Finally....Kate's Birth....

So, before Kate gets to be a year old, I figured I better post about her birth. Some of you have been asking so politely, and finally, I'm obliging! (Sorry it's taken so long, Melissa).

Kate Christine Friesen June 6, 2012 3:37 P.M. 6 lb. 4 oz. 18" long Here's the interesting (and somewhat dramatic story)....

If you read my previous post, you know that I was having a few "issues" with my blood pressure. Per my doctor's orders, I was monitoring my blood pressure at home. The weekend before what was ultimately Kate's birth (unbeknownst to us at the time), I was, as usual, monitoring my blood pressure. Throughout that weekend, I was noticing that my blood pressure was slowly creeping up even more than what it had been -- which was concerning. What REALLY was bugging me about it was that we truly took it easy that weekend. I pretty much sat or layed around ALL weekend. We even skipped church as a result of my rising blood pressure.

Finally, that Sunday evening, I called my doctor. Unfortunately, my doctor was out of town that weekend, but I was connected to a different doctor (whom I know is good). She had me go into the hospital for observation. So, after my mom arrived to watch Luke, Marc and I went into the hospital. Of course, at the hospital, my blood pressure went down to normal, and my blood work came back normal. I was sent home after a couple of hours with a nice jug to collect ALL of my urine for 24 hours. (TMI, I'm sorry)....They were ultimately checking for pre-eclampsia. If you don't know about pre-eclampsia, click on the link....it's weird and SCARY.

The next day, Monday, June 4, I went into Wichita for an appointment with a maternal-fetal specialist while my friend Karen stayed home with Luke (thanks SO MUCH, Karen). My doctor sent me to this specialist because he wanted a second opinion as to whether or not I should be on hypertension medication. I spent an hour with this specialist. He spent a whopping 5 minutes telling me that "No," I didn't need to be on medication. He only medicates hypertension during pregnancy if a) I had high blood pressure when I got pregnant (I did not) or b) I'm only like 28 weeks along with an official diagnosis of pre-eclampsia. And then, I'd be monitored in the hospital until the baby is born. WHOO-HOO -- No medication!!!! The rest of the appointment was spent with a high-definition ultra-sound to check very closely on Kate. Fortunately, Kate was good (this is KEY 48 hours later).

The next day, Tuesday, June 5, I went to a routine doctor's appointment with my doctor. At that appointment, I heard the official lab results from the 24-hour urine test I had started while being observed in the hospital Sunday evening. Unfortunately, the urine was very high in protein. Therefore, I was officialy diagnosed with pre-eclampsia and put on complete bed rest until Kate's birth. This was EXTREMELY devastating to me. I cried uncontrollably in the doctor's office. The nurse practitioner who works with my doctor actually knows my mom professionally (my mom is a nurse), and she called my mom (with my permission). I couldn't get it together enough to even call my mom myself. I was scared for my health as well as Kate's. And, ultimately, I was sick and tired of this pregnancy. Further, I was extremely concerned about what we'd do with Luke for the remainder of this pregnancy. On the phone, my mom told the nurse practitioner that she'd come and get Luke and my parents would take care of him (arranging their busy schedules to do so). You know when you want a break from your child and you gladly hand him or her over to somebody else for a break? Yep, we all know that feeling. It's O.K. to hand over the child. BUT, when you're forced to SUDDENLY hand over your child (even to your trustworthy parents) because you can't physically take care of him, it's AWFUL! So, when my parents showed up about an hour later to take Luke, I bawled again (even though I knew he'd be fine). I remember Luke walking to my parents' car, not having a CLUE that something was wrong with me and his baby sister. BUT, he was a happy camper to get to go to Papa and Grandma's house. My little boy, who doesn't always handle transition well, handled it well -- being suddenly told he had to leave to night with no warning. Also, did I mention that this day (June 5) was our 8th anniversary? Happy Anniversary to us! So, after Luke left. I hit the couch and didn't move much the rest of the day -- in between my sobbing. To top it all off, Marc was working a new position at work. He was supposed to work late that night. I called and asked him if he'd come home earlier than planned. He was able to work it out to come home earlier than planned. Also, to top it all off, my phone suddenly quit working properly -- which isn't good because we don't have a landline. So, here I was, diagnosed with a dangerous condition with no reliable phone. When Marc did come home early from work, he quickly went and got me a new phone -- a reliable phone.

The next day, June 6 (ultimately Kate's birthday though we didn't know it yet), I got up from my bedrest to go to another doctor's appointment. At that appointment, they hooked me up to the monitors for a fetal non-stress test. Kate's heartbeat was good, but she wasn't moving much. They had me drink some orange juice to see if it would get her going. Nope...she still wasn't moving much. SO, I was wheelchaired to the hospital for another sonogram (specifically, a bio-physical profile). Still in partial tears, I remember sitting in the waiting room, waiting on the sonogram tech to come and get me. I texted Marc just how awful this whole thing was...I was sitting in a wheelchair in a room with a bunch of elderly people -- NOT in wheelchairs. I felt helpless. The tech came and got me, and the sonogram was started. I could tell a few things without the tech saying much (I knew just enough information). Kate wasn't exactly doing well -- keep in mind the same sonogram was done at the specialist's office 48 hours before, and Kate did GREAT! It's amazing how fast things can progress in the wrong direction. SO, when the sonogram was over, instead of going out to my car to go home and proceed with bedrest, I asked the tech to call my doctor's nurse. The nurse then came and got me and took me back up to the doctor's office. I wasn't in the exam room two minutes when the doctor came and said, "You're not going home. You're going straight back down to the hospital to be admitted. I'm not sure what we're going to do yet. We'll let them know you're coming so you can get situated."

At that point, I called Marc to tell him he needed to head over. I also called my mom to tell her what was happening (and yes, she was concerned at this point). We got down to the hospital and into a room. The nice nurses had me get changed into a gown -- though, at that point, nobody was sure what was going to happen. Marc arrived around 12:30 P.M. (I think)....Suddenly, a nurse came in and told me to stop drinking or eating (and collecting information about what all and when I had eaten that morning). Then, another nurse came into start an IV. At that point, Marc and I suspected that Kate was going to be born soon. Around 1:00 P.M. (I think), my doctor walked in. He said Kate was stressed -- as a result of the pre-eclampsia. She needed to come out. He'd do the C-Section at 3:00 P.M. (2 hours from then)....Marc called my mom to let her know, and we immediately started texting various friends about this VERY fast and unplanned birth that was going to occur. After all of the 10 billion admissions questions, IV hook-up, and signatures, at 2:47 P.M. (according to Marc), I was taken back for the C-Section. Even though I was only at 35 weeks gestation and a month (to the date) from the due date, I was ELATED! Finally, this whole mess would end. I was absolutely DONE being pregnant. Pregnancy and my body clearly don't get along.

After the spinal was in and I could no longer feel my legs, the C-Section was started. I remember when the doctor said it was time to take Kate out -- I just closed my eyes and prayed, "God -- please let her be O.K." As I felt all of the tugging and pulling of the C-Section, I heard the nurse practitioner (who was assisting my doctor) say, "Oh, she's pottying on me." Then, I heard the faint cry of Kate....YES!!!! Even at only 35 weeks, she took off breathing immediately and fortunately needed no assistance in that arena. SO, that's her birth in a nutshell...I'll continue more about Kate, Kate and Luke, and our family in future posts! But, in the meantime, my blood pressure returned to normal roughly 24 hours later. At one week, three weeks, and six weeks postpartum, my blood pressure remained normal. I think I'm all good now. Clearly, my body was not created for a normal pregnany. While it's very frustrating, I'm simply choosing to be very grateful for the two children we have. AND, pregnancy will NOT happen again from this body. While that's slightly sad to say, it's O.K. I'm at peace with that decision.