time high and I simply just shut down. I woke up to complete numbness in my body and I couldn’t find Adam. I began trying to talk and ask why I couldn’t feel my legs when Adam showed up. He saw I was distressed and said it would be okay, but I just kept telling him “I’m too out of it, I’m too out of it”. Not 3 minutes later I heard “lots of pressure” and Adam saying in a breathless voice as he squeezed my hand “I see her head” and all I did is wait for a cry. It eventually came but stopped as soon as she was under the Panda Light heater deal and I could hear suctioning as she had swallowed a good amount of her poo and it needed to be sucked out. Adam was there the whole time with her and I kept my head turned to the left watching, even though all I could see was the top of head. Soon she was in Adam’s arms and he was bringing her too me. With the help of a nurse they placed her on my chest/neck since I was laying down for skin to skin. I began crying but at the same time I was dozing in and out of it as my adrenaline was slowly down and our skin to skin contact began to calm me. They took her a few minutes later because honestly, it’s not the most convenient position to be in while laying down. I was stapled up with 16 staples and 30 minutes later being taken into recovery. I don’t remember the next hour or so but I know I dominated at breast feeding and I just held her. Adam’s parents were there and they came in a short time later. I just kept staring at them saying “I’m so out of it”. We told Adam’s mom her name (middle name after her) and they stayed for just a little bit and then left.
My parents arrived and everything was hunky-dory for the rest of the day. I was up and walking a few hours after the C-section and soon it was night time. Let’s just skip our first night as parents because neither of us slept and I was so excited everytime they wheeled Kerrigan into my room to feed because holding her was the best feeling ever. The way she looked at me and was able to latch on right away just blew me away.
The next morning however, we were given bad news after bad news. Keep in mind, Kerrigan is perfect.
Adam and I ate breakfast, I got my catheter out, examined my staples and took a shower. I even put on make up. My parents arrived later and soon our doctor and nurses walked in. Since the C-section I had been on a continuous dose of Percocet and Ibuprofen so again, I was really out of it. The doctors walked in and seeing my
parents sitting there, looked at them, then Adam and I, and said we think we know what was going on during labor and why Kerrigan wasn’t responding the way we would have liked her to. There was evidence that my placenta had had an abruption. Since Kerrigan was out and healthy, they assured me that she was fine. (By this time I had tunnel vision and my heart was pounding out of my chest). I asked them what this meant for me and they said that since she is O+ and I’m O- (with the -RH factor) our blood was mixed & I would need seven Rhogam shots. SEVEN PEOPLE. These shots are in your phanny and they hurt. All the nurses apologized profusely and said this was the most shots they have ever given to a new mother. An hour later I was bent over the bed with Adam holding my hands & we were talking about The Cheesecake Factory and food to take my mind off the shots. Thank goodness I was still on pain meds because honestly compared to back labor this was like getting a massage. After that was all said and done the visitors kept coming. My family, Adam’s family, his grandparents, his supervisor from work, some of my friends, and his aunt and uncle. Everything was a whirlwind and I was already going stir crazy.
If you all didn’t remember, I was planning on encapsulating my placenta, so rewind back to when the doctors said there was an abruption, they needed the placenta to make sure. Where was the placenta? In Des Moines getting ready to be encapsulated. They needed Adam to go downtown and retrieve it. No lie, after taking the placenta to Pleasant Postpartums after Kerr’s birth, he now needed to go back and get it. So that night at 8 pm, he retrieved the placenta. Not only did he walk in carrying my placenta, he also had Casey’s pizza…talk about normal.
The next day, Tuesday, my sister came up to visit for the day since I wasn’t getting discharged until that next day. I was up and showering feeling really good. I kept crossing my fingers that I could get discharged early. Well, I got my wish, and a little more. Around 2 pm we were told that the Labor & Delivery floor was full (it went from two babies on Sunday to eleven!) & since I was doing so well I was the first candidate to leave. Oh, and if I left I would get a $50 gift card to Target just as a thank you for being so understanding, so hell yes I wanted to leave. A few hours later just before getting released the Director of Nursing came in with my day nurse and did not have good news. They both looked like they would rather be anywhere but in my room right now. They informed me that the pathology lab that was running tests put Formalin ( a toxic preservative ), which meant that it was not safe for me to have encapsulated and ingested. They apologized over and over again but all that was in my head was,
“This was my safety net, this was going to slow down my hormones dropping, help with my milk, and my mood. But it was no more. I was going to get depressed and anxious, my plan, like my birth plan was ruined.”
I told the nurses who kept apologizing that it wasn’t their fault and held it together until they left. Then I cried. Kerrigan was on my chest and she got a salty bath from the tears falling onto her head. I couldn’t stop crying even with Adam comforting me. I actually told him to go away and leave me alone. This was my plan from almost the beginning of my pregnancy and there was no way to go back in time and fix this.
We called Laura, the lady who was working with us, and told her the news. She too was disappointed and knew how upset I was. She did have an alternative which is what she calls a “tincture”. It contains some herbs that are meant for calming hormones and helping out mom when she feels like she’s essentially going to lose it. You put two drops under your tongue and go on with you day. I’ve done it a few times and I can’t for sure tell you if it works like it should yet, but regardless, even if it has a placebo effect on me, I need something to cling to, something that convinces my mind that something is helping me through all of this.
After all of that, we were home. It was a little awkward and surreal. We were trying to figure out how to organize things and what would work best for us. That first night she did actually very well, but Adam and I were still on so much adrenaline we didn’t really sleep. The next few nights she continued to be a good sleeper, but with my anxiety I would always wake up and check to see that she was breathing, even though we have an Angel Care monitor that sounds an alarm if she does stop breathing. She sleeps in a bassinet next to my side of the bed so feedings and snuggles are very easy to do at 4 am.
This was one of the hardest posts to write because it is now two weeks later and you really do forget a lot!
Stay tuned for an update on how we are all doing soon!
Thanks for all your well wishes and prayers!
*B & Kerrigan