Although it took Chris and I quite some time to recover from the shock and fright we both felt. This was the end of trying to sleep for both of us. From this point on I was progressing quickly from 3 centimeters to 5, and so forth. Sometime in the wee hours of the morning I was already at 8 centimeters. All of this with no Pitocin and no further medical assistance. But this is were I stayed. I was stuck at 8 centimeters until 10:00 am the next day, which took so long to come. They decided to start me on Pitcocin to try and get the contractions to come stronger. This had no effect on my dialation and only seemed to stress out Makenna. Finally, at 1:30 pm on July 12th, my doctors decided we had had enough and they were going in after her.
They wheeled me down to the operating room and Chris donned is scrubs and waited for the doctors to let him into the OR. They loaded me up on narcotics and waited for them to set in. I was so scared that I would feel them cutting into my stomach. Every time the doctor asked me if I felt the knife poking me, I quickly answered "Yes, I feel that" and we would wait some more. Finally, the doctor wised up and asked me to tell him when I felt the knife poke me, and of course, I had no answer. They brought Chris into the room to sit by my head and hold my hand, which I really needed because I was scared to death. But in a matter of minutes, the doctor by my head told Chris to peek over the curtain and he was able to watch them pull Makenna out of my stomach. They held her little body up over the curtain so I could see her and she was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. She looked like a little white and pink buddah statue. The first time I heard her cry, it ripped my heart in two. I would do anything to make this little person happy for the rest of her life. They wisked Makenna away and finished with my surgery. Makenna went to the nursery and I was off to the recovery room.
I was stuck in the recovery room for what seemed like forever. There was something wrong with my vital signs and they could not let me leave until I leveled out. The more they checked me, the more anxious I became. I just wanted to get out of there and hold my baby. And it seemed like the nurse really wanted to get me out of there too. I was so worried that someone was going to hold my baby before me (which I had given Chris explicit instructions to prevent from happening). Little did I know, no one would be holding her for a while yet. The nurse finally told me that Makenna was having complications and was in the special needs nursery. She was on oxygen and had monitors all over her. The nurse was trying to get my vitals in order so that I could go to see her in the nursery because they would not be able to bring her to our room for quite some time. At this news, I completely lost it. I was so overwhlemed by the scare we had had earlier and now knowing that something was wrong with my baby and I could not do anything about it. I just wanted to go to her, no matter what was going on with me. I was in tears and all alone in the recovery room. The nurse quickly went out into the hallway and returned with Chris, who quickly showed me pictures of Makenna and reassured me that she was ok and everything was going to be fine. He was my rock.
An eternity later, I was cleared to leave the recovery room. The nurses wheeled my entire bed down the hall, past all of our family and friends, and into the special needs nursery. I was finally able to hold my baby. She was swaddled up, but had monitors coming out of every fold in the blanket. They had to unplug her from all the machines so I could hold her. I was beside myself with worry and just wanted to stay there with her and hold her. The nurses reassured me that they would bring her to me as soon as they were able, even if only for an hour. I was taken to my room while Chris stayed behind to take our family members into the nursery one at a time to see Makenna.
We later found out that the reason I was not progressing any further was because Makenna was trying to come out sideways. She was unable to move down any further to push open my cervix because of her position. But it was a good thing, at 8 lbs, I don't think I would have been able to push her out myself anyway. She had a dark entry into this world but she has been the light of my life ever since.
