Justin James' Birth Story
Submitted by shay_shay1990
I was due on Easter Sunday, but my story my actually started on February 11. It was the night before my ultrasound. I had a dream that I went to the doc and that my son was in distress. In my dream, I had to have an emergency c section, and he had to be in the NICU because he was a preemie.
On February 12, I went in for an ultrasound because my son was in the 98th percentile for his growth, so they did an ultrasound every month to make sure he was growing right. During the ultrasound they did their thing then she told me to get dressed; she had to go show something. Like ten minutes later she came back in and told me that I had to go upstairs to my doc and get checked out because something didn't look right. My head started spinning. I asked if there was something wrong with the baby, but she said the baby was fine but there was something wrong with me and that I had to go see my doc for more information.
I got up to the doc office and sat there and sat there for 1 1/2 hours. I told my mom about my dream and she was nervous but trying to hold it together for me. We went back into the room and the doc said that my ultrasound showed something wrong with my cervix. So she checked me and found me to be 4 cm dialated at 31 weeks. She told me I was in preterm labor and asked me if I had been having contractions. I told her that I wasn't, but the last few days my belly would get firm and get soft and that I just blamed them on Braxton Hicks.
Well apparently they were real contractions, but they didn't hurt at all. So she called Harrisburg hospital—because my dinky town didn't have a NICU—and they took me in an ambulance up there. They did get my contractions stopped. I spent 36 days up there on complete bed rest. I was only allowed to get up for a shower to use the bathroom and lunch on Fridays. (They have this really nice thing on Fridays where they bring in lunch from somewhere else and all of us ladies on bed rest for our pregnancies get to meet in the lunch room and have a good time together.)
After my 35th day, I got to go home. Well, like I said, my baby was so gosh darn big I was miserable. The last day I was there was March 17. I was allowed to get up and walk they took me off the meds and I tried to get him to come out. I walked that whole day, but he wouldn't come. So I came back home. But I was so big with him, I tried everything to get him out. I walked and drove down bumpy roads drank them teas. I even went line dancing 2 days in a row and danced till I couldn't dance any more! lol He still wouldn't come.
Well, the night of the 23rd, I was really tired that whole day. I went to bed at 11 pm 'cause I didn't feel good. I was so tired and I had had diarrhea all day (sorry for TMI). Well, I got up at 1:00 and went to the bathroom. Then again at 2:30, on my way back to the bathroom, I started peeing down my leg (well, what I thought was pee!) and I got mad because I had just peed. I cleaned it up and started back to my room and it kept coming! So I checked it and it was clear with a blood tinge to it. I went to my mom's room and told her (haha) and she asked me, "Are you sure? Maybe you better check again." I was like, "Mom its running down my leg! I'm sure!" So I went and woke up my bro. Then I got some clothes on. It was so funny 'cause my mom was putting her hair up and I was trying not to look like a slob and my bro was standing at the door with his shoes on yelling, "Come on! Let's go!" You would have thought he was the one in labor!
Well we got to the hospital and my bro went in and got a wheel chair. (The freaking guards came out after him because they thought he was stealing a chair!) I got up to the 5th floor and they checked me. I was 7 cm at 3 am. One and a half hours of contractions and 15 minutes of pushing later, and my son was born at 4:45 am. He was 8lbs and 5.2 oz at 3 WEEKS early! He would have been a 10 pounder for sure if he was on his due date.
This is the worst part: I didn't have a name for him. I was there for 36 hours and I couldn't think of a name till 1 hour before we left. Mom told me, "Oh when you see him you'll know his name." Well that was not the case for me. I actually cried because I thought, "If I cant name him, how am I going to take care of him?" lol Everyone was calling him different names, but I finally decided on Justin James.
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I got up to the doc office and sat there and sat there for 1 1/2 hours. I told my mom about my dream and she was nervous but trying to hold it together for me. We went back into the room and the doc said that my ultrasound showed something wrong with my cervix. So she checked me and found me to be 4 cm dialated at 31 weeks. She told me I was in preterm labor and asked me if I had been having contractions. I told her that I wasn't, but the last few days my belly would get firm and get soft and that I just blamed them on Braxton Hicks.
Well apparently they were real contractions, but they didn't hurt at all. So she called Harrisburg hospital—because my dinky town didn't have a NICU—and they took me in an ambulance up there. They did get my contractions stopped. I spent 36 days up there on complete bed rest. I was only allowed to get up for a shower to use the bathroom and lunch on Fridays. (They have this really nice thing on Fridays where they bring in lunch from somewhere else and all of us ladies on bed rest for our pregnancies get to meet in the lunch room and have a good time together.)
After my 35th day, I got to go home. Well, like I said, my baby was so gosh darn big I was miserable. The last day I was there was March 17. I was allowed to get up and walk they took me off the meds and I tried to get him to come out. I walked that whole day, but he wouldn't come. So I came back home. But I was so big with him, I tried everything to get him out. I walked and drove down bumpy roads drank them teas. I even went line dancing 2 days in a row and danced till I couldn't dance any more! lol He still wouldn't come.
Well, the night of the 23rd, I was really tired that whole day. I went to bed at 11 pm 'cause I didn't feel good. I was so tired and I had had diarrhea all day (sorry for TMI). Well, I got up at 1:00 and went to the bathroom. Then again at 2:30, on my way back to the bathroom, I started peeing down my leg (well, what I thought was pee!) and I got mad because I had just peed. I cleaned it up and started back to my room and it kept coming! So I checked it and it was clear with a blood tinge to it. I went to my mom's room and told her (haha) and she asked me, "Are you sure? Maybe you better check again." I was like, "Mom its running down my leg! I'm sure!" So I went and woke up my bro. Then I got some clothes on. It was so funny 'cause my mom was putting her hair up and I was trying not to look like a slob and my bro was standing at the door with his shoes on yelling, "Come on! Let's go!" You would have thought he was the one in labor!
Well we got to the hospital and my bro went in and got a wheel chair. (The freaking guards came out after him because they thought he was stealing a chair!) I got up to the 5th floor and they checked me. I was 7 cm at 3 am. One and a half hours of contractions and 15 minutes of pushing later, and my son was born at 4:45 am. He was 8lbs and 5.2 oz at 3 WEEKS early! He would have been a 10 pounder for sure if he was on his due date.
This is the worst part: I didn't have a name for him. I was there for 36 hours and I couldn't think of a name till 1 hour before we left. Mom told me, "Oh when you see him you'll know his name." Well that was not the case for me. I actually cried because I thought, "If I cant name him, how am I going to take care of him?" lol Everyone was calling him different names, but I finally decided on Justin James.
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