Saturday, February 5, 2011

And then there were three...

The birth of my Lil Pixie was not an easy one - though I have heard of far worse.  After 24+ hours of labour she was showing signs of stress and my body just didn't want to dilate.  I was destined to have an emergency c-section.

If you have never experienced or heard of one it is a strange experience, but I guess the whole birthing thing is rather strange, too.  My epidural finally took, and the Moron apparently signed some papers for me, and I was being wheeled down to the OR.

This is what I recall...

There was a sheet draped across my belly, vertically, so I couldn't see what was going on. In fact I couldn't see anyone as they were all down "there" doing what needed to be done.  The Moron wanted to leave me and go be there too, but I pleaded with him to stay (he was up by my head) as he was the only person I could see and talk to, and I was scared.

I could feel someone cut into me, in a kind of "T" motion, and then someone rummaging inside me.  Then a male exclaimed "I can't find the baby".  Which made me kinda worried cuz during an exam earlier a doctor (perhaps the same one?) had proclaimed that he couldn't find my cervix.  At this point I was really starting to wonder about the medical staff...

A little bit later I heard a baby cry and a female cried, "it's a girl!".  Someone came and plumped a little wrinkled, moving raisin on my right shoulder, and then it and the Moron left.  Leaving me alone with this draped sheet, and whoever else was behind it - I could not tell.

Through all of this no one spoke directly to me.  Then a male yelled "I can't stop the bleeding, " and the next thing I remember I was all alone, no sheet, in the middle of this very cold room, shivering to death.  I don't recall ever being so cold, nor trembling this violently.  I could not control it.  In what felt like hours, a nurse finally came and place warm towels or something on me - though the shaking did not subside.

I think I went to sleep at one point, rather, drifted unconscious, and when I came to I was being given some sort of pill.  With this medication came laboured breathing and some pretty vivid hallucinations.  I vaguely remember meeting a baby - but demanding the Moron to bring me the right one as mine had blue eyes and blond hair.  This black haired, black-eyed Eskimo looking baby was not mine and she had been switched!

More pills were given to me, which sent my heart racing and further trouble breathing.  I felt like I was suffocating and was convinced I was dying.  The nurses laughed at me.  My heart started to slow down - really s-l-o-w.  They said I was a drama Queen and that everything was fine.  I felt my life force draining away.

I felt like I was treading water as fast as I could but could barely keep my head above water.  I didn't think I was going to make it.  I had just given birth to this beautiful Lil Pixie - and I wouldn't be able to watch her grow.

Frantically I grabbed the Moron and tried to tell him everything I wanted him to know about her growing up, how to care for her, how to love her, how to protect her, her first words, her first steps, her first period, her first date, her wedding...

I was then given more pills, and the sensation of dying came stronger.

One young nurse, just coming on to shift, came in to see me. I was crying and implored her to take care of my baby.  She left.  Turns out she went to her medical books.  Turns out I was having an allergic reaction to the meds they had given me.  She quickly came in with some Doctors and pumped me full of something to reverse the affects.

An emergency cesarean, 2 blood transfusions, 12 hour allergic reaction to the medication (and in their wisdom, a second dose of it) and 2 days after the Lil Pixie was born, I was able to finally "be" with her.  She was the most beautiful little shriveled raisin I had ever seen.  And I swore I would protect her with my life.  I was going to give her father, the Moron, one year to be a good father.  I felt I owed her that much, a chance to have a family, everybody wants that.  The Moron had love in him,  afterall, I had loved him for a reason.

And then there were three...

18 comments:

Salma said...

Sounds like a horrifying experience. Why the hell is birth, that's such a natural process so dangerous in hospitals? I think people just take it all for granted.

Thanks for sharing this. This brings back great memories for me (almost same situation, minus the moron). But, I am glad you gave him a chance...then he had no excuse and your daughter will know you tried..

Suzie Q said...

I am not sure, I have only had one, and this was my experience. Unfortunately I was the only birth going on, so the nurses were all around and quite nasty.... and everyone had their own oppinion! Thank goodness for that young one!!!

Gran said...

This sounds so scary, and thank goodness for that nurse! And Moron is a good name for Lil Pixie! Although good for you, you gave him some time to grow up.

Suzie Q said...

Yes, thank goodness for that nurse!!! I am going to have to go and re-read my post now because I think you are confused, and hopefully I haven't written it all skewed. The Moron is my ex-husband (Moron being the work I have chosen for him as he is an abusive man) and the Lil Pixie is my daughter... off to read it, now worried I was all confusing-like!!

Christine said...

wow, that is quite a story! I cannot believe that it took so long to recognize an allergic reaction! I had a reaction to sulfa once, oh, it was the most painful experience.....

Dee said...

Oh, Suzie, can I just give you a hug??!! Thank God for that young nurse!!! Shame on the rest of the hospital staff.

Kelly said...

Holy cow, Suzy! I guess nurses may have the knowledge, but not the wisdom!

Alessandra @ Tribal Times said...

Oh my gosh! I'm so sorry you had that experience. Mine was no walk in the park but geesh. I'm glad you're ok!

Nain @ Viewfromdownhere said...

Wow...thank God that nurse figured out what was going on. That is horrible! I'm curious whether you gave the Moron a full year to prove himself. I know he obviously didn't, but that is around the same amount of time my sister was with her moron post baby before she left.

Suzie Q said...

I kept my promise to myself and her, I left on her first birthday.

Suzie Q said...

Thanks, Alessandra. The physical pain was nothing, rather, I could take that, it was the pain that came from the thought that on the day that I met my Lil Pixie, it would also be my last. That took me a longer time to recover from...

Suzie Q said...

Complacency, that's what I chalk it up to...

Suzie Q said...

Hugs welcomed :) Yes, thank god for her. And no apologies or anything from the rest of the staff...

Suzie Q said...

Me neither!! Here I thought I was dying, they thought I was being a drama queen - thank god it was only an allergic reaction!

K.T. said...

Just finding you through another blog...headed to read all the story! Definitely a follower here.

I was married to a moron too...but I think mine was way moroner (if that's a word) cause I divorced him and we are better off. Yours sounds pretty decent for a moron and all...lol :-)

Kelly said...

Maybe you should read parts of her earlier story...she is glad to be rid of him!!! Glad you left yours :)

Cinnamon Adamskie said...

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Suzie Q said...

Thanks so much for the award :)

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