My Horrible Birth Story In Segments (Part One)

It seems that every blogger with a child has their birth story posted. While I was pregnant I would blog hop reading birth stories but now when I see one I grimace and quickly look away. Why would a mother of a precious baby boy look away from a birth story? Everyone's wonderful birth stories just remind me of how horrible mine was. 

Here is why it was horrible:

I had a scheduled c-section on November 7, 2012. The day started out with me full of nerves and jitters. My husband had to drop me off at the hospital because his family didn't know the area and were back at the house waiting on him. Being there alone going through the check-in process was something I shouldn't have done. It was my fault because of course I had said "go on-it's fine. Y'all go out and have breakfast. No reason to sit around and wait". Big mistake on my part. I'm bad about not saying what I really want.

The scheduled c-section time kept being pushed around. Someone would say 8. Then it would get changed to 10 and then changed to 9. I kept calling my family and friends telling them the different times. It was so frustrating and I was a nervous wreck.

During the c-section I had a panic attack. I couldn't feel half of my body and that wigged me out. I could feel my foot itching but I couldn't lift it. I kept freaking out begging them to put me to sleep  because I thought I was going crazy. I got all claustrophobic thinking about how I couldn't move if I wanted to. He finally gave me something but it only helped a little. Even writing about it now bothers me. I'm tapping my foot right now because I can.

When Jack came out they held him over the blue curtain and he threw up in my mouth. He was green and swollen. I freaked out. My husband was so excited and all I could think was "God, please let this be over soon".  As they took Jack away my husband was gone too and I was left alone.

This part is foggy but Jack's pediatrician came in and said something about Jack needing to be flown to Baptist hospital. I fell right back asleep and woke up in the hallway with my husband, mom, dad, and the rest of our families staring at me like they expected something from me. Jeremy got real close to my face and asked "do you want me to go with Jack or your parents?" I must have looked at him crazy because he asked if I understood Jack was being flown to Baptist and I told him I thought all of it was a dream.

I had no idea what to say. Everyone was looking at me. My husband looked liked he was going to pass out and I could tell my parents were so nervous. What really bothered me was Jeremy and I had the conversation the night before that if something happened that he would go with Jack. Now that he was asking I knew it was because he didn't want to go. I could see in his face that he was scared to death and so I said my parents should go and off they went to drive the two hours to Baptist hospital.

Our first picture as a family.

Look how swollen he is :(

Jack being transported to the helicopter

Well that is the first few hours of my birth story. Although for most people this is the happiest day of their lives, for me it was a nightmare. Stay tuned for the rest of Jack's birth story.