Life is crazy.
For the past couple weeks I've been adjusting to my new life. Going from one to two babies is not an easy transition, at least not physically and sometimes emotionally. However, my heart has just been exploding for the past couple weeks with love (cheesy, but extremely true).
I feel like my life has been completely turned upside down.
On Wednesday, September 23, I had a normal doctors appointment, I was 37 weeks along and I had been having a lot of pain in my upper abdomen for a couple weeks. My doctor couldn't really give me an answer and kind of just told me to suck it up. I even went in to labor and delivery on the previous Sunday (20th), and I didn't get any results there. So after all my frustration, I woke up Wednesday night (aka Thursday morning- like 2 am) like I always did to go to the bathroom, and when I went to lay back down I felt the pain come back, only this time it was a little bit lower and it was progressively getting worse. It got so incredibly overwhelming that I woke up Leka. It took me a total of 3 minutes to decide that a hospital trip was necessary, which alarmed Leka because no matter what kind of pain I was in previously, I always refused going to the hospital.
So apparently, I don't handle pain very well and I really only remember Leka grabbing me a robe and kind of awkwardly putting it on me and then me trying and miserably failing to walk to get to the car. He seriously considered calling an ambulance, but I decided we were way too dang close and I could do it. He ran around, forgetting: the hospital bag (that I finally packed that day before!), to turn any lights off, our first born son who was asleep (luckily my sister lives upstairs, so that wasn't a huge issue), and he even forgot to close the front door as we rushed out and I tried to get in the car. I couldn't find any relief. Any position I put my body into only made the pain worse. I pretty much yelled at Leka the entire car ride because he was either going too fast over the bumps and turns or he wasn't getting me there soon enough! Poor guy!
We went straight to the emergency room because I just wanted immediate help! The nurses ran out with a wheelchair and all I remember is making a huge scene in the ER. There were like 5 people there, but it was still pretty embarrassing, though at the time, I didn't care, not one bit. You could probably hear me from across town, I was so incredibly loud. I remember one old lady saying, "is she gonna have a baby?", and Leka responded with, "I'm not sure," and she says, "I think she's gonna have a baby."
So they rushed me up to labor and delivery and had an entire room full of about 12 nurses ready to deliver me. They got me on the bed and the nurse went to check my cervix... "She's dilated to a one, everyone."
If I wasn't in so much pain I would've been ticked. I think I assumed that that was going to happen. I was a one at my last two appointments and this didn't feel like labor to me.
The nurses kept feeling my belly and telling me how hard it felt and they started an IV. It wasn't until I got the epidural that I felt some kind of relief. It took the edge off but I still felt major pain in my upper abdomen. Thankfully, my doctor came rushing in minutes later. I absolutely love my doctor and trust him 100%, so I knew my savior had been looking out for me.
Then came the bad news.
Since I wasn't dilating or making any progress, my doctor decided to perform an emergency C-Section when the baby's heart rate started to drop. In my head I was thinking "PLEASE, NO, I'LL DO ANYTHING!"- Surgeries freak me out and the thought of being cut open was not very appealing to me. But somehow, I kept my mouth shut and agreed and surprisingly stayed very calm despite my pain and uncomfortable state. The whole thing was miserable for about the next half hour. They wheeled my bed back, got me on a table and put up that cloth thing, separating my head from my body, and started spraying stuff on my belly. Really all I remember is constant shivering. It was freezing in that room, plus my body was releasing so much adrenaline from the pain and all the medication. Then I remember hearing my doctor say "making the incision now" and in my head feeling like I was gonna pass out. There was a tugging sensation in my abdomen as they cut and pulled him out. I heard the nurses say, "happy birthday, buddy!" and then they rushed him out of the room as another one said, "he's not breathing." They asked Leka if he wanted to go with baby, so he quickly kissed my forehead and rushed out of the room. The next 20 minutes were extremely hard. My body was in total shock and I was really uncomfortable lying on the table. So I closed my eyes and tried to focus on my breathing. I finally started to feel relaxed since I had woke up that morning at 2 and now it was almost 4:30. The doctors finished sewing me up and then a nurse brought me a body warmer. It was basically a big plastic bag that they blew warm air into. My teeth were chattering so hard. Then I saw Leka's face. It brought me so much comfort to have him there with me. Then they took me off the operating table and gave me a nice warm blanket. Everything got better from there.
Still no baby, but they took me back to my room where my parents were waiting for me. They offered me some nice medicine. I really don't remember what they gave me, but it was awesome and knocked me out for a couple hours. Apparently my mom took a video of me telling the story of what had happened, and not only was I shivering the whole time, I was so out of it. I really don't remember a thing.
When I woke up a couple hours later, they took me over to the NICU, where I got to see my baby for the first time. He was on the CPAP and I wasn't allowed to hold or even touch him, but it was definitely a moment that I needed. I was there for maybe 3 minutes and then they wheeled me down to my room. They told me I could come back later when I was a little more rested. The rest of that day was kind of a blur, I just remember how incredibly hard it was for me to move. My every nightmare about a C-Section had come true and I was just at the beginning of recovery. Everyone kept telling me that the fastest way to recover was to get up and move and I found that incredibly hard to believe! But after a couple hours, I really wanted to see my son and hold him!
The moment was surreal. He didn't really feel like my baby, but it was still a great moment. I don't think all the emotion had caught up to me yet.
To sum up the rest of the hospital stay, I was there for the next 3 days, so 4 days total. It was a big blur of trying to heal myself and see my baby as much as I could. By day 3, I was trying to stand and walk as much as I could.
Still no baby, but they took me back to my room where my parents were waiting for me. They offered me some nice medicine. I really don't remember what they gave me, but it was awesome and knocked me out for a couple hours. Apparently my mom took a video of me telling the story of what had happened, and not only was I shivering the whole time, I was so out of it. I really don't remember a thing.
When I woke up a couple hours later, they took me over to the NICU, where I got to see my baby for the first time. He was on the CPAP and I wasn't allowed to hold or even touch him, but it was definitely a moment that I needed. I was there for maybe 3 minutes and then they wheeled me down to my room. They told me I could come back later when I was a little more rested. The rest of that day was kind of a blur, I just remember how incredibly hard it was for me to move. My every nightmare about a C-Section had come true and I was just at the beginning of recovery. Everyone kept telling me that the fastest way to recover was to get up and move and I found that incredibly hard to believe! But after a couple hours, I really wanted to see my son and hold him!
The moment was surreal. He didn't really feel like my baby, but it was still a great moment. I don't think all the emotion had caught up to me yet.
To sum up the rest of the hospital stay, I was there for the next 3 days, so 4 days total. It was a big blur of trying to heal myself and see my baby as much as I could. By day 3, I was trying to stand and walk as much as I could.
The one thing I want to remember most about this whole crazy story, was how well Leka handled everything. I can't think of one person who I would've rather had by my side. He stayed calm and collected despite the lack of sleep and all of the pressure he was faced with. We cried a lot together in that hospital, but we also found reason to laugh and be happy, especially as Tyson grew stronger every day. I found myself expressing gratitude to and for him, pretty much the entire hospital stay.
After I was discharged, I came back to the hospital every single day to attempt breastfeeding.
Tyson's only issues after he was off the CPAP was a lack of oxygen and he didn't have the natural reflex to suck, so they had to feed him through a tube. I did a really good job pumping so that I could keep up with him. I was so determined to breastfeed (SPOILER ALERT- I was successful ;)
After 8 days of what seemed like FOREVER, we got the car seat call! (basically just a call saying to bring in the car seat for inspection- in other words telling you your baby is ready to go home) I cried when I got that call. It doesn't matter how long your baby is in the NICU, it is a hard journey. 1 day or 1 month, it is emotionally draining.
We brought him home on the 9th day, after going to the morning session of general conference. It was such a great day, and one I will never forget.
Tyson Charles Palu
Born on September 24, 2015 at 3:41 am
Weight: 7lbs 6oz Height: 20 in
18 days early
He's our little fighter and we love him so so much. I can't believe how much my love grows for him every single day.
2 kids is tough, but so incredibly worth it! I love my family.
After I was discharged, I came back to the hospital every single day to attempt breastfeeding.
Tyson's only issues after he was off the CPAP was a lack of oxygen and he didn't have the natural reflex to suck, so they had to feed him through a tube. I did a really good job pumping so that I could keep up with him. I was so determined to breastfeed (SPOILER ALERT- I was successful ;)
After 8 days of what seemed like FOREVER, we got the car seat call! (basically just a call saying to bring in the car seat for inspection- in other words telling you your baby is ready to go home) I cried when I got that call. It doesn't matter how long your baby is in the NICU, it is a hard journey. 1 day or 1 month, it is emotionally draining.
We brought him home on the 9th day, after going to the morning session of general conference. It was such a great day, and one I will never forget.
Tyson Charles Palu
Weight: 7lbs 6oz Height: 20 in
18 days early
He's our little fighter and we love him so so much. I can't believe how much my love grows for him every single day.
2 kids is tough, but so incredibly worth it! I love my family.