God doesn't give us what we can handle. God helps us handle what we are given.
Read Valor's Birth Story Part 1 here.
So after a successful, keeping baby-in-utero appendectomy, I spent a horribly painful week in my hospital bed recovering with continued and constant monitoring of our sweet, strong, courageous babe.
On Tuesday morning, September 2nd, a few nurses kept coming into my room, quietly looking at the strip coming from the monitor. Twice they pulled off sections and took them out of my room. A little later on I found out they were bringing the strips for the high-risk OB to evaluate. After a little more time passed, I was moved to a different room and my OB came in. He looked at Husband and me and told us our little one's heart rate kept dropping to dangerous levels - three strikes and he's out. So, of course little Valor's heart rate plummeted for a third time. Quickly my L&D room filled with staff, physicians, nurses, and the Director of Women's Services. It was organized, but at the time it seemed stressful and chaotic as everyone did their part. About 10 people were poking me, asking questions, handing me pens and clipboards for consents, people on the phone to get the OR prepped, and others trying to monitor baby. It all happened so fast and I couldn't control my body. All I could do was shake. I was only 36 weeks. Baby Valor still had four weeks to grow but we were going in to rescue baby Valor via emergency c-section.
Hurriedly the nurses pulled the sides of my bed up and we started rolling, quickly to the OR. Husband followed shortly behind as someone threw a pair of scrubs at him to change. Usually the soon-to-be dad is not allowed in the OR for emergency c-sections, but thankfully they made an exception for us.
Leaving Husband behind while he scrubbed in, I rolled into the OR. I was transferred to a cold, hard table, and the organized chaos continued. The anesthesiologist quickly got started on my spinal. He had me sit up on the table. At this point I was so thankful for my OB as I leaned against him and he helped me to contain my shaking and breathe through the fear. As I leaned against my OB, he calmly and quietly spoke into my ear, reassuring me. And all I could do was breathe deep and kept repeating "you are my refuge and strength" because I knew I couldn't do this on my own. I was scared and I needed God's refuge and strength. Second major abdominal surgery within a short amount of time, plus the safety of our little one.
Once the spinal was completed the anesthesiologist helped me lay down on the table. My arms were strapped down straight out, like on a cross. While waiting for the spinal to take affect, my OB started taking out the drain from my appendectomy. It hurt like crazy. Finally my lower half started losing feeling and Husband was allowed in the OR. He came and sat right next to my head on the right side, and gently put his hands on my arm and shoulder. Swiftly they sliced horizontally into my abdomen. Breaking the bag of waters created a fountain, soaking my OB. Then to get through all the layers, I felt rough tugging - not painful, just lots of pressure and movement - very strange. At this point I was crying, happy tears. I was eager to hold my little one. After what felt like a while, I heard the OB say that my uterus was filled with meconium and Valor's cord was wrapped around his neck. But swiftly baby Valor was rescued from my uterus and my OB exclaimed, "congratulations, you have a beautiful baby boy!" The NICU nurses immediately took Valor to check and clean him up. They brought our bundled babe to my shoulder and we got our first glance of our little resilient miracle babe. After a minute or two, they took little Valor away to the NICU, as he required a four-hour observation. Husband followed our little man while I was sewn back up and returned to my room for recovery.
Our first family photo.
4 lb 14 oz
When I was returned to my room for recovery, Valor's proud grandparents were already there and oohing and ahhhing over him in the NICU. So thankful that my parents were able to be there to greet their very first grandchild and that Valor's other, out-of-state grandparents came in the following days.
I think my favorite was being able to FaceTime my sister all the way in Africa after Valor was born.
For the next three days in the hospital we enjoyed our new bundle of joy. Husband stepped up as daddy to Valor and took care of him through the nights as I was still trying to recover from all my body had been through.
The day after my c-section a horrific headache formed. I was given numerous types of medications but nothing seemed to take it away. An anesthesiologist came for a consult due to the headache and was concerned it may have been a "spinal headache." During that consult, I learned that spinal headaches are very rare yet can occur as a result of the spinal I received during the c-section. The spinal created a passage for spinal fluid to leak out, changing the pressure around my brain and spinal cord, developing my horrific, non-manageable-three-day headache. My headache was like no other and the pain was only lessened slightly when I laid completely flat. The way things had been going the last two weeks, I could not believe I was having another major, yet rare complication! Fearful of the anesthesiologist going back into my spinal column, it took me a little while to sign the consent forms. I spent two days resting and praying the headache would go away on its own.
Finally I signed the forms to have the blood patch procedure. The anesthesiologist started me on more IV fluids. To administer the blood patch, I had to sit up and sit extremely still — which he kept telling me the whole procedure. Per my request, Husband was able to sit in, just across the room where I could see him, yet outside of the sterile field. Thankfully he was there, I just focused my eyes on him as I tried with all my might to sit like a statue. The anesthesioloist then inserted a large needle into the same space as the area where I originally had the spinal. He then took a large quantity of blood from my arm and injected it into the epidural space. The blood then clotted and sealed the hole, stopping the spinal fluid leak. Almost immediately the procedure started taking affect and my headache became less. For the next two hours I had to lay on my back completely still. After two hours, it was like a miracle occurred — my pain level went from a nine all the way down to a one!
As my family, friend and doctors reflect back on all that happened, we understand the gravity of the events. I could have died. Valor could have died. So thankful and blessed that we were both spared and given life.
On Saturday, September 6th at 10:00 pm I was finally discharged after a long 12 day admission. Heart breakingly, we had to leave our little Valor in the NICU for an unknown amount of time, but those details will be shared in Valor's final section of his birth story – part 3.
Please excuse the poor quality iPhone photos. We had our DLSR packed and ready to go, yet as you can see, nothing goes as planned.