The Long and Short

Instead of writing a long blog about what has happened, repeating myself for about the 300th time... Here is the short version.
On 8/16 Dave and I went to the Drive-in and saw a bad movie. I had some nachos and some contractions in the car. They were about 20 mins apart and I thought nothing of it. Came home, stayed up later than usual to watch some cartoons, went to bed. Woke up at 2:30 a.m. by some strange breeze over me... I guess I lost my (grossest word ever) plug. At 4:30 my water broke. Here it goes...
Admitted at 6:30 a.m., she popped out at 1:17 p.m., and when I say pop, I mean pop. Literally, she came out fast and uneventful. Everything went wonderfully, she screamed, she got 9's on her Apgars, she was beautiful.

As I laid there waiting for my placenta to deliver, things started to look darker and darker. The placenta wouldn't deliver... I was rushed into surgery, then things went like this: surgery number one, two blood transfusions, almost died, wouldn't clot, crazy radiology procedure, lots of morphine, four days in the hospital, lots of visitors, and then exhaustion for days on end.

It didn't really occur to me that I could have died until a week and a half later. My mom, who usually plays down health issues, made an emotional comment about how she thought she was going to lose me. It finally hit home... if my mom was worried, it had to be bad. It was... my blood wasn't clotting... the procedure they did in radiology was new. They said that I may have fertility problems later. But to be honest during the entire thing, my only concern was to not have anything interrupt the possibility of breastfeeding. I just kept saying "don't give her any supplements, don't put me under, don't give her a pacifier." I spent the entire time trying to remain calm because they made a comment about how it might make it better. Plus I had to stay tough for Dave, who was about to lose his mind.

He stood there for over four hours holding his new daughter, not knowing what was going on. He was beside himself, didn't make or answer phone calls.

It was scary. It's over now... I have to take iron pills twice a day, I won't be back to normal for months. The baby, now known as Lilliana Mae, is doing great. She changes almost every single day. She's strong and adorable.

More to come another day... Just had to update for myself.