The last time I posted on my blog I was in labour with my second child and things seemed to have been progressing slowly. After my post, till present the last month seems to have been crazy!
My second birth story was nothing like my first. On 13 March 2014 at 00:35 am , when I last posted on this blog, I was experiencing mild contractions. At 2:30am I called the nurse to find out how much has my labour progress. She told me I should be 5-6 cm. I was hoping to be further and felt disappointed that I was only half way and the pain was already so intense.I decided to walk a little to try and speed things up.
Basically the pain was so intense that I couldn’t understand what was happening. If I was only 5-6 cm why was my contractions so close together and so painful, When I returned to my room my husband called for help. Something just didnt feel right. My gynecologist was not at the hospital and needed to be informed about my progress. On examination I was already 10 cm dilated. Within 10 minutes my baby was born.
1) My gynacologist didnt make it to the hospital in time.
2) My water didn’t break until just before I delivered.
3) I didnt have time to use a bath as pain relief.
4) A midwife delivered my baby.
None of the above was part of my birth plan. Things did not turn out how I planned it. But one thing is for sure I could not have managed giving birth without the support of my husband. Thinking back, my birth experience was not planned, but it brought myself and my husband closer. He was my support, my doula, by pillar of stregnth and the estbirthing partner I could have asked for.
After I delivered my baby, we were just grateful to have our baby in my arms. He was perfect.
I thought the hardest part was over but things did not end there.
Shortly after delivery I encounted my first problem.
I needed a local aneasthetic for stitches and I had a bad reaction to it. It might sound crazy now but at the moment I honestly started hearing UFO’s. I started feeling dizzy and slurring. My tongue started going numb and I could hear everyone talking to me but it was as if I was trapped in my body and I couldn’t answer. My husband immediately realized something was not right and called for help. My doctor reversed the effects with other medication which releived me of the symptoms I was feeling.
Luckily once it was all out of my system I was feeling good.I was so in love with my baby and so grateful that there was no complications during my labour and birth. I couldn’t wait for my daughter to meet her new baby brother. A few hours later she arrived and she couldn’t wait to hold him.
No one could have predicted that my baby was going to spend his first night in the Neonatal ICU. It came as a shock to us all. Shortly after the paediatrician examined my son and said he was healthy with no problems, my baby had an apnea attack. It Initially seemed as though he was just bringing up some milk, but after I held him up I realised that he was struggling to breathe and started turning blue. My husbands mum, who was there at the time, went to call for help. My gynecologist was the first to arrive. She rushed my son to the trauma unit and suctioned him. As a result he was able to breathe again. What must have been 90 seconnds felt like hours. I can not begin to describe how traumatic it was. From there my baby was admitted in the NICU for three days.
They took him for x-rays and blood test. My tiny newborn baby weighing 2.5kg had drips and monitors attached to him. It was so heartbreaking to see him this way.
He was monitored for three days but they could not confirm what caused him to have an attack like the one he had. They labelled it as an apnea, which is a medical term used for babies who have unexplained respiratory attacks..
I stayed in hospital for two nights while he was in NICU and then finally I was able to come home with my baby.
The day I came back home my baby suffered another attack although this time he was able to fight much more and regained his breath. Our local paediatrician came within minutes and he explained that what was happening is that he may be experiencing reflux. The milk that is coming up is causing the wind wipe to close and babies that small do not realize they can breathe though their mouths. His most valuable advice was to keep him slightly raised all the time to prevent it and if it were to reoccur we should turn him on his side and lower him immediatelt.
I hardly got much sleep thefirst few weeks. Naturally I kept waking up to see if he was breathing.
The next night my daughter fell ill. She had very high fever and I was not prepared to let her fight off the virus. I wasted no time and took her to the doctor and she was given antibiotics. The problem now was that she was not allowed near to him. The doctor advised that we keep her away from him as much as we can so that the baby doesn’t pick up the virus.
Now, having a new baby in the house is a big adjustment for any four year old, but not being allowed near the baby is bound to escalate the problems… And that is exactly what happened. My daughter started feeling left out and unloved. She was having emotional breakdowns and temper tantrums. I now had this new problem to deal with along with the ups and downs of caring for a newborn.
We stay with my husbands mum which made things easier because she was a big help to me. Unfortunatelt she also fell ill and couldn’t be around the baby. My husband picked up the virus too, So this meant that most of my time was spent with my baby and my daughter was acting up more and more. THANKFULLY my sister who lives overseas came to help me out. I can not thank her enough because a week after giving birth I fell ill and eventually my baby fell ill too. We rushed him to our hospital because as a result of the virus he picked up he was struggling to breathe. They had to suction him out but his breathing was still very shallow and he was very congested.
A few days later my baby developed a touch of bronchiolitis and needed to be nebulized three times a day.
This lasted for about a week until his chest was completely clear. But nebulizing caused him to swallow a lot of air which caused him great discomfort in his tummy. He would cry with cramping pains but thankfully once we stopped nebulizing him, this problem was somewhat reduced.
This was a brief account of what my first month with my baby was like. I survived on jungle juice and 2-3 hours sleep. Now the only problem I am dealing with is helping my four year old adjust to her baby brother. This last month was hard on us all. That is why I am really looking forward to taking a much needed holoday in the coming week.