22 years ago today

I couldn't take the back pains anymore. I had gone to the emergency room two days earlier for the agony shooting up my legs and spine. They sent me home. Told me I had a "raw uterus" and that my pain meant nothing. I went to practice the next day, Friday. I was to perform as a chanteuse at a local nightclub the following week. After I got home from practice, I laid up in bed, hoping the pain would subside.

It didn't. I slept the rest of Friday only waking to take aspirin and go to the bathroom. On Saturday, I gritted through the day trying to keep my mind occupied with teevee. About this time, 11:00 pm, I realized that the doctors were wrong. My pain was not "nothing". I banged on my roommate's door, begging her to go to a neighbor's apartment to call an ambulance because we didn't have a phone. Fucking cow wouldn't even answer. I got up and struggled to my next-door neighbor's apartment. By that time, it was past midnight.

I had woken him up from sleep. After a bit, he finally realized I was telling him that I was in serious trouble and I needed an ambulance. He called one. Little did I know, he also called my best friend and told her what was going on. The ambulance came and took me to the emergency room.

My best friend was already there, waiting for me. My brother showed up too. They took turns by my side. Some clip-board lady kept asking me questions while I was screaming. The male nurse was very calm as he checked my uterus. At some point I yelled to the clip-board lady "Get the hell out of my face, bitch!". I was hysterical in the clinical sense of the word. I was crying, yelling and causing an impressive scene. I kept thinking:

"This can't be happening. This isn't real. I want it to stop. I want to go home."

Finally, the obstetrician grabbed me by the arm and looked me in the eye:

"You are having this baby whether you like it or not. We aren't going to give you any pain medication because it would hurt the baby. We are going to give you a sedative because you have lost control. Now, knock it off."

I loved that doctor. I was six months pregnant. I didn't know that babies could be born that early.

After the sedative, things got better. The pain didn't stop but since I was relatively immobilized, I calmed the fuck down.

Not long afterwards, I felt the baby coming. I announced loudly Something's happening!"

They whisked me into the operating room. A team around me, telling me "Don't push!"

Well, I pushed. I saw the head pop out. The team barely had time to catch her. They took her out of me and huddled around her. I asked the others attending to me:

"Is it dead?"

They said no.

A little bit later, they carted her by me in her Isolette. Someone said: "Would you like to see your little girl before we take her down to the NICU?"

I looked over to this tiny thing with scaly skin and she smiled at me.

Then I passed out.

Happy 22nd Birthday, blogslut jr.

So Jr. got through the NICU? What happened next?

...and happy birthday

But, that's for another time. :)

My son was born with a punctured lung. I spent the first few hours of his life with him in NICU. Not a fun place at all.

Happy Birthday to blogslut jr.:) :hi:

Never heard that before! Glad things worked out and Happy Birthday, blogslut jr.!

:party:

Hard to believe she's already a teenager... :)