Parchment Party of 6
On Sunday August 16th 2015 Miss Ezerah Kate Parchment made her debut (3 1/2 weeks early) at 2:20 pm.
After an hour of monitoring, it was established that I was indeed in active labor and any effort in trying to keep this baby in was no longer needed. We called our family to let them know that today was "Baby Day" & prepared for our adventure.
Remember that "Control Freak" thing I posted about earlier and the need to be in charge? Well, this situation (while supposed to be one of the happiest days of my life) was just short of a nightmare for my inner Control Freak, heck we didn't even bring the car seat!
Dr. T has been my doctor since early 2006. After a miscarriage in late 2005 & a very uncompassionate Doctor, I was referred to him by a family member. Once I met him and his practitioner (his daughter), I knew that I would never see another Doctor again- ever. (My running joke with Chris was that if Dr. T ever retired or quit delivering babies my uterus would be retiring too). He delivered all 3 boys and I couldn't imagine ever going through that with another doctor. Well, guess what? Dr. T wasn't on call that Sunday, so some "stranger" would be preforming my FINAL C-section (& tubal). For a moment, I honestly thought about getting out of that bed and leaving until the next day when I knew Dr. T would be at work. Chris and I both pulled out our phones and began researching the "On-Call" Doc- healthgrades.com, WebMD, if his name was on it we looked. I convinced myself that 4.5 out of 5 stars was an Ok review, and accepted the idea of what was fixing to happen.
I was wheeled up to Labor & Delivery to fill out my paperwork and wait for the on-call doctor and for an operating room to open up. I literally signed my life away while Chris worked on our "visitor list". I even had to sign saying I acknowledged that I was getting a tubal & was aware of the permanent results (Can I sign this in blood & get a 110% guarantee?!?!). After a couple of hours- it was go time. On our way to the OR, we gained an "assistant" who would be joining us during the procedure. She was looking over my paperwork and the following conversation ensued-
Assistant: Are you SURE that you want a Tubal?!?
Me: (Deep Breath as I get ready to give her my spill)......
Assistant: (Screaming) She Paused!!! Shes not sure. (Looks at me) You DO NOT need to go through with this if you are unsure.
Me: I'm sure AND I signed my paperwork. I'm 34, high risk, and going in for my 4th C-section. Should I go on? This baby machine is CLOSED for BUSINESS!
Assistant: Why don't you just think about it, we will have to ask you again in the OR, anyway.
We make it to the OR and they prep me for my spinal. Every time a new person walks into the room they brief them on what's going on (C-section and Tubal) and EVERY SINGLE TIME the assistant chimes in with "but she's unsure about the tubal" (insert concerned/panicked looking emoji here).
With my spinal done, they get me situate on operating table (which can be explained as nothing more than an ironing board- or so it seems when you are 8 mos. pregnant) & let Chris come in.
What proceeded to happen the next 30-40 min was a horror story pulled straight from "20/20" or "Dateline"..... because my Spinal didn't take! I felt every tug, pull, cut and tear- not just pressure, but a pain like none I had ever experienced. After unsuccessfully trying to get off the table twice, I finally accepted the dramatic fact that I was going to die during childbirth. I remember hearing EK cry (and the Hubs telling me that she was indeed still a girl). After that, things got strange. They put a mask over my face to semi knock me out. I could still hear everything....but I was now in a Minecraft video game?! At one point I remember thinking "Great, I'm dying and there is no white light. What have I done!?!".
Next thing I know, I am in recovery with my family. Everyone starts asking questions and my Mom mentions to me something about my surgery, tubal, and being glad its over.
Hubs: They didn't tie her tubes.
Me: What do you mean they didn't tie my tubes?!?!
Hubs: The Dr asked if you wanted him to stop, and said that he could give you alternate forms of birth control that were just as effective since you were in pain.....
Me: What?!? But I signed the form?!?
So, after all of that, my tubes were NOT tied. (Deep down, I swear its a conspiracy).
Knowing what I do now, I'd still do it all over again to get Miss Ezerah Kate. I've called her the "final piece of our puzzle that we didn't even know we were missing" and I will stand by that comment until the day I die. Our family of 6 is officially complete, and I couldn't imagine it any other way!
After an hour of monitoring, it was established that I was indeed in active labor and any effort in trying to keep this baby in was no longer needed. We called our family to let them know that today was "Baby Day" & prepared for our adventure.
Remember that "Control Freak" thing I posted about earlier and the need to be in charge? Well, this situation (while supposed to be one of the happiest days of my life) was just short of a nightmare for my inner Control Freak, heck we didn't even bring the car seat!
Dr. T has been my doctor since early 2006. After a miscarriage in late 2005 & a very uncompassionate Doctor, I was referred to him by a family member. Once I met him and his practitioner (his daughter), I knew that I would never see another Doctor again- ever. (My running joke with Chris was that if Dr. T ever retired or quit delivering babies my uterus would be retiring too). He delivered all 3 boys and I couldn't imagine ever going through that with another doctor. Well, guess what? Dr. T wasn't on call that Sunday, so some "stranger" would be preforming my FINAL C-section (& tubal). For a moment, I honestly thought about getting out of that bed and leaving until the next day when I knew Dr. T would be at work. Chris and I both pulled out our phones and began researching the "On-Call" Doc- healthgrades.com, WebMD, if his name was on it we looked. I convinced myself that 4.5 out of 5 stars was an Ok review, and accepted the idea of what was fixing to happen.
I was wheeled up to Labor & Delivery to fill out my paperwork and wait for the on-call doctor and for an operating room to open up. I literally signed my life away while Chris worked on our "visitor list". I even had to sign saying I acknowledged that I was getting a tubal & was aware of the permanent results (Can I sign this in blood & get a 110% guarantee?!?!). After a couple of hours- it was go time. On our way to the OR, we gained an "assistant" who would be joining us during the procedure. She was looking over my paperwork and the following conversation ensued-
Assistant: Are you SURE that you want a Tubal?!?
Me: (Deep Breath as I get ready to give her my spill)......
Assistant: (Screaming) She Paused!!! Shes not sure. (Looks at me) You DO NOT need to go through with this if you are unsure.
Me: I'm sure AND I signed my paperwork. I'm 34, high risk, and going in for my 4th C-section. Should I go on? This baby machine is CLOSED for BUSINESS!
Assistant: Why don't you just think about it, we will have to ask you again in the OR, anyway.
We make it to the OR and they prep me for my spinal. Every time a new person walks into the room they brief them on what's going on (C-section and Tubal) and EVERY SINGLE TIME the assistant chimes in with "but she's unsure about the tubal" (insert concerned/panicked looking emoji here).
With my spinal done, they get me situate on operating table (which can be explained as nothing more than an ironing board- or so it seems when you are 8 mos. pregnant) & let Chris come in.
What proceeded to happen the next 30-40 min was a horror story pulled straight from "20/20" or "Dateline"..... because my Spinal didn't take! I felt every tug, pull, cut and tear- not just pressure, but a pain like none I had ever experienced. After unsuccessfully trying to get off the table twice, I finally accepted the dramatic fact that I was going to die during childbirth. I remember hearing EK cry (and the Hubs telling me that she was indeed still a girl). After that, things got strange. They put a mask over my face to semi knock me out. I could still hear everything....but I was now in a Minecraft video game?! At one point I remember thinking "Great, I'm dying and there is no white light. What have I done!?!".
Next thing I know, I am in recovery with my family. Everyone starts asking questions and my Mom mentions to me something about my surgery, tubal, and being glad its over.
Hubs: They didn't tie her tubes.
Me: What do you mean they didn't tie my tubes?!?!
Hubs: The Dr asked if you wanted him to stop, and said that he could give you alternate forms of birth control that were just as effective since you were in pain.....
Me: What?!? But I signed the form?!?
So, after all of that, my tubes were NOT tied. (Deep down, I swear its a conspiracy).
Knowing what I do now, I'd still do it all over again to get Miss Ezerah Kate. I've called her the "final piece of our puzzle that we didn't even know we were missing" and I will stand by that comment until the day I die. Our family of 6 is officially complete, and I couldn't imagine it any other way!
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