8/25 our precious Selena Marcie Faith made her much anticipated arrival.
Our journey down rainbow road was a difficult one. We were given so many odds and obstacles. Our princess beat and exceeded every one of them.
Near the very end, things started to go south quick. I could feel it in my body that something wasn't right, playing every scenerio through my mind. Yet the doctors were fine with carrying forward, despite everything we had already overcome.
I started having consistent contractions on Sunday 8/23. But I knew if I went in they would surely find a way to stop it and send me back home to wait. So wait I did. All Sunday they were about 30mintues to an hour apart.
Monday I had my final bpp, the ultrasound was picking up contractions, Selena was so far head down they couldn't see my cervix to determine if labor was active, and they were estimating her weight at 4lbs 13oz.
So wait some more I did.
At this point contractions were about 20-30 minutes apart.
Tuesday morning, after a very restless night, my contractions now every 5-7 minutes apart. I started packing bags. Today was the day!! I finally convinced Matthew I was serious this time we loaded the car up and ventured off.
At 11:15 am, I get hooked up in l&d, and my doctor waltzes in and exclaims labor was finally active. We were having a baby that day! My surgery was set for 3pm!
So anxiously Matthew and I decided to keep it a secret, telling only our family and closest of friends.
Around 2:45pm I am wheeled away to the operating room to get prepped for surgery. I was so scared. Not being able to hear her heartbeat constantly on the monitor, sitting on this tiny bed that resembled a crucifixion cross, and a table to the left of instruments that bared resemblance to something out of a saw movie.
There I was strapped to this bed, getting prepped by strangers, there was the anesthesiologist behind me, a male
Nurse to my left, and female nurse to my right. When suddenly, they learned there was no blood in the hospital for me. As I have rh disease and have to have a specific type or my body would reject it. My anesthesiologist was furious. This prompted him to pull up my charts only to see all my vitals were critically low. He was even more mad. My surgery was then postponed until things were stabilized. I had so many iv bags hooked up, and shots I lost count.
I tried shooting the breeze to calm the tension in the room, because my racing mind I was sure I was about to meet my maker and Matthew would be left to raise the children.
The anesthesiologist asked if he could play some music, low and behold the first song on the station was the REO speed wagon song Matthew and I danced to at our wedding just 45 days prior. I knew then God and my sweet serenity had this all under control. Finally 3 hours later, after being strapped to this tiny table, prepped for surgery, with strangers, my surgery was ready to start.
My eyes never left Matthews face, his hand never left mine. I could feel some tugging and pulling and suddenly, the sound I've never heard before. Baby cries. I lost it. My baby was finally here. Alive. A real baby. My baby.
The doctor ordered the nurse to place her next to me. Umbilical cord still attached, covered in goop, there she was. An identical twin of her sister serenity, and daddy, was my sweet Selena. She stopped crying, and turned her face to mine and kissed my cheek. Ooo's and ahh's and happy tears burst into the room.
And I owe it all to a careful anesthesiologist, for catching all my worst nightmares and saving my life. To the best doctor ever, for delivering and keeping a close eye on my baby's progression. And to my husband for enduring many sleepless, nagging nights.
To my sweet angel, for her hedge of protection around her sister.
