I had been settling in to my new home and my 'vacation' time last Tuesday evening. It started out as just a small back pain which I attributed to laying in a crappy bed for 2 weeks and not getting a full nights sleep. Boy was I wrong! At about 5:30 PM the contractions started, they weren't too bad at first and I let it go for about 25 minutes to make sure that they were real. I called the nurse in only to go through another 30 minutes of not being able to get them to show on the monitor. She wanted to take me off but I convinced her that it was real and she kept watching. After that, the timing of everything got a little fuzzy.
The doctor came in along with my new nurse (of course, this had to happen at shift change) and another nurse to get an IV started. The nurse took one look at my hands and said she wouldn't be able to do it there because of the bruising from the weekend before. She then tried three different times, in between contractions, to get a vein that wouldn't blow with the size of needle they wanted in me. She felt terrible for having to stick me but I knew it needed to be done and kept telling her to keep going.
The doctor came back in after looking over some papers and asked me if anyone had checked to see if I had dilated. No one had and I knew what was coming next. It turned out that I was completely effaced and was 3 cm dilated. The next step was a sonogram to see if he was still head down.
Have I mentioned that I had not been able to get a hold of Ali for most of this? He decided to leave his phone in the car and went to the gym. Luckily, he got out of the gym in time for him to get down to me. The nurses were all instructed to kick him in the shins when he got there and they assured me that they would.
The sonogram revealed that he had flipped back over and was in breech position. I would be having a C Section to get my little man out and the idea was completely terrifying. I was wheeled down the Labor & Delivery Triage to wait for the doctors to prepare and to go over all of the steps of the surgery and all of the things that could go terribly wrong.
The surgery was the strangest feeling I have ever felt but it went well and it seemed pretty fast. It was so good to have Ali there next to me (he made it on time but barely). The doctors and nurses were all so amazing and very nice to me. The anesthesiologist kept patting my head and telling me I was doing a great job. I was honestly more satisfied with how well he was doing a his job but my hands were strapped down so I couldn't pat him back.
Recovery went pretty well. They drugged me up quite nicely and I slept through most of the night.
Faris Ali Rahmani was born June 28, 2011 2 lbs 7 oz., 14 1/2 inches, at 27 weeks & 3 days.
He is doing so well in the NICU and has been since he got there that night. He hasn't needed to be on oxygen, thank God, only a cpap which is basically the same thing for someone who has sleep apnea. Every nurse says that he is very feisty and it even took two of them to hold him and get his IV in the first night. Holding him for the first time on Thursday was so good as I had not been able to do anything but touch him through the holes in his bed. He pushes his little butt up in the air with his tiny little legs to get comfy or if he is mad. I think he wants out of there more than we want him out of there.
I love that tiny little man so much that I would sleep by his bedside if the nurses would allow me to. I can't wait for him to come home to us but I know we have a long road ahead and every day there is one closer to him coming home.
Thank you to everyone for your prayers and well wishes. I know that they are working and keeping this little man going.
Thank you Steph for watching Hamza and not even thinking twice about it.
But especially, thank you to my mom. I seriously don't know what we would have done without you to watch Hamza, clean, do laundry, cook and everything else that you have done. Words cannot express how much you mean to us. Love you, mom.
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