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Michael Caiden - 4lbs 14 ounces - June 30th at 10:43pm
This is a long story, so if you're bored and feel like reading be my guest
Long story short - Everyone thought I had a baby with a heart problem, turns out they messed up BIG time and he's perfectly healthy. So I got a C-Section for no reason, He was in the NICU...for no reason, ect ect ect.
They messed up on the ultra-sound, one of his heart tubes looked similar to another and they switched them...when in turn he had nothing wrong.
Long story...I sware I could write a book after what has happened. ((This is even way shortened))
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July 30th
I went in for my weekly ultrasound for getting him measured and his heart checked. After they looked at the heart she called me back in to measure him (which she forgot to do) ... she goes "hmm that's what I thought". He was underweight, according to his weight progress... she said that could be because of his heart condition. She said she didn't like that and wanted to induce me tonight. She said she wanted me on the heart monitor to double check. I went on the heart monitor for over an hour, and his heart rate was dropping. She said we're admitting you to the hospital.
I get to the hospital and they tell me they can't get ahold of my doctor, so her partner helps me. They basically decide to give me a c-section. They said we don't want to risk anything with his 'heart condition'... because he's a little stressed.
After he got taken out of me, they didn't even bring him over to me so I could see him. I got to see about 1/8th of him by peeking in between people. They said he was going blue and had to rush him upstairs to the NICU. I was so upset why they couldn't wash him up over by me.
Luckily he was fine... didn't need oxygen to get him back up, or heated. He was fine...
I was devastated and started getting angry, I didn't like the feeling of him out of me and was for some reason mad at him. I had no feelings of wanting to see him anymore. They took him away so fast it was amazing. I said I didn't have any feelings of wanting to see him anymore, they told me it's because they took him away so fast and didn't let you see him.
You don't realize that you can actually feel your baby the entire time your pregnant until they take it out. As soon as they took him out I started crying, he wasn't even crying yet. It felt wrong... I thought they took one of my organs out and forgot to put it back in. It's the weirdest feeling ever.
I got to see him the NEXT day in the late afternoon. I begged each time the nurse came in to let me into that wheel-chair.
She told me "Can you move your legs?"
"YES!"
"Well you're still numb...we're gonna wait a bit"
Hm...last time I checked I was moving my legs!!! So I said "The OB told me as soon as I can get myself into a wheel chair I can go up to see him!"
"You're still numb."
There was a shift change after 10 long hours with that other nurse, a new nurse came in.
She says "Hi! Have you seen your son yet?"
:main_angry:
"No... I asked the last nurse if I could and she told me I was still numb...and I'm obviously not. Can I please try to get into the wheel chair so I can go up and see him!"
She told me I had to try to get something into my stomach first and we'd try a little bit later.
Luckily she kept her promise and I was able to get in...after I did I realized why I had to wait so long. Who knew it would be so much work and take everything out of you.
He was on the eighth floor... once I got up there, washed my hands...and was wheeled over to him I started bawling. So, I guess there was a connection
After that I always made it up to the NICU for his 3/hr feedings some how. I don't even know how I did it when I think back. I was throwing up and in so much pain, but I always made it up there. Sadly, I never got to stay up for very long because I was so dizzy, or felt so sick. Or I couldn't hold him because I was in too much pain. So I'd sit beside him...but I usually had to go back downstairs to my room. It was always the worst thing walking back down, way worse then my pain.
We stayed there for a long...long LONG week. First his heart condition, next his glucose was wrong, once we got that fixed his Beribbon was next. Finally everything was good and we got to bring him home.
I had a check-up with the heart specialist one week after he was home. That's when I found out... I had a normal baby boy. And he told me they had a "Cer-fuffle" Meaning they... EFFED up!
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He's a great baby and couldn't ask for a better one. He never cries and has the cutest grunts. It's still very surreal to me, and I'm not sure when I'm going to get 'used to it'. I still always have him near me or in my arms, because I have the feeling of he's going to be taken away from me again. I still wish I could do it over and he could've been with me the entire time. But I can't change that.
That's probably the worst pain I've been in...and the recovery time is amazingly long. When you think you're getting better the pain comes back even worse.
This is a long story, so if you're bored and feel like reading be my guest
Long story short - Everyone thought I had a baby with a heart problem, turns out they messed up BIG time and he's perfectly healthy. So I got a C-Section for no reason, He was in the NICU...for no reason, ect ect ect.
They messed up on the ultra-sound, one of his heart tubes looked similar to another and they switched them...when in turn he had nothing wrong.
Long story...I sware I could write a book after what has happened. ((This is even way shortened))
-----------------
July 30th
I went in for my weekly ultrasound for getting him measured and his heart checked. After they looked at the heart she called me back in to measure him (which she forgot to do) ... she goes "hmm that's what I thought". He was underweight, according to his weight progress... she said that could be because of his heart condition. She said she didn't like that and wanted to induce me tonight. She said she wanted me on the heart monitor to double check. I went on the heart monitor for over an hour, and his heart rate was dropping. She said we're admitting you to the hospital.
I get to the hospital and they tell me they can't get ahold of my doctor, so her partner helps me. They basically decide to give me a c-section. They said we don't want to risk anything with his 'heart condition'... because he's a little stressed.
After he got taken out of me, they didn't even bring him over to me so I could see him. I got to see about 1/8th of him by peeking in between people. They said he was going blue and had to rush him upstairs to the NICU. I was so upset why they couldn't wash him up over by me.
Luckily he was fine... didn't need oxygen to get him back up, or heated. He was fine...
I was devastated and started getting angry, I didn't like the feeling of him out of me and was for some reason mad at him. I had no feelings of wanting to see him anymore. They took him away so fast it was amazing. I said I didn't have any feelings of wanting to see him anymore, they told me it's because they took him away so fast and didn't let you see him.
You don't realize that you can actually feel your baby the entire time your pregnant until they take it out. As soon as they took him out I started crying, he wasn't even crying yet. It felt wrong... I thought they took one of my organs out and forgot to put it back in. It's the weirdest feeling ever.
I got to see him the NEXT day in the late afternoon. I begged each time the nurse came in to let me into that wheel-chair.
She told me "Can you move your legs?"
"YES!"
"Well you're still numb...we're gonna wait a bit"
Hm...last time I checked I was moving my legs!!! So I said "The OB told me as soon as I can get myself into a wheel chair I can go up to see him!"
"You're still numb."
There was a shift change after 10 long hours with that other nurse, a new nurse came in.
She says "Hi! Have you seen your son yet?"
:main_angry:
"No... I asked the last nurse if I could and she told me I was still numb...and I'm obviously not. Can I please try to get into the wheel chair so I can go up and see him!"
She told me I had to try to get something into my stomach first and we'd try a little bit later.
Luckily she kept her promise and I was able to get in...after I did I realized why I had to wait so long. Who knew it would be so much work and take everything out of you.
He was on the eighth floor... once I got up there, washed my hands...and was wheeled over to him I started bawling. So, I guess there was a connection
After that I always made it up to the NICU for his 3/hr feedings some how. I don't even know how I did it when I think back. I was throwing up and in so much pain, but I always made it up there. Sadly, I never got to stay up for very long because I was so dizzy, or felt so sick. Or I couldn't hold him because I was in too much pain. So I'd sit beside him...but I usually had to go back downstairs to my room. It was always the worst thing walking back down, way worse then my pain.
We stayed there for a long...long LONG week. First his heart condition, next his glucose was wrong, once we got that fixed his Beribbon was next. Finally everything was good and we got to bring him home.
I had a check-up with the heart specialist one week after he was home. That's when I found out... I had a normal baby boy. And he told me they had a "Cer-fuffle" Meaning they... EFFED up!
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He's a great baby and couldn't ask for a better one. He never cries and has the cutest grunts. It's still very surreal to me, and I'm not sure when I'm going to get 'used to it'. I still always have him near me or in my arms, because I have the feeling of he's going to be taken away from me again. I still wish I could do it over and he could've been with me the entire time. But I can't change that.
That's probably the worst pain I've been in...and the recovery time is amazingly long. When you think you're getting better the pain comes back even worse.
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