Ashley Elizabeth's Birth Story By Debbie Print
Birth Stories - C-Section Birth Stories
Friday, 14 November 2008 15:05
Ashley Elizabeth DiFonzo entered the world screaming on May 7, 1997 at 3:25 pm. Here is her story...

Her original due date was June 5th, but the two ultra sounds pushed the date back to the end of June. I was pretty confident on the date of conception, so June 5th was the date for me...

My blood pressure was high during the month of March and into April. I was put on bedrest on April 28th -- no working, no playing with the computer, nothing but laying on my left side in bed...I cheated a little -- it was hard to stay in bed, and just as difficult to lay on my left side...My family and friends had a baby shower for us on Sunday, May 4th. I was forbidden to walk around -- sat in a chair for dinner and to open gifts, until it was time to go back home.

On Tuesday, May 6th, I was extra crabby. Ray had the day off, and the weather was nice. I didn't feel sick, so it was taxing to stay in bed. I wasn't a nice person that day. . . On Wednesday, Ray left for work at 7 am. I fell back asleep, waking at 9 am to rush to the bathroom. For the next half hour, I stayed close to the bathroom -- my system was obviously cleaning itself out!! Not thinking much of it, I went back to bed at 9:45 or so. Drifting back to sleep, I awoke at 10:15 am with the need to go to the bathroom again. I stood up, and my water broke. A gush of fluid rushed over my hardwood floors. I happened to have a basket of laundry to fold in the room, by the closet. I grabbed a kitchen towel to put between my legs as I raced to the bathroom.

Okay, I thought, now what? Then the contractions started. They were rather close -- 3 minutes -- but not overly painful. It was 10:25 am or so, and I sat in the bathroom debating what to do next. . . Going back into the bedroom, I looked up the number for the Doctors office. Calling them, I got the answering service. I left a message that I needed to speak to a Doctor, as I thought my water had broke. Oh, said the service, "you need to speak to a nurse in Labor & Delivery; I'll put you through to the hospital." Talking to the nurse confirmed I needed to come into the hospital as soon as possible. . .

Hanging up the phone, I called Ray at work, telling him he needed to come home. He was on his way. I then took a shower and put on some make up. Ray called from the car, frantic. I told him to relax, there was nothing he could do until he got home...As I got dressed, Ray packed a bag for me. I wasn't ready with that -- I thought I still had five weeks or so! He had to help me on with my shoes, as the contractions were becoming stronger...

After hitting every red light we could, we arrived at the hospital at 12:15. Hooking me up to the monitors, they confirmed my water had indeed broke. They had trouble finding and keeping the baby's heartbeat on the monitor. I was 3 cm dilated...They couldn't find a vein for the i.v. and I had to wait for the an. to put an i.v. in my hand. The nurse said she would page one of my Doctors, as no one from the practice was currently at the hospital...By 2:20 I wanted to throw up, and I remembered from my prenatal class that that was a good sign, things were progressing. . . The nurse came back to check, and became very worried, calling in another nurse. By this time 2:45 or so, I was fully dilated. . . The second nurse confimed what worried the first nurse -- the baby was not head down, but "butt" down. They told me the Doctor was not yet in the building, but they were going to get an operating room and me ready for a C-section. They brought papers for Ray to sign. . .By 3 pm the urge to push was incredable. They told me not to give in, not to push. It was the most difficult part so far -- breathing did not rid me of the urge...

I was wheeled into the operating room, and preped for my C-section. The an arrived, asking me how long I had know the baby was breach. I said I didn't, two weeks earlier I had been told the baby had dropped and everything was fine!

I was given a spinal, as I had nothing for pain until then. During the spinal, I was told to stay perfectly still -- the urge to push at that time made me light headed, I thought I would pass out...They brought Ray back into the room, he sat on my side of the blue screen. . . I felt nothing, but a little pressure. I waited, holding onto Ray's hand...

At 3:25 pm I heard a scream, as they announced we had a baby girl. The cry sent relief pouring through my body...the nurse said she was perfect and they all told me to relax. . . A few minutes later, the neo-natalogist wheeled her past, saying he was taking her to the neo-natal intensive care until. Without warning, without any other information, my daughter was wisked away from me. I hadn't yet held her; I hadn't yet looked into her eyes...

They finished with me; taking Ray into recovery to wait for me. Upon arriving, I asked if Ray could go visit our daughter. They showed him the way. . .My temp was way up in recovery and I had the shakes so bad. They kept putting warm blankets on me and talking to me -- didn't they realize, all I wanted to know about was my little girl? Ray finally came back, announcing he got to touch her and she was fine. They took her into NICU becauce of her tiny size. They did not have to give her O2 or put a feeding tube in -- she took a bottle. But, she was small -- 4 lbs, 10 oz, 16 inches. Her color was great -- "pinked up" and she was doing good...

Two hours later, they were ready to move me to my room on the Mother/Baby floor -- the only problem was I had not yet seen my Baby. The nurse agreed to wheel my bed into NICU so I could at least look at Ashley... I could see her body, but the angle would not allow me to see her face..I was relieved -- no tubes, no wires, no machines were attached to my daughter. . .

A few tears slid silently down my face -- we had come so far. My Mom had four miscarraiges -- she was my miracle baby. . . Relief flooded my soul...

Ray saw me settled into my room. Then, I sent him back to check on Ashley. I was so afraid something would change; that they would say they found something wrong with my girl...

The night was full of wonder about my daughter and an empty feeling -- Daddy had bonded, but Mommy had yet to touch her, to talk to her. I was profoundly jealous of my husband, yet relieved that he was there for her. It was such a mixture of feelings. . .

Thursday afternoon, 24 hours after Ashley was born, they released her from NICU. They said she was fine and she would be ready to go home with Mom in a few days. (Our insurance allowed us to stay until Saturday.) I finally got to hold, touch and talk to my Baby. . .

Due to complications with my wound, we didn't leave the hospital until Tuesday -- almost a full week after the birth. They wanted to keep me in, but the insurance company wanted Ashley to go home -- she was fine! I wouldn't let them discharge her and not me. We were a package deal. So, my doctor agreed to let me go home too. (The first three days home I had a nurse visit me.) As they wheeled me out of Mother/Baby and into the elevator, I cried like a little child. The relief I felt could no longer be contained. . .We were going home as a family, and everyone was going to be fine...

Ashley went for her first check up -- at two weeks she was up to 5 lbs, 2 oz and 18 inches!! She looks just like her Daddy!!...I am still going to the Doctor daily, and will need to do so for at least the next two weeks. (Before going home, they opened up my incision -- Ray and the Doctor are doing wound care. The process has been long and painful. I apparently had a Staph infection in my incision.)

I am thankful that the pain and discomfort has been mine, not Ashley's. With the history of miscarraiges, the high blood pressure, the breech position -- we really do have a miracle baby!