Mia Gimathea Ho Mira made her grand entrance on May 27, 2016 @ 12:11 am, weighing in at 7 lbs 2 oz.
I was induced into labor with my induction starting 24 hours prior to her arrival. It was a long process, but I’ve always said that every second was worth it once I saw her take her first breath and then held her in my arms.
About 6 hours into labor, I decided to ask for the epidural. The contractions were already starting to get stronger, while my effacement & dilatation were moving in a slower speed. Ten hours into my induction, I was still only 2 cm dilated with 50% effacement. I still had a long way to go!
I was already on bed rest because once they start the epidural, the foley catheter is inserted. I can’t complain too much though because it really did help alleviate the contraction discomfort. Let me just say this now: I have a LOT of respect for and am amazed at people who choose not to have epidurals. I can just imagine the pain that they feel, and how strong they are for fighting through it without the aid of anesthesia or any other medications. Near the end of my delivery, the contractions were still making it through the epidural, so I can just imagine what it must feel like without it.
I was discharged after the usual 24 hour stay in post partum. I ambulated right after they took off my epidural and was transferred to my room in a wheelchair. I was adamant about moving around right away, so that my recovery would be fast. Mia, on the other hand, stayed an extra 4 days in the neonatal intensive care unit. My blood type is O+ while my husband is A+. Mia was born with daddy’s blood type. While it’s not the full blown rh incompatibility, Mia and I did have an ABO (blood type) incompatibility, where if our blood mixed, I would form antibodies to fight off her blood causing a possible hemolytic reaction where her red blood cells die in a faster rate but her tiny little body can’t replace them as fast which then causes excess bilirubin to stay in her system, making her have a yellowish tint.
When I was in the nursing program, I absolutely disliked doing rotations in pediatrics or nursery because I hated seeing the babies being poked or stuck for IVs. I know it’s for their own good. I know that it’ll help them get the medication that they need, but seeing my first born with that IV board and getting the treatment that the doctor ordered was gut-wrenching. I wanted to be in her shoes, so that I could take the pain for her. I’ll take her blood draws, her IV start, everything!
For four days, my husband and I drove back and forth from our house to the hospital at least 3 times a day. We wanted to be there for her feeding and just to hold her, even if it was just for 30 minutes during her feeding time.
She was under phototherapy for her bilirubin levels, so we didn’t really get to hold her all the time. It was for her own good, and I understood that. The first time that she cried when we had to go, I couldn’t take it. I wanted to stay and just sleep on the chair next to her bed.
On the day that I was discharged, I cried myself to sleep. I was besides myself. I googled everything I could about ABO incompatibilities and read several stories from people about their experiences. It wasn’t until I read good outcomes that I was finally able to sleep. I think I slept for 2 hours and woke my husband up really early in the morning to go back to the hospital so that I could ask the neonatologist a few questions. Once I heard their plan, it was a little bit easier.
My husband and I had a routine. We arrived at the hospital for her morning feeding, just in time to speak to whoever was rounding. Then, we would go each lunch, come back in the afternoon and feed her again. Then go to dinner and come back at night to meet the night nurses. That was our routine for 4 days, but it was the longest 4 days of my life.
Finally, on June 1st, 2012, they told us that she was getting discharged.
Her bilirubin, red blood cells, hematocrit, and hemoglobin levels were all within normal limits for discharge. The outfit that I had prepared for her to be discharged in was finally being put to use. But at that point, I probably would have just grabbed her without any clothes and run off with her to make sure they didn’t change their minds and keep her at the hospital longer.