The end is the beginning
My cervix failed the baby on July 20th, and I had labor at 20 weeks.
I never knew what labor felt like. I really just felt like that Pei Wei that I ate for lunch gave me indigestion. I went home from work on a Tuesday with what I thought was indigestion, and I was in labor the whole time with no idea!! I went to bed that night and couldn't sleep hardly at all, and I went to work in the morning feeling worse than I did the day before. My wonderful boss asked me if I had called the doctor that morning, and I told her that I decided if I didn't feel better by lunch time that I would call. I didn't make it to 10 AM before I ended up calling, it was way worse than it was in just a short time. I call the OB, they asked me to come to their office. The OB confirmed my worst nightmare, I was in labor. I sat there in a chair and just sobbed. I was 20 weeks, and in labor, too early to do anything to help save my baby. I had never met this particular doctor before, as I had been rotated around the practices. She hugs me harder than any stranger has ever hugged me. I knew right then that I was going to lose my baby. She called my high risk OB, Dr. Rao. He asks her to have me come to his office now. At that point I had already driven all around our Tampa Bay area just going to work that morning and going to the OB. I now had to go back to Tampa where my high risk OB is to get checked out. I had to meet Jim at the house, because they didn't want me driving. All this riding around, for him to only confirm the same thing. I am in labor, it is too early to do anything for the baby, and too far in labor to stop it. He asks me where I am supposed to deliver, and goes to send me on my way. The hospital I was to deliver at was so far, he was concerned to even send me that far. He sent me to the closest Women's hospital nearby. Thank goodness! The nurses and doctors at the hospital I delivered at were amazing. Jim was amazing. My family was amazing. Hell, I even feel like I did amazingly. I just wish I could have held that baby in me longer so he could have survived, and that is one of the saddest feelings in the world.
To be continued.
I never knew what labor felt like. I really just felt like that Pei Wei that I ate for lunch gave me indigestion. I went home from work on a Tuesday with what I thought was indigestion, and I was in labor the whole time with no idea!! I went to bed that night and couldn't sleep hardly at all, and I went to work in the morning feeling worse than I did the day before. My wonderful boss asked me if I had called the doctor that morning, and I told her that I decided if I didn't feel better by lunch time that I would call. I didn't make it to 10 AM before I ended up calling, it was way worse than it was in just a short time. I call the OB, they asked me to come to their office. The OB confirmed my worst nightmare, I was in labor. I sat there in a chair and just sobbed. I was 20 weeks, and in labor, too early to do anything to help save my baby. I had never met this particular doctor before, as I had been rotated around the practices. She hugs me harder than any stranger has ever hugged me. I knew right then that I was going to lose my baby. She called my high risk OB, Dr. Rao. He asks her to have me come to his office now. At that point I had already driven all around our Tampa Bay area just going to work that morning and going to the OB. I now had to go back to Tampa where my high risk OB is to get checked out. I had to meet Jim at the house, because they didn't want me driving. All this riding around, for him to only confirm the same thing. I am in labor, it is too early to do anything for the baby, and too far in labor to stop it. He asks me where I am supposed to deliver, and goes to send me on my way. The hospital I was to deliver at was so far, he was concerned to even send me that far. He sent me to the closest Women's hospital nearby. Thank goodness! The nurses and doctors at the hospital I delivered at were amazing. Jim was amazing. My family was amazing. Hell, I even feel like I did amazingly. I just wish I could have held that baby in me longer so he could have survived, and that is one of the saddest feelings in the world.
To be continued.
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