Well, the morning started simple enough. Since we were scheduled for induction, all we had to do was call in the morning to verify they had a "room at the inn". We called the maternity ward promptly at 6 AM only to be told to get there by 7:30, instead of our scheduled 8:30 appointment. We had enough time to take that "last good shower" and headed out the door before Lily got up for the day.
We arrived promptly at the hospital at 7:30 AM, signed some papers, gowned up and was in bed by 9. Our wonderful nurse Rebecca (60 yr old Filipino woman, very kind and funny) quickly got all the IVs going and started the Pitocin around 10 AM. Then the contractions started. Shortly after the first few contractions (and a brief walk as instructed to help the process along), we noticed that Emma's heart rate would drop to around 70-80bpm ("normal" is around 120-170bpm). Thinking it was just an equipment sensor malfunction, we didn't think too much about it until the nurse came running in asking "What's going on down there little one?" This is when our concern started.
Nurse turned off the Pitocin and went to call the doc. After a quick phone call, we were going to wait 30 minutes to start the Pitocin again and see how Emma would react. Thirty minutes later, the Pitocin drip was turned on, and same results ... quite scary for us. Nurse Rebecca also made the comment "I have too many gray hair, don't need anymore ... SEE!" At least she wasn't in panic mode, helping us stay somewhat calm. After another episode of dropping heartbeat and another call the the doctor, the decision was made ...
C-Section!
Miss Emma did not like the pitocin and thank goodness she was telling us. Rebecca came in to tell us the news while turning off the pitocin and said that she had already talked to our dr and the troops were rounding up. Troops? Rounding up? What in the world was going on?
Shortly after, maybe 10-15 minutes, Dr. Burfoot walked in to talk to us and make sure we were ok and reassure us that this was NOT an emergency and that if it were we would have been in the OR already. Once she left, our room turned into a gathering place for people that I don't remember their names and they said stuff that went in one ear and out the other. All I know is that Mike and I probably looked like deer caught in headlights and that we were so thankful that these people knew what they were doing to keep our baby Emma safe.
All I remember from this point on is being wheeled down the hall in a bed, what those annoying fluorescent lights look like on the ceiling, and that I prayed the ENTIRE time for Emma to be ok. Since I have watched my fair share of baby story shows I knew that Mike wouldn't be allowed back with me until it was showtime which made me nervous and scared and teary. Luckily, the nurse that held my hand and stroked my hair was extremely nice and I felt safe. Once I had the spinal in place and they laid me down on the bed I closed my eyes. I closed my eyes until that curtain went up and Mike was there holding my hand. Why? I just couldn't open them cause if I did I would realize what was happening and not sure if I could handle that by myself without Mike there by my side.
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