First I should mention that I am a Type 1 diabetic, so my pregnancy was high risk. Before even getting pregnant I made sure my body was ready. I lowered my A1C—a measurement of how well my diabetes is managed—by getting on an insulin pump and a continuous glucose monitor, so basically I became part robot. I wanted the healthiest pregnancy possible because there are risks when it comes to Type 1 diabetes, including heart defects, NICU stays, low blood sugar and the scariest: still birth. But, this isn’t Steel Magnolia times; diabetics have healthy babies all the time because now there are better ways to manage the disease.
Because of the diabetes, there was LOTS of monitoring. In the beginning when most moms are only going once a month, I went twice. Towards the end I was basically living at my doctor’s office. Beginning around 28 weeks, I started weekly non-stress tests—or NSTs. This is when they put a monitor on your belly that measures baby’s heart rate and your contractions, and you get a little button to push every time baby moves. Most of the time I just sat there for an hour listing to Eli’s heart rate and knitting. It was actually very relaxing. Around 31 weeks they noticed I was contracting every 15 minutes, except I didn’t realize I was having contractions. So they checked me, and I was 1 centimeter dilated. I then thought, well, it wont be long now.
I had my baby shower around 34 weeks and got most of what we needed. At 35 weeks I went in for the NST, and his heart rate was sitting baseline around 200 bpm. The machine kept beeping and alerting the nurses every 10 minutes. They decided to send me to L&D for longer monitoring. I was also having contractions every five minutes. They checked me, and I was 3 centimeters dilated. I went to L&D and waited four hours. Thankfully Eli settled down. Contractions continued, but they were not painful. I was not changing, so I was sent home and told to relax.
At 36 weeks I was sent to L&D again after the NST showed I was having contractions every two minutes. I was 4 cm and 80 percent effaced. I was given tons of water and relaxed for the four hours while I was held in pregnant-lady jail. They checked me several times, and I thankfully did not change. It was determined I had an irritable uterus and would probably contract till he was born. I then went home, packed my hospital bag and installed his car seat. After I did this the contractions almost stopped completely! So apparently he was only going to come when we were not prepared at all.
I started trying to bring on labor—and I tried everything! I ate so much pineapple, was drinking red raspberry leaf tea and taking evening primrose oil. Nothing was working! I so wanted my water to break sporadically. I just dreamed of being at a store (mainly so I wouldn’t have to clean it up) and then rushing to the hospital. But even with the irritable uterus, little man was quite comfy in there.
From 36 weeks on I started doing twice weekly NSTs. On November 8, I was 38 weeks and went in for my second NST that week. I had noticed little man had not been as active the past couple days but didn’t really think much of it. My husband went with me because they had been sending me to the hospital so much. He packed the car with our bags, and we headed off to the doctor. We had our ultrasound to measure him and make sure he was still head down. He was measuring 8.5 pounds and had been head down the entire pregnancy. They said the placenta looked OK, not amazing but OK. I then went to another room for the NST. The jelly they put on my enormous belly was warm. They found his heart rate immediately and his baseline was 160. He was normally on the high side of normal. They then put the contraction monitor on and gave me the button to push when he moved. Stephen and I sat there waiting.
Honestly I was hoping this wasn’t the day, but I knew deep down it was. For you see it was the same birthday as my mother-in-law, and I wanted Eli to have his own birthday. The doctor came in and looked at the sheet. He asked me about movement, and I told him he had not moved much in the past couple of days. He then said that there had not been the normal increases of heart rate, so they wanted to “buzz the baby.” I said OK and wondered what that meant. A nurse then came in and held a little thing to the bottom of my belly and literally buzzed Eli. Eli did not move, and his heart rate did not change. After another 20 minutes of no change, the doctor came back and said to go to L&D—we were having the baby soon.
Stephen had left his phone charger at home, so I asked how serious it was. I also explained that today was not a good day. He said it was not an emergency, but diabetics’ placentas tend to degrade faster—so it was just time. But we could go home pick up what we needed and then head to the hospital.
I called my parents because they were two-and-a-half hours away and told them to head our way. We went home, he grabbed his charger, and I did dishes. I was SO not ready. We drove to the hospital, got in our room and settled in. I was checked and was almost 5 cm and 90 percent effaced. I was given another ultrasound and told he was 9 pounds, 1 ounce. I thought, there is no way he is that big because our ultrasound earlier said he was only 8.5 pounds.
We then called Stephen’s parents and let them know what was going on. Here I have to say I told Stephen that I really did not want a whole lot of people in the waiting room because I knew there was a very large possibility that Eli would have to go to the NICU for low blood sugar, and I wanted what time I had before they took him to do skin-to-skin and try breastfeeding. I told him only his parents and my cousin were allowed.
They started the Pitocin around 3 in the afternoon. The contractions started coming hard, and my Dexcom (continuous glucose monitor) started beeping at me. I looked at it and saw 50 with double arrows down. That meant my blood sugar was low and dropping fast. I called the nurse and told her, so she gave me some dextrose. With the Dexcom still yelling at me, I checked again 15 minutes later, still low. I called the nurse again, and they doubled the dextrose. Again 15 minutes later STILL LOW! So they gave me juice, and I turned my insulin pump completely off. I then started throwing up. Just so you know, I threw up twice a day the entire pregnancy, so it was only fitting that I thought I was going to throw Eli up.
At this point Eli’s heart rate was dropping with contractions, I was yelling and shaking the bed rails—and puking. This was not what I thought it would be like, but it was too late to turn back. They finally gave me phenegran, and my blood sugar held stable at 80. The nurses thought it should be higher, but there really wasn’t anything we could do. I was told I had to lie on my side and given an oxygen mask. I asked for an epidural because I couldn’t move. Thankfully they also gave me some other pain meds to hold me over till the angel anesthesiologist came. Everyone left, and he gave me the epidural. I felt nothing, not even the needle going in. He really was amazing. I was checked again after and was around 8 cm. I just kept thinking, this has to slow down—he can’t be born today!
His heart rate kept dropping, so they decided to use internal monitors and break my water while also turning off the Pitocin for 30 minutes. I was told that they would only turn off the Pitocin three times before they would take him by C-section. Well, I continued to progress without the Pitocin. I took a short nap since I still had the phenegran coursing through my veins. Oh glorious phenegran that I swear only works to keep you from throwing up by knocking you out.
During this time my parents and cousin went to get something to eat. My father-in-law and step-mother-in-law came by, said hi, gave their support and then thankfully waited in the waiting room. I really did not want an audience, and they respected my wishes of only wanting Stephen, my mom and my cousin in the room. Plus, I am not very nice when I am uncomfortable. My parents and cousin came back, and thankfully my dad took my mother-in-law with him to the waiting room. I was checked again and was 9 cm at 11 p.m. OK, I thought, one more hour; I can hold him in ONE MORE HOUR!
The nurses came in and turned his bed warmer on. They started getting everything ready for pushing. The doctor checked me again, and I was 10 cm—but he was still too high, so they put me in different positions to try and make him drop, like the Texas Roll.
Well, midnight came and went. (Yes! He would have his own birthday!) They tried many different positions, and the epidural was wearing off. At 5:30 a.m. the doctor came in and told me to push. She then said, “Honey, he isn’t coming down. I think you need a C-section.” At that point I just wanted him out. I was exhausted.
At 6 a.m. the anesthesiologist came in and gave me something stronger than the epidural. It was AMAZING. I felt nothing. Stephen was given scrubs, and we were wheeled to the OR. Now I gave birth in a teaching hospital, so everyone and their dog was in the OR. When a baby is born the entire pediatric team is called to the birth, so we had a large crowd watching.
At this point I was so tired. As they were prepping me I rested my eyes. Stephen came in, and I was told I might feel pressure. I don’t know if the epidural was just SO good or I was SO tired, but I felt nothing. No tugging, no pulling, no pressure. Eli was pulled out of me, and I heard from every nurse and every doctor, “Wow, what a BIG BOY.” The anesthesiologist whispered to me, “Honey, he was never going to fit.” And then I heard the most wonderful sound in the world: his cry.
They held him up, and he had a head full of dark hair and the chubbiest cheeks ever! Stephen held him up to my face, so I could kiss those sweet, chubby cheeks. A nurse snapped a picture for us. We both looked so exhausted—but so in awe of our sweet boy. They cleaned him up and took him to be measured. I was stitched and stapled and then wheeled to recovery. He was 9 pounds and 1 ounce of perfect sweetness.
Unfortunately he had low blood sugar, and I only had 30 minutes with him before they took him to the NICU. I didn’t get to have a chance to bond skin-to-skin or try breastfeeding him before I was bombarded with visitors. However, I was the lucky one that morning because my baby boy was alive and healthy.
He was taken to the NICU and given an umbilical IV. They also discovered that he had air pockets in both lungs. After 12 hours I was finally able to go downstairs and hold him. The NICU nurses were wonderful. They loved him because he was big enough to hold. He wasn’t as fragile—just could not control his blood sugar as well. After a day his blood sugar stabilized, but we had to stay five days for his lungs and to wean off of IV fluids. Being in the NICU made us even more grateful for our healthy baby boy.
He is now a crazy 1-year-old who is smart, stubborn and oh, so sweet. He chases the dogs all day, loves to give hugs and kisses and jabbers up a storm. As he lies sleeping next to me with the messiest blonde hair, I can say he has changed me for the better. He has taught me to just roll with the unexpected and be thankful for every day.
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