My labor and delivery was short and sweet. I started feeling contractions on Monday morning and by Tuesday night at 8:56 pm my handsome baby boy was born. Only 30 minutes of pushing. Afterward, I was still out of it, to be honest. I held him and did some skin to skin and handed him off to my husband, my mother held him next.
When he was in my mother’s arms, I knew he was safe. I started to drift off, the epidural had me feeling drowsy and I had used up all my strength to push this 7 lb baby out. My son’s eyes were open and then I guess he went to sleep too. My mother swayed him back and forth. The nurses were in and out, cleaning me up and checking in on us.
When yet another nurse came in, my mom said to her, “He wasn’t latching because he wanted to sleep.”
The nurse yelled, “He’s not sleeping!”
The next 25 minutes happened in slow motion for me.
After the nurse said these words, she flung my son onto the little baby bed. I looked over and he looked a little blue. Then I heard the loud words of CODE PINK. In matters of seconds about 30 nursing staff descended into my room and crowded around my baby.
I couldn’t even see what was happening. I tried to get out the bed but they wouldn’t let me and after a couple of failed attempts one of the nurses look at me and said, “He’s fine, he’s breathing now.”
Breathing now? He wasn’t breathing before? Again, I tried to push my way to my baby, but once again I was told to not move. They had just performed CPR on my 30-minute old newborn and I couldn’t understand what was happening even after a pediatrician tried to explain it to me.
I just started crying. He was fine in my stomach for 39 weeks and 6 days and now I bring him into this world and his heart nearly stops?
I was told he needed to go to the neonatal intensive care unit. I was confused, as I thought the NICU was only for preemies and my son was full term.
After what felt like an eternity we were finally allowed to see our son. My husband wheeled me there and we saw him in the corner alone. I saw the incubator and the wires, he’s all bundled up.
The nurse explained all the beeping and showed me the heart rate monitor. He’s doing fine. We go over the feeding schedule. I’m exhausted still. I stay with him until about 1 or 2 am. They all suggest I get some sleep. There’s no bed in the NICU, so I head back to my room.
The next day was better, he doesn’t have to be in the incubator anymore, but the wires remain. By that night or early the next morning, the wires in his nose come out and I try feeding him. I try pumping. It was painful.
He gets his first bath and he loves it. The nurse shampoos his hair (he had a lot!) and he seems so soothed. The nurse explains that because he’s full term he doesn’t need the same type of support in the NICU. She tells me my baby’s strong and he’ll be fine.
I look around. I see the other babies, the other moms. They could be there for weeks. And unlike me, the moms have to go home—without their baby.
Friday comes and by now he’s done all his tests, blood work came back normal, all tubes have been removed and I get it. I get my going-home package. Finally. I get my instructions on doctor follow-ups and we finally get to go home.