It all started on March 2nd, 2005. Parker was due to visit Feb. 28th so I guess you can say the turkey was done. Actually, he was a little underdone. They told me I was having a 7 lb. baby when he was only 5.12 lbs. I had a doctors appointment at noon that day to check to see if my cervix was opening at all. At that point my water hadn't even broke yet. I did feel contractions but I was worried that they might be Braxton Hicks. So about 9 am I felt the contractions coming a little harder so I decided to call the doctor and he told me to goto the hospital. On our way to the hospital we had to stop for gas, really? Who would of thought knowing your due anytime to keep a full tank of gas just in case. While Daves pumping gas , I'm screaming from pain, I knew this baby was coming. So I tried to do the whole find your focal point lamaze crap. That wasn't for me....so I decided to do what I knew best....dog names. So here I am screaming over and over types of dogs names and I'm sure to guy pumping gas next to us is wondering what the hell is going on. So off to the hospital ,which is about 20 miles away praying I don't have this kid on the highway in a snow storm. Poor Dave, I'm screaming at him to hurry and telling him to speed and I'll pay the speeding ticket if we get pulled over. So we finally get to the hospital and they wheel me in through the front lobby where everyone stares at the pregnant woman about to give birth. We get back to the room and they hook me up to the monitors and we see the baby is stressing. At this point my water hasn't broke or my cervix still has not opened. He is stressing to the point he has a bowel movement inside me which results in a meconium baby. So with him stressing and his heartbeats not going up or down with medication given they decide its time for a C-Section. I also had preclampsia. So they roll me into the operating room, hook me up give me not 1 but 2(spinal block) epidurals for the first one didn't kick in. Now personally I think the epidurals hurt more than labor pains. So here we go lets have a baby! Funny story while they are operating on me i'm still saying over and over again beagles, dalmatians, rottweilers, etc. and I hear the doctor ask Dave what is she talking about....lol I scream this is my focal point! Another funny story about the operation is the doctors named their tools girls names so they know all tools that go in must come back out. I hear Kelly and I said"yes" he laughed. So after 2 hours of labor I don't hear a cry. I wonder while doped up why I didn't hear my boy cry. There is a reason for that. They didn't want him to cry for he swallowed some of the meconium in his lungs which could be fatal. So they rushed him off to another room to put him under an oxygen tank to help him breathe. So they kicked Dave out of the operation room while they stapled me up, so he went to check on Parker. He was so little and fragile that he couldn't hold him yet. It wouldn't be till 4 days later that we are still in the hospital that daddy can hold him now. I was alittle upset and depressed that since I was still hooked up to my monitors (due to blood pressure problems) I couldn't see my son till 4 days later. They wouldn't even bring him to see me for he was still fragile and on oxygen. So when I finally got to meet my son for the 1st time I was happy to be with him but feeling sad for another family in the room with their child. I knew it wasn't good when they were talking about moving their kid to Childrens downtown and that there was a priest in the room. So I felt sad that here I am enjoying my newborn son and they were holding on for dear life for theirs. Day 4 was better he got to come and stay with me in my room. I layed in bed with him feeling this was the best thing that has ever happened to me. I didn't want him to leave my bed!
Well throughout my stay at Mercy Fairfield the nurses were nice to me knowing I was a 1st time mother showing how to do things right. I was a little perturbed that I had to move to 3 different rooms for I was there so long. Not to mention we got no help moving to each of the rooms.We moved our own luggage to each room. Day 5 got better though. I was still hooked up on my machines for blood pressure problems so I really couldn't go anywhere. At this point I was ready for a real bath not a sponge bath that these nurses give you. Day 7 was a funny day. This was Dave's birthday. He had to leave me in the hospital to go get his plates renewed so we could leave the hospital but the nurses told him that he can't leave me alone so we had to find someone that could stay with me and the baby. My family is in NY, Dave's family was out of town, and my friends were out of town too. There is a tv in the room but no remote so I had to watch what ever was on the one station that played. As Dave was leaving to get his plates renewed the fire alarms go off. I'm thinking damn Dave what did you do now. Well what it was was a real fire 2 windows over from me. So I panicked for nobody was evacuating the hospital. The nurses said it was no big deal, someone got caught smoking in their room. Ok heartache, at least I'm in the right place if that happens! So Dave makes it back to the hospital and we are cleared to check out, then the bitch(Linda Collins-Butler County child services) comes in wanting me to sign papers stating since I was still legally married to my ex husband Matt I have to put him as the father of the baby. Also she crossed out all Davids information that I put down as father of the child and she also crossed out that I stated I didn't want a SS# for my son. Now why would I not want a ss# for my son. She lied! Which in Parkers first year of his life made it hard for me to get insurance coverage for supposedly having an illegal alien. So i didn't sign her papers, I left the fathers name off the birth certificate and told her she will hear from my lawyer. She tried her hardest to get me to sign those papers to the point my blood pressure shot up again and here we go all over again. So her stressing me out and making my blood pressure go sky high they wouldn't release me from the hospital. So here I am stuck again in a hospital room that I am paying for by day because of this cunt.( I don't use the word to often but she deserves it for what she did to me) So by the end of the day I get my blood pressure under control and once again they release me to go home.
Parker David Kahle came into this crazy world!
March 2nd, 2005 at 11:09am
5 lbs 12 ounces and 18 in long
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