The day AFTER our anniversary, Henry Luke Gibson was finally born at 1:00 am exactly, and I’m home after a 63 hour marathon with about 4 hours of sleep tossed in there. And yet here I am, blogging, before I got to bed. Addicted.
5 lbs. 9 oz., 18.25″.
We got to the hospital about 3 am on Friday morning, and Jeannett was having active contractions about 4 min. apart. She was 1-2 cm at 4:40 am. They stopped cold at about 10:30am, which allowed Jeannett to get some rest. Since she had already started labor, and her water was already broken, there was no leaving, and she decided since she was in the hospital setting (which she finds miserable), she wanted some pitocin to get it over and get out of the hospital ASAP, which I supported. They started her light and built it up until she was back to 4 min. contractions or so, and she was up to 3-4 cm by 5:00 pm. The contractions got worse, obviously, and they were actively adjusting her pitocin dose, but she remained at 3-4 cm at 7:00 pm, and that had her extremely discouraged. After another two hours of monster contractions with an unknown level of progress (since they didn’t want to check her again until she had urge to push due to her water having been broken for over 24 hours now) she decided she wanted (with Brenda’s blessing via phone since it wouldn’t affect the baby) a dose of Fentanyl. She ended up with two doses over about a two hour period, which took her to 8-9 cm by about 11:20 pm, Friday night. AMEN TO THAT. A huge relief came over me, but not Jeannett. Since she was so close, Fentanyl was off limits and she had to deal with the contraction until the cervix was out of the way. After a long hard hour, after midnight sometime, Dr. Safarik gave the clearance to push. No more than 30 minutes later, head was showing, and there was one push left, and I had the front seat view. I don’t think Jeannett actually felt that contraction, as she was still smiling at me after I confirmed that Safarik wasn’t lying to her when he said “one more push, and you’re baby is out.” And sure enough, one more push and it was a done deal. No episiotomy, no tears, and virtually no pain down under today. God is Good. I cried, and I don’t cry, hardly ever. Only for this, and the end of “Million Dollar Baby”……seriously.
Anyways, about two hours later, we moved down to the Mother-Baby part of the hospital, where Henry was fed again, and Jeannett and I tried to catch some sleep, about 3.5 hours worth. Safarik cleared her to go home, contigent on the Pediatrician, at 6:30 am, as he knew she wanted to get the hell out of there. Then at 10:10 am, in walked Jeannett’s worse nightmare, not that she hadn’t already had it, the Pediatrician.
The nurse had heard a heart murmur, and mentioned it to us, and the Ped noticed it as well. She argued, without really giving us a ton of information, that we could not go home due to it. We tried to argue and find out why, and that stupid (insert nasty word I’m thinking here) actually said something to the tune of ‘well, I don’t question your lack of the eye injections, wanted home birth, lack of vaccinations, Vitamin K shot…so don’t question me.’ So, she had made an assumption about us before she walked in the room. We had the hospitals respect, and they had ours considering the circumstances up until that moment. I was so stunned I was silent. It’s hard to get me that pissed. Nice Dr., would you like your rear sued off for discrimination? She then followed it up by saying she didn’t want to take an admittedly VERY low percentage chance it could be serious, as it could ruin her career. Yes, she literally said that. Thanks Dr., you have officially put your needs and wants, ahead of my newborn son and my family. Anybody know a good lawyer? (Sarcastically, but she needs to check her attitude at the door). I’m tempted to march into Administration tomorrow and verbalize my frustations. In the very least, a letter is already drafted in my mind.
We called Brenda for some insight to confirm murmur is probably the part in the heart that closes when the heart stops taking the blood from the umbilical and switches to the lungs at birth. If my education is correct, this is activated by the vagina, which compresses the chest of the baby to get the fluid out of the lungs that happens naturally and very fast (when you consider how fast a baby is moving out at that point..Amazing, God), when you aren’t drugged up. Brenda said that the statistic on this is that about 33% of all babies have a murmur, a majority of those from this, and most grow out of it with no problem, and those that don’t are just fine. Well, with this new information, we wanted Brenda to see the baby and to listen to the murmur during that visit tonight (on her way home from Oregon), and she confirmed her suspicions. There is no irregularity in the murmur, likely meaning that that part of the heart is just closing slowly and there is no real danger. Nice.
Come to find out later in the evening that tomorrow they will likely take an echocardiograph of the heart and send it to Stanford to be looked at (with a 3 day return, for what these idiots charge, it should be done in 4 hours) if the murmur hasn’t gotten better (meaning the heart hasn’t closed up a bit). Why couldn’t that echo been done today and we have been sent home? Anyways, the nurse said that everything else is perfect, and Henry is nursing very well. She’s 95% sure that she will sign off on discharging us tomorrow. I don’t know how I’ll react if not, seriously. Sometimes it sucks to be overly informed with the correct information. Ignorance sometimes is, in fact, bliss.
Brenda, thanks for the education, and being there for COUNTLESS advisory phone calls at all hours over the last 64 hours.
Dr. Safarik, thank you for taking us on in the 11th hour and being patient with our concerns and demands. You really have the families and patients placed high on the priority list.
Thank you, Jeannett, for working so hard for so long to bring us our son.
And thank you, Henry Luke, for being my son.
*This post is subject to editing by Jeannett after some sleep :)
I’m out, for now.