As the champion of illness this pregnancy, it comes as no surprise that I once again fell victim to that menacing curse of vomiting and diarrhea. And being that I was so gigantic and swollen and already miserable, it also comes as no surprise that I had to exist as a dead person because I could barely function, let alone maintain continence.
Did ya catch the past tense in the above sentence?
Technically, I am supposed to have a c-section tomorrow to deliver Vivienne. And for awhile I was nervous that it would be pushed back because I was so sick. On Monday I had to visit OB/Triage to get rehydrated and given IV zofran so I would stop throwing up. Besides being sick, everything looked great. Vivienne was just hanging out in the uterus doing her thang, and though I was having ten bazillion contractions, my cervix of steel was still solid. No biggie, man.
So I go home and rest and on Tuesday I have my regularly scheduled doctor’s appointment. I was having contractions on the way to the appointment, and they hurt a little bit, but I just attributed it to still being dehydrated, so when asked if I wanted my cervix checked I declined, as it was deemed solid just 12 hours earlier. Apparently I am retarded. I go home, and since I’m still so tired from lack of real food and liquid, I lay down to rest for awhile. Rudy leaves to hit some golf balls, and I swear that almost immediately after he left the contractions really kicked in.
Again, thinking they were related to dehydration, I start chugging some water and go to the bathroom to relieve some pressure. Not helping. I lay down and try to breathe through the pain, but that is quickly failing. The pain is awful, and it stems from my c-section scar and seems to slice straight through to my back. Still in denial, I continue to lay in bed and try not to die. That doesn’t last long, though. Soon I’m pretty much yelling, screaming, swearing and crying and I finally send Rudy a text to get his ass home NOW! He calls me, asking me what’s up and I can barely even speak, so I just cry and tell him to hurry.
Back to OB/Triage we go, and we quickly discover that I am, in fact, in labor, and almost 5cm dilated already. Shock of a freaking lifetime! I honestly could not believe it, even with all the pain. And I was the loudest damn person on the floor, too. I wasn’t holding back, didn’t know how to hold back! I think I may have even scared my doctor when he came to talk to me and asked if I wanted to try vaginal rather than do the c-section. I probably would have punched him if I wasn’t holding onto the bed for dear life and spewing expletives in every direction.
It took less than two hours from the time Rudy and I left our home for me to be prepped and put into surgery and Vivienne delivered!
This time it only took one attempt to get the spinal in (yay!) and I learned that it’s definitely my hubby’s fault I got pregnant, because my left fallopian tube has been completely destroyed by adhesions and scar tissue. Crushed. My right tube seems to be fine, though, so I do still have a chance for more kids in the future (ha ha ha…ha ha ha…).
I’m definitely done for now, though.
So, let me introduce Vivienne Selene Gomez!
Born May 17, 2011; 1737
8lbs. 0oz.; 20 inches long