I want something I can show to my son once he’s old enough to start asking questions. I hope this will help others in my situation to not feel ashamed (which I still do) or embarrassed.
I was sick for the whole week before my son was born. At first I thought I had given myself food poisoning, then I just thought it was bad cramps and they’d go away with time. The last WebMD self diagnosis was a UTI.
Believe it or not, it’s kind of easy to not realize you’re pregnant.
I eventually left work early due to pain and horrible discomfort and made my way to the hospital with my parents by my side. The ER was slow that day but another girl feeling the same discomforts I was had just rolled in during my wait. It turned out she had kidney stones. At that point I decided I had kidney stones too, and then my name was called.
The admitting nurse asked me the normal questions and prepped me to see a doctor. Soon I was sitting in a hospital bed being poked at. The doctor said, “Well, we’re waiting on blood tests to come back and we’ll get you out of here soon.” I liked that idea, but I wanted to know what was wrong with me.
Before the blood tests came back they decided to do an ultrasound. At first they found nothing. The second ultrasound found a little something to cause concern but no one would tell me what.
Within seconds of looking at the results, the doctor ordered me to be whisked me away to another ultrasound room. At that point I decided I most definitely had kidney stones.
The woman started the ultrasound and said, “Yeah, there is a heart beat.” My doctor in the ER asked how far along I was, and that’s when it all started to sink in. The ultrasound tech said 38 to 39 weeks.
I kind of understood what they were saying, and I soon realized I was going to need to tell my parents they were going to be grandparents that very day. The doctor let me break the news to my parents, and then I was being taken to deliver.
By the time I made it to the delivery room I was 8 centimeters along and things weren’t looking good. I was experiencing horrible pre-eclampsia and the baby’s heart rate kept going down.
At the same time, I had all different hospital staff members asking me a bunch of questions. The nurses were prepping me to give birth naturally but, to my delight, I had to have a c-section. They figured the baby wouldn’t make it though a vaginal birth.
He explained everything going on to me and broke down what the doctors did as it was happening. After my son was delivered, he didn’t cry and wasn’t breathing. That’s when the room got quiet. The staff worked quickly, though, and we soon all heard a scream.
The hardest thing that whole day for me was telling my boyfriend he was a father. He’s a filmmaker and was working on his first solo project. He had called me right before I had the baby and I didn’t tell him because I didn’t want to ruin his day. At 8 pm, two hours after our son was born, I told him. It didn’t hit him right away. Just like my parents and I, he kind of just said, “Ok.”
I’ll never forget the first time I saw my son. It was four days after his birth and my boyfriend was there to support me. I was so scared to see Aiden for the first time.
I was afraid of getting attached if he took a turn for the worse. I was also very scared to see him because he was all hooked up to tubes and wires and I thought it was all my fault. He had swallowed meconium and had an infection.
As soon as I held him I was attached. Nine days after his birth, Aiden came home and it’s been a joy since. Where most women get nine months to get ready to become mothers, I only had nine days. It definitely made it more interesting.
Now, after reading this I bet you have a lot of questions. I’ve spent the last month answering them and probably will be for the rest of my life. Believe it or not, it’s kind of easy to not realize you’re pregnant. I didn’t gain an ounce or eat more than I usually did. I never felt the baby kick.
I worked full time up until he was born, so being tired was normal. I had spot bleeding all throughout my pregnancy, but I thought it was just an irregular period. All other symptoms of pregnancy I just brushed off, things like swollen feet (I’m always on my feet at work). I thought morning sickness was just the flu.
One month after all that, as I sit and write this I’m looking at one active little boy. He’s huge now. He’s 22 inches long and well over ten lbs. Aiden’s happy, healthy, and is doing something new every day we don’t expect. Me on the other hand? I’m just a bit tired and getting used to this mommy thing. The only thing I worry about is how much time I have before I’m running after my little monster.