Better late than never????

Sorry it's been so long since I've updated. We got Susannah's last test results back yesterday, but first I'm going to backtrack a bit. The last update before Susannah was born was from our Dr's visit on June 21st. On Thursday, June 27th we went to the high risk doctor and the baby's heart rate was normal and it had a normal looking pattern. The doctor was so excited for us, because then we wouldn't have to have a C-section if the baby's heart rate was high. He still wanted to go ahead and induce on the same day that the section was schedule for since the baby was doing well and her heart rate was high. He called the Cardiologist to let them know and they had us come in the next day on Friday. The cardiologist was very puzzled because heart block is not supposed to just go away, but what we were seeing on the ultrasound showed that her heart was beating in a normal rhythm and at a good rate. So we pondered the news over the weekend and I tried not to get my hopes up too high in case we went in on Wed. to deliver and her heart rate was low I knew they would go back to doing a C-section. On Monday, I went in for my regular OB visit and the nurse tried to find the baby's heartbeat. She listened to something and got a rate, but I couldn't tell what she heard. She told the Dr. that the baby's heart rate was in the 80's and was the same as mine. (My heart rate usually runs in the 90's) So my OB called the high risk Dr. and the high risk Dr. wanted him to take the baby's heart rate and then take my heart rate to make sure our baby was still alive. (Yes, the OB told me this.) Well, I knew she was fine because she had been wiggling the whole time we were there. First, he had to find a watch with a second hand from one of the nurses, and he took the baby's heart rate, which was 80 and my heart rate which was 120. So he let the High-risk Dr. know and he said just stick with the C-section on Wed. and be done with it. :) That was our entertaining weekend before our sweet baby girl was born!

The last post was about Susannah's birth. She did great. The C-section wasn't as bad as I expected and the recovery's gone pretty well. It kind of tickled me because all these people prep you and get you ready for the C-section, introduce themselves to you and then you get in the room for the procedure and you can't recognize a single one because they have caps and masks on. They were all really sweet, the anesthesiologist(?) was a student and she did a great job, she was the one who let me know what the doctor was doing. I had her on my right and another lady on my left, I don't know who she was, and I have no idea where Leigh was. I asked my doctor if he could take out some fat, so he showed me a little piece he took out! :) At the very end he showed me another little piece.  It was quite entertaining. I got to watch them weigh Susannah and clean her up a little, and they brought her to me for a few seconds before they took her to the NICU. They had told us it could be up to an hour before Leigh could go see her, but they came back pretty quick and let him go to her. He took pictures for me and came back and showed them to me while they were still sewing me up. They put dissolvable staples in me (which I didn't know they made) and glued me shut! (sorry if that's TMI) I was fascinated. I found out I DO NOT like morphine. It made me itch for three days and I couldn't sit up straight for several hours because it made my head feel funny. They offered to give me Benadryl, but I didn't want anything else to make my head feel fuzzy because I wanted to go see my baby, so I refused to take it. I finally got to go see Susannah at 4:00a.m. the next morning. It was quite a trek from the 8th floor down to the NICU on the 2nd floor. We tried to make it to all of her feedings. The first nurse was really nice and let me try to nurse her for as long as I needed, but most of the other ones wanted her to eat so much within a certain time, so that it didn't mess up her "schedule," so I always felt kind of rushed. It was a little frustrating, especially when they keep telling you if she doesn't eat so much, then we'll have to put her back on IV fluids. There was one nurse that didn't even let the kids touch her when they visited because she was sleeping. I wanted to remind them that Susannah was in the NICU for OBSERVATION, not treatment, and with four siblings at home she's going to be disturbed, and I don't do the whole schedule thing where they can only eat every three hours, I do more of a routine thing. And a lot of breastfed babies usually start out eating between 1-2 hours, if for nothing else just to get the milk to come in. If I hadn't of had a C-section they would have probably kicked me out, because I would have annoyed them to no end. They have "touch times" every three hours where they do their assessment, change the diaper, and take the temperature and then they feed them and then they have to sleep until the next "touch time." It makes sense and works well for preemies and sick babies I'm sure, but it was a little frustrating to feel like I needed permission to pick my baby up and feed her. We made it and I knew that it would probably annoy me, so I was prepared. It was so good to get home though and let the kids hold her and touch her as much as they wanted whether she was sleeping or not! :)

Well, since this is getting long I'm going to do a
to be continued.........

Hopefully I'll get to it tomorrow...