One week in the hospital!

September 1st.

After they wheeled me into my room Tom brought Patryck in with him.

I was just so in love with him, I could not keep my eye off of him. They handed him to me and I placed him on my chest.

Then the nurse came in and wanted to check his temperature and my blood pressure. She placed him in this little crib and checked me first. My BP was ok, then she checked him and said that he was a little cold. I asked her if I could give him some skin to skin to increase his temperature. She hesitated but then agreed to it.

She left us and there I was holding my little prince again my chest. We were waiting my for little brother to arrive so he could see Patryck. The nurse really wanted to take Patryck to the nursery to get checked but I kept asking her to wait. My brother finally arrived. We chatted, took pictures and then the nurse came in.

Patryck’s temperature was still low. She said that he had to go to the nursery and get checked out. There he went.

I think she came back later to let me know that he needed to spend the night at the nursery but I can’t remember.

September 2nd.

The nurse come is at around 5-6am to check on me (of course she did that the entire night too) and ask me to go for a walk. They removed my catheter and had me use the restroom and then go for a walk.

All I wanted to do was see my baby, I could care less about taking a walk.  But since I had no choice I went for a walk. As soon as that was over, I was right there at the nursery.

Patryck was hooked up to a couple of machines but nothing bad. they were just checking his temperature and occasionally his blood sugar.
My nurse came in to check on me, the head of anesthesiologist came in, and then my doctor came in. My doc kind of ordered me to go back to my room so he could check me.

All was well with me. He asked about Patryck and said that he would keep me in the hospital as long as he could because of Patryck.

Then the Pediatrician on call came in. Our Peds was on vacation so Dr.Sigal was the one  caring for Patryck. That’s when things got scary for me.
He said that his temperature was unstable, his blood sugar was very low , that he had thrown up and it looked like there was blood and that his CRP was high.

I felt like someone had stabbed me. I couldn’t breath. The doc didn’t seem that worried but heck they never really do.

Needless to say, I spent all day at the nursery just looking at him. We couldn’t hold him since he now had so many more tubes on him.
Now they had washed his stomach and had a tube down his throat and a syringe attached to the end of it to see if any blood was coming out.  It looked horrible and so scary.

September 3rd.

Patryck’s CRP levels went down a little bit but his sugar was still very low.
They now had him on 10% glucose and were giving him 22 calories formula to keep his sugars just around 50. The doctor came in and said that although he wasn’t better that no change was good.
We got to hold him for the first time today. He still had so many wires on him……but thanks to the wonderful nurse caring for him, I got to hold him.

September 4th.

Patryck’s CRP levels went way up today. They don’t know what happened and could not explain it.
Also his sugar levels went down during the night and they had to start giving him 24 calories formula and they changed his glucose to 12.5% just to keep his sugars around 50s. What a bad day.

September 5th.

I had to leave the hospital that day. I had no choice. The doctor who came to check on me was a jerk and didn’t even bother to really check me and just said that I had to leave. A real jack ass.

When my nurse heard about it she was furious. She was very outraged and just wanted to report the doctor (apparently they can do that at this hospital).

Dr.Sigal came in and said that Patryck’s CRP levels were down again and that now we only had to focus on his sugar.

Patryck is still taking 24 calories formula but he’s now weaning off of the glucose drip.
Patryck did wonderful all day long. I was relief to know that he was getting better and that he could come home anytime now.

September 6th.

Tom and I arrived at the hospital at around 8am. Patryck was no longer hooked on the glucose drip and has been moved from the warmer to his little crib.
Tom and I were so excited that things were going great.
The downfall was that his CRP levels were still at around 15s and that wasn’t good enough for him to come home.

Then things turned to worst. They had a very busy day that day. Patryck’s machine kept alarming as if he couldn’t breath. First they brushed if off as nothing then the nurser decided to pay attention.

She placed him under a warmer and watched him. She listen to his heart/ chest and said that she needed a second opinion. I didn’t like the sound of that.
The RT ( respiratory therapist) from the NICU team came over and they started to talk about a murmur and some fluid in his lungs.

There we were sitting and watching hopeless and 4 people hoovered over him and talked as if we weren’t even there.

A chest x-ray and blood work were ordered STAT and multiple specialists were called to look at him.

I kept asking if it could be a machine problem and they wouldn’t listen to me. They completely ignored me.

After the x-ray, blood work and plenty of phone calls they now had him back at his original warmer, they had him on oxygen and were working on putting him under an oxygen cap thing…….

As soon as they moved him from the machine that I was complaining about back into where he was before he “magically” could breath again. WTF?!?

At around 7pm the nurse asked us to leave as they change shifts and we couldn’t stay there but then she said that we should come back. That freaked me out, they NEVEr asked me that before.

At 8pm we were back. There we were watching hopeless not knowing what was going on. Then this doctor comes in. At first, he acts and looks like a really mean person. Then he comes to us, introduces himself. He’s the head of Neonatal care and he’s there to check on Patryck per Dr.Sigal.

He was such a sweetie with Patryck, like a total different person.

Then he turns around looks at us and says “I’m not sure what the problem is, your son is perfectly fine and healthy”

I could feel the tears run down my face. He then ordered all machines to be disconnected from him and to stop pricking his little heal for the blood sugar.
He said that all Patryck needed was to finish his antibiotics and then he could go home.

Then he ordered them to let me breastfeed Patryck. I had been pumping but had not breastfed him yet.
For the first time I breastfed my little prince and it was priceless.

September 7th.

Today Dr.Jones is back from vacation.
He comes in and tells me that he heard a lot about Patryck. LOL

He tells me that his CRP levels are down but not yet ready for him to come home. He tells me that he needs 7 days of antibiotics and that he might go home on Wednesday.
Patryck had a great day today. We actually left at around 6pm.

September 8th.

I woke up fearing the worst. I couldn’t control myself and had a major meltdown early in the morning!

Tom, as always, held me and told me that everything was going to be ok. I just couldn’t control myself and was fearing the worst.

We headed to the hospital and we arrived just after 8am. We walk in and before we could reach the sink to scrub in the nurse says to us ” Did u run into Dr.Jone?”

Before we could answer she says “Patryck is going home today!” I was just over the moon when I heard that.

I tried so hard not to start bawling when I heard her.

Tom dropped the bags and ran out to get the car seat and his clothes. He couldn’t contain himself either.

I just couldn’t believe that it was happening, our little prince was coming home with us.

On his way to the car, Tom called everyone to let them know that Patryck was finally coming home.

We left the hospital at around 11:30am and we got home at around 12pm. Outside there was a beautiful banner that read “Welcome Patryck” that was made by my parents and my little brother. What an amazing sight it was to watch Tom walk in the house holding our son.

A warm welcome to our little Patryck!

Happiest Parents Ever!

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Some pics of our little one

Since I haven’t been able to catch up with my postings I’ll just post some pics for the moment.

I’ll catch up eventually I just need some time. LOL

Anyway, here are some pics.

Patryck is just born !

Mommy & Patryck bonding time

Patryck is 1 wk old and is coming from from the hospital

Patryck's Home Coming! He's 1 weeks old!

The family was there to celebrate and welcome him.

I am just so handsome!

Mommy and me

I am 2 weeks old !

So hungry I might just eat my daddy

Patryck’s Birth Story !

I’m sorry it’s taken so long to post but as you can imagine I’ve been a little busy.

Let me start with Patryck’s birth story and I’ll try to catch up as much as I can as I go on.

On September 1st we headed to the hospital to have our induction started. Our doctor asked us to be there between 4:30am and 5am. Of course I wanted to get things started so we compromised and got there sometimes in between. I had to check in with the ER as the Outpatient didn’t open until after 5am ( I know it makes no sense).

They wheeled me into L&D and into the room where I would be delivering. My nurse came in and started to prep me. She explained that they were going to use Pitocin and that they would be monitoring everything.

I changed into their beautiful gown (LOL) and waited. She came in, checked my BP and hooked me to the monitors. A little later she started the medication. At around 7am my doctor came in and checked me. He said that I was at about 1 and a half.

Then he tried, yes I mean TRIED to break my water. I have to say that it was so freaking PAINFUL. He tried multiple times. Somewhere between 5-10 time before he actually broke the water. He even joked about it and said, “I guess I don’t ever have to worry about early membrane rupture”

After that he said that I could have my epidural anytime I wanted. Me trying to be a little brave said that I would wait a little bit. At around 9am I was begging for mercy.

I felt like the biggest loser in the world. How could I be in so much pain? Can I not take pain? what is going on?

By 9:30am i had my epidural in. It wasn’t as bad as I expected.

The nurse and the anesthesiologist left and I waited for the epi to start working. NOTHING!!!!

I think that it made things worse. I was in so much more pain after that. It was horrible.

My nurse kept coming in and checking on me and said that she would get the anesthesiologist back in when she could but that she was doing back to back c-sections. Just freaking great!

I labored for about 2 hours like that. My nurse felt bad for me and gave me some meds through the IV to take the edge off. I have to say that it didn’t work at all. It made me loopy but that was it. The pain was horrible.

The anesthesiologist came back in at around 11:30am. She had to remove the epi and place it somewhere else. I so didn’t care at this point. Thank the Lord it worked the second time around. I was one happy camper after that.

My nurse checked me again after the epi took effect and said that I was at a 3cm dilation. She said that things weren’t progressing as fast but that there was progress. They also kept changing the position of Patryck’s monitor as if they kept losing him. It wasn’t until my nurse went on break and a completely different nurse came in that she said that his heart rate was dropping with the contractions.

Mind you from the get go my contractions were off the chart and they were every 3 minutes and they lasted well over a minute long.

So, by 3pm my doctor came in to check on me. He said that I was at a 2 and a half. WHAT? I thought I was at 3 when the nurse checked me?

Then he said that my cervix was swelling up and that Patryck’s head was shapping into the cervix.

He looked at me and said “it’s time for plan B”. I said, whatever gets my son out safe and sound.

Then I remembered that I could still feel my legs and made sure to ask them that I feel NOTHING during the surgery. The c-section wasn’t bad. The only thing was that I couldn’t stop shaking on my torso.

My arms kept falling off of the rails and I had to hold on to it. When they pulled him out the anesthesiologist said “we have a baldy baby”. I didn’t hear him crying and started to freak out. Then he cried! I could take a deep breath.

I kept asking Tom if he was ok and they reassured me that he was.

Tom went to cut the umbilical cord and then he came back holding out son. That moment was just umbelivable. I don’t think I could ever explain exactly what it felt like. I gave Patryck a kiss and just cried looking at him.

They had to take him to the nursery to check him out and they kept working on me.

Tom came back and after they were all done they wheeled me to recovery. That’s when they brought our son to us. Little Patryck latched on and wanted to eat right away. What a magical moment that was.

We spent about 2 hours in recovery and then they wheeled me into our room.

more to come later….

Last day of being pregnant!

We had our Ob appt on monday but my OB was busy delivering babies and I didn’t get to see him. I only got to see our nurse Jane.

Everything was fine BUT my Blood Pressure. She was getting 140 over 110 and she was not liking that.

Anyway. After checking, rechecking and then resting for 30 mins and checking again, she decided that she wanted me back today to see the doctor.

Today (tuesday) I went in and saw my doctor. When I left the house my BP was 140 over 95 and it stayed that way while at the office.

My OB comes in and tells me he’s going to check me down there.

OMG he did NOT warn me that he was going to do anything else. I’m pretty sure he stripped my membrane and it hurt like freaking HELL!!

The nurse just kept telling me to breath and try to relax but it was impossible.

Tom was freaking out of course but after what it felt like forever the pain was over.

Apparently I’m 1cm dilated………..I guess it’s better than monday’s measurement that I was barely a fingertip.

Then my OB tells me that he wants this baby out because of my BP……….he asks me to wait. He walks out and comes back in and says.

“Tomorrow between 4:30am and 5am………..I want u at the 6th floor of the hospital. We’re having this baby!”

I had to ask him to repeat that multiple times. Was he serious?! OMG

So, this is the last pregnant post. Tom and I had a nice dinner yesterday with my little brother.

My little brother was so cute and got me a necklaces with the  birthstone of September. Which just happens to be my favorite stone. Saphire.

So cute of him.

Anyway. Tom and I have not been able to sleep very long today. Of course.

We’ve been up since 1:30am and have not been able to fall back to sleep ever since. At least we got about 4-5 hours of some sleep.

It’s strange for me. It feels like someone is pulling a prank on me or something. Baby is arriving? What baby?! LOL

Better make sure that everything is ready!! OMG i’m going to be a mommy today!