Halynd's 2! Birth Story.





I can't believe my baby girl is 2.

I went into the hospital on July 9, 2009 because I was having weird, irregular contractions. I was already dialated to a 4/5 and 90% effaced, so I thought this was it. My water hadn't broken, but my back was very sore and I was having inconsistent contractions. At the time, Donovan's brother and sister were in town visiting, so we asked a couple friends to let them stay at their house-along with Malachi.

We waited in the room watching the monitors and everything seemed to look fine. I was indeed having contractions, but they said I wasn't in active labor yet. They decided to monitor me for another hour before we could head home. It's a good thing they did.

The monitors hooked to my stomach started to beep loudly and this prompted nurses to run into the room. Donovan and I were falling asleep, as it was already 9:30 at night and we were exhausted. The nurses told me to switch positions and to get off my back. So. I rolled over to my side and the beeping on the monitors stopped immediately. The nurses kept us longer now. Anytime I would sit in an upright position, Halynd's heart rate would drop durastically. The doctor came into the room and explained to us the situation. He was very calm and this lead us to believe that we were about to be told to go home and get some rest.

Instead, he very smoothly said that the baby is in distress when a contraction comes. This distress drops the heart rate significantly. And he recommended taking to baby right away. I was extremely mad. Not at anyone in particular. Not at Halynd. I was very mad that I had to be sliced open on an operating table. That my birth plan wasn't going to be followed. That I couldn't labor for my little girl. I saw a black tunnel as the doctor was leaving. I was in a very dark place and couldn't come out. It was hard to hear and see. I hardly paid attention to Donovan as he tried to reassure me and pray with me. I was more scared than at any other point in my entire life. This fear caused me to be so mad.

They came in to give me an I.V. and prep my body. I was given a pill for any nausea. Donovan was told to go to a locker room where he could change into a set of scrubs for the procedure.
They wheeled me into the operating room where the lights were extremely bright. I still could not come out of this anger that raged in me. The nurses hunched me over and stroked my hair as the anesthesiologist administered the spinal block. They quickly laid me down and strapped my arms in a cross like fashion. They pulled up a big cloth screen so I couldn't see anything. Donovan was brought into the room and he sat at my left side. Before the procedure, they used a tool and pinched my skin to see if I was numb. They said I should be numb up to my armpits.

I was not numb. I could feel the pinching, no matter where they pinched. They asked Donovan to leave, sat me back up and administered another spinal block. By this point I was even more scared. Donovan came back in and sat by me once more. They went through their routine again. This time, when they pinched me, I couldn't feel it and for that I was very grateful.

They began the procedure. After a lot of tugging and pulling, Halynd Zara Grace Golden was born at 12:35 a.m. on Friday, July 10, 2009. She weighed in at 6 lbs 12 oz. and was 19 inches long.

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Andy said…
I remember this like it was yesterday. I really thought she was going to be born on our anniversary! Happy birthday, Haly!
July 11, 2011 at 8:55 PM
Andy said…
Oops, it's Carman not Andy! :)
July 11, 2011 at 8:56 PM
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