Alex's Birth Story
Submitted by brittybooandalex2
It was a few weeks before my mother's birthday in August 2008. She would be turning 35, and I had turned 18 in March. I got a call early in the morning from my doctor saying that my exam had came back odd, and she wanted me to come in so she could take a look again.
That little look turned into a big mess. I had an infection brought on by being pregnant. It shocked me so much I sat in the car and just stared at the steering wheel for almost an hour. How could this have happened? I had been so careful. So had my boyfriend of two months. I had asked the doctor the same question, and she replied, "Well, we did change your birth control to a generic form a couple months ago." Later on, we found out that the active ingredients in that generic birth control were different than the name brand, so if I hadn't waited 30 days, then Bam! Chili! Or rather, baby.
I called my much-too-new boyfriend on the phone in tears as I pulled into work. I was bawling and he had no idea what to say because I couldn't even make myself coherent enough for him to understand. I did, however, get it across that he needed to see me that night. Since he was unemployed at the time, it wasn't really a big deal for him to come see me.
Fast-forward: My mom spent her 35th birthday getting drunk and looking ashamed at me. I couldn't blame her. She had gotten pregnant at 17, she knew what it was all about. So did I though. She had waited to have my brothers 10 and 14 years apart from me, so I have had a heavy hand in raising them. Practice makes perfect.
So when I went to the OBGYN at three months, they noticed something odd about the way my uterus was shaped. Not only was it tilted back, but it was also tilted to the side, and my uterus was beginning to put pressure on a main artery that carries blood to most of my body. They told me that they were going to have to keep an eye on it.
One month later, I was taking an order at work when I turned around to say something to my boss, and the next thing I knew, I woke up in the emergency room hooked up to an IV, with a nurse shining a light in my eye.
What had happened was my little guy had decided to move and that had cut off the blood flow, making my blood pressure and heart rate drop. I was ordered on immediate bed rest. The fun didn't stop there though. My boyfriend had taken a job with a great company but it required him to travel around a lot. Not bad at all. Except he missed out on every appointment, and my impending preeclampsia.
So my doctor decided to induce me because my blood pressure was getting too high and I was measuring way to big. I was dilated to a 4 so labor should have been easy and go quick for me. Twenty-eight hours into labor, I finally had enough and asked for an epidural. I wanted to have the baby as naturally as possible, but with the Pitocin kicking my butt and the irregular but brutal contractions, I didn't have much of a choice. If I didn't get some rest, I would never make it to push.
Four hours after my epidural, I finally pushed my son into the world, with my now husband giving me the play-by-play of how much our son looks like Alien (think "... vs. Predator"). He was so gross, but so worth it, and I was finally able to hold the cause of all my problems and all my happiness in March 2009. I'm 21 now, and he just turned 2. His daddy and I got married in September 2010. And the journey isn't over yet.
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That little look turned into a big mess. I had an infection brought on by being pregnant. It shocked me so much I sat in the car and just stared at the steering wheel for almost an hour. How could this have happened? I had been so careful. So had my boyfriend of two months. I had asked the doctor the same question, and she replied, "Well, we did change your birth control to a generic form a couple months ago." Later on, we found out that the active ingredients in that generic birth control were different than the name brand, so if I hadn't waited 30 days, then Bam! Chili! Or rather, baby.
I called my much-too-new boyfriend on the phone in tears as I pulled into work. I was bawling and he had no idea what to say because I couldn't even make myself coherent enough for him to understand. I did, however, get it across that he needed to see me that night. Since he was unemployed at the time, it wasn't really a big deal for him to come see me.
Fast-forward: My mom spent her 35th birthday getting drunk and looking ashamed at me. I couldn't blame her. She had gotten pregnant at 17, she knew what it was all about. So did I though. She had waited to have my brothers 10 and 14 years apart from me, so I have had a heavy hand in raising them. Practice makes perfect.
So when I went to the OBGYN at three months, they noticed something odd about the way my uterus was shaped. Not only was it tilted back, but it was also tilted to the side, and my uterus was beginning to put pressure on a main artery that carries blood to most of my body. They told me that they were going to have to keep an eye on it.
One month later, I was taking an order at work when I turned around to say something to my boss, and the next thing I knew, I woke up in the emergency room hooked up to an IV, with a nurse shining a light in my eye.
What had happened was my little guy had decided to move and that had cut off the blood flow, making my blood pressure and heart rate drop. I was ordered on immediate bed rest. The fun didn't stop there though. My boyfriend had taken a job with a great company but it required him to travel around a lot. Not bad at all. Except he missed out on every appointment, and my impending preeclampsia.
So my doctor decided to induce me because my blood pressure was getting too high and I was measuring way to big. I was dilated to a 4 so labor should have been easy and go quick for me. Twenty-eight hours into labor, I finally had enough and asked for an epidural. I wanted to have the baby as naturally as possible, but with the Pitocin kicking my butt and the irregular but brutal contractions, I didn't have much of a choice. If I didn't get some rest, I would never make it to push.
Four hours after my epidural, I finally pushed my son into the world, with my now husband giving me the play-by-play of how much our son looks like Alien (think "... vs. Predator"). He was so gross, but so worth it, and I was finally able to hold the cause of all my problems and all my happiness in March 2009. I'm 21 now, and he just turned 2. His daddy and I got married in September 2010. And the journey isn't over yet.
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