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I wanted to write about Kara's arrival from MY point of view, partially so I could have it for future reference, and partially just because I wanted to write it down.
On Monday, after I went home and we called the doctor, I just KNEW that I was going to have a baby that day. When we went in, they told me that I was dehydrated and that was causing Braxton-Hicks contractions, and that we wouldn't be having a baby--but still, I knew. When the doctor finally ordered a blood panel and came back and told us I was very sick and would have to be induced, my first thought was that I wasn't ready yet, I had at least 2 more weeks! I didn't think too much about it though because I was so sick and felt pretty out of it.
On Tuesday morning at 4:00 AM, the doctor came in to induce labor. My mom, sister, and brother were all in the room. Bryan had planned on leaving the room once I was in active labor, but it came on really fast and he ended up being in the room during the birth. Because my platelet count was so low, I was not allowed to have an epidural--something I hadn't been sure I wanted anyway--but at about 9:00 AM, I wanted that epidural! Bryan went and hid on the couch in the corner, but thinks it was pretty funny that I was mad at the doctor for not letting me have an epidural. At 10:03, I started pushing, and at 10:14, our sweet baby girl was born! I was completely shocked when they said "it's a girl," but was also so exhausted and so happy to be done with labor that it didn't really sink in at first.
The doctor and nurses were going to take her away after cleaning her up, but thankfully, someone spoke up and made them let me hold her. I am so grateful for this, because it was the last time I saw Kara before I had the seizure.
After they took Kara away, I started having micro-seizures--the nurse caught this right away and knew what they were, but the doctor who handled the delivery (and who wasn't a very good doctor) dismissed it as the sun being in my eyes. Throughout the day, they kept trying to clean out the blood clots, which quite honestly, was just as painful as labor. Then I had the big seizure that evening. I don't remember much from that day other than telling the nurses my body and eyelids kept jerking shortly after Kara was born, so pretty much from noon on is pretty foggy for me.
After the seizure, the nurses brought Kara to me to hold, which I don't remember, but I'm glad I was able to anyway. I started going pretty downhill after that, and I remember feeling like I couldn't breathe and just had no energy even to open my eyes. My family wasn't sure I'd make it through the night, and to be honest, I had some moments when I was barely awake that I was terrified I'd never get to hold my baby again. I am so thankful that we got a new doctor that came in and took over, I'm thankful that they were able to do a surgery to stop the bleeding, and I'm even more thankful that I was able to get a priesthood blessing.
After a day in the ICU, all I wanted was to see Kara. They promised me I could see Kara Thursday morning, but then weren't able to move me yet, so I didn't get to see her until late Thursday evening (and even getting them to let me do that was a fight!)
We finally got to go home Friday, and it was a bit hard to figure out some sort of a routine, but we love Kara Leigh to death, and I wouldn't take her back for the life of me!
P.S.
There are two winners for the baby competition--Theresa, who guessed closest to the date, but had gender wrong (she guessed a boy on March 10th), and my Great Grandma who guessed the gender right and had the earliest date for all the people who guessed a girl (she guessed a girl on March 13th). I'm not sure what they won yet, but I'll think of something!