Once we were done there, I had an apt with my OB scheduled right after. Once we were in the room, the nurse came in and hooked me up to a monitor. I asked her why and she just said it was because I was getting further along. I thought that was a little strange because I was only 34 weeks along. But I wasn't worried at that point.
After a half hour of monitoring, the doctor finally came in. She told us that the baby was not getting the nutrients or blood flow through the umbilical cord that he needed and he has stopped growing and we needed to gt him out. Today?! Yes today. He's going to be ok right? He will be just fine.
She told us to go home, get some stuff together and that Labor & Delivery would be expecting us shortly.
I called my mom and sister Alyssa and they both were able to head right up. My papa just happened to be up and the Naval Base and were were able to send the girls back to Orem with him to be watched by Paige, Dallin, Jerry, Grandma and Grandpa Smith, and I'm sure a few other family members.
We arrived at the hospital around 1. They immediately tried to induce labor. The goal my entire pregnancy was to have a natural birth. I had taken hypno birthing classes to control my pain. Inducing labor was already a step away from my plan but, I wanted to do it as natural as possible. My doctor was very supportive of my plan and what I wanted and was going to try everything she could to give me what I wanted.
They tried something called Cervidil first. After 12 hours, they checked me to see if I had started dilating. NOPE. Then they decided to start Pitocin to see if that would work. Every 4 hours or so, the Dr came in to check if I was dilating. No Progress.... No Progress.... In the mean time, I did start to have small contractions. I used my hypnosis and was able to stay comfortable during them. They kept increasing the Pitocin until they were at the max. My contractions continued and I had dilated to a 1/2. It had been so long and I was not even to a 1! It was so frustrating. The Dr decided that we would try one last medication- I can't remember what it was called. Again every 4 hours I was checked. My body was not responding to anything. I was so frustrated.
After trying all if that, it had been about 36 hours since I checked into the hospital. I had this nurse at that time that kept telling me that I should stop trying and just have a C Section. That was not even an option for me. It was absolutely the last thing I wanted to do. I hadn't even considered it and I was very annoyed that this nurse was running her mouth saying all sorts of opinions that I wasn't interested in hearing. The next step was to start over with the Cervidil again. I was very frustrated that my body was not responding at this point. I was contracting but not dialaing. I asked the nurse if she would call my doctor and ask her we could do another ultrasound. I trusted what had been said from the other ultrasound but I wanted to get a second look at it and maybe the baby would be in a better position to get better readings and measurements. My doctor agreed and ordered the ultrasound.
The 2nd ultrasound showed that everything that the 1st tech had detected was correct. In addition, the flow in the cord had gotten worse over the past 48 hours. Instead of absent flow in parts of the umbilical cord, there was reverse flow where blood was going in to the baby and then coming back out. Also, within the time of the first and second ultrasound, baby had gone from head down to head up and was now in the breach position.
After the ultrasound, the doctor and nurses came in and she told me that she was very sorry that I was not going t be able to do this the way I wanted and we had to get the baby out. So, a c-Section became to new plan. I was scared. Really scared.
They took me to the operating room. The anesthesiologist had to numb and stick me 3 times because he couldn't get it in the right spot. This was the most pain I had been in so far. I handled the first one but when he had to keep starting over, all I could do was cry. It was very painful. I'm not sure if it supposed to be or if that guy was just tired cause it was the middle of the night.
Brett was able to came in after I was numb and they got going on getting the baby out. Brett watched the whole thing while holding my hand. The baby did not want to come out. It was a struggle for them to pull him out. When they finally did get him out, they rushed him right out of the room. I had a bit of a panic attack at this point. I felt like I couldn't breathe. The anesthesiologist assured me that I was breathing just fine but I was panicking. He put something in my iv to calm me and after that is a bit of a blur. I remember going back into my room and I had to wait one hour to be able to see my baby.
They finally took me back there and I was able to see my teeny baby. He was so precious and so small. They would not let me hold him and I wasn't able to stay long.
Baby was born early Wednesday morning and did not have a name until Friday evening. It was the hardest thing to name him. We had sen the name Judson on a random list on the Internet once and Brett really liked it. We had a list of names that we were narrowing down and one day it just clicked that Judson was the right name. With a last name like Smith, we wanted something unique but not weird. It is perfect for him.