Eight weeks ago we welcomed our newest member of the DeMille family and I almost died. I’ve struggled with when and how I wanted to share this story but here it goes.
I went into labor on the Wednesday night before Thanksgiving. I labored at home with my amazing doula, Joleen for about 10 hours. I assumed that I would go fast because my previous two VBACS were 7 & 6 hours. I was wrong and very surprised to find out that I labored for 14 hours!
The labor was very stalled. My contractions were consistently 5 minutes apart for about two hours and then would drop to 10-12 minutes apart for an hour. About 12-13 hours into labor, on Thanksgiving, my water finally broke. I hopped in the shower and than very quickly said that we needed to go to the hospital because I was feeling pressure.
After arriving at the hospital I was 7 cm dilated and quickly went into transitioning. My plan was to do intermittent monitoring but that quickly went out of the window when the baby was in distress and facing the wrong way. While I was pushing his heart rate dropped from 120 to 60 and they decided to perform an emergency vacuum to get the baby out.
I ended up with an episiotomy as they vacuumed his head out. Once the head was out his shoulder was stuck and they literally ripped him out of me. I was going all natural with no pain meds so this was horrific and several swear words were thrown around! I ended up needing a 4th degree repair. My anus, perineum, inside the vagina and the the wall that separates the vagina from the anus was all ripped and had to be stitched.
A few hours later when I thought that the worst was behind me, I ended up bleededing out. My uterus wasn’t contracting properly and I began hemorrhaging. The blood and clots just came pouring out and showed no signs of stopping! For the second time that day the room filled with doctors and nurses. My abdomen was on fire, I was vomiting, bleeding and in severe pain.
I was dying. They rushed me to the OR, called a code and prepped me for an emergency hysterectomy. I’ll never forget the feeling of laying on the table with bright lights in my face, being shoved around as the doctor leans over and says “In order to save your life, we must perform a hysterectomy.”
I woke up the next day in recovery. It has been awful!! I had no idea that Ender would be my last child. I was devastated! I am thankful that Baby Ender is strong, healthy and now I am home with all of my boys. This post is quite long so I’ll give you part two of the story on a later date.