And so he arrived.
On Feb 6th 2014, as planned we headed into the hospital for a Csection. Not the way this earth mamma really wanted to deliver however, one that we had decided was safest for us given past birth complications.
We had found ourselves a wonderful Ob, one who would later come to save the day.
Everything went as planned with the Csection. He arrived safe and sound, at around 7pm all 9.2 (correction from 9.1) pounds of him, at 38 weeks on the dot.
The cord was securely around his neck however that was a quick fix. He gave us all a squeal and all was well with the world.
During the pregnancy I had come to spend most of it – well, unwell. I found myself at the end unable to do much at all. Its funny how easily we get use to discomfort.
Puffy, breathless and unable to sleep laying down seemed completely normal for pregnancy. And even my dreams of drowning and waking up gasping for air seemed completely reasonable given that I carry such big babies.
So really, I thought little of it.
We arrived home with our new bundle and it wasn’t really until then that I realized that possibly something could be wrong. I settled into my chair to sleep at night wondering if I would ever feel safe enough to sleep laying down when it occurred to me that really this should have stopped.
I had begun to fear sleep in case I might not ever wake.
Simon, (Art senior), put his foot down and made an appointment with our family GP for the next day.
The GP told me that once the extra baby weight settles down, so too will the breathing and that everything should be right in the world once again. So we headed home with our minds set that this was to be my new reality for a while. Just to make sure, I rang my Ob and explained to the receptionist what was happening.
Thats when it all began. Thank goodness for our wonderful Ob.
After a quick visit to her office, she rush me off for a CT scan and ultrasound looking for blockages, however instead they found a fair amount of fluid on my lungs.
With that we knew something was amiss and found ourselves in ICU attached to all sorts of machinery and surrounded by lovely caring nurses.
It was all a little frightening.
So, it seems I have a heart condition that has apparently always been there and probably always will. From what we were told its progressive however manageable and after a regime of liquid reducing drugs I now can lay down and sleep like a baby, with my baby.
It really will be months until we find out just what is going on exactly.
However, for now, all is well that ends well.
I do hope that by posting this that it might help someone else out there who feels similar symptoms to seek help sooner.
Yes to breathing again. And welcome to our little man who not only arrived in our arms however also introduced me to a condition that could have possibly gone un-diagnosed until ..well, the end.
My little saviour.
I just want to take this moment to thank everyone for their well wishes, support and for your congrats. We feel overwhelmed. Thank you, from the bottom of my heart.
P.s For those asking. If you are in Canberra, and want a fantastic Ob – I highly recommend Rebecca McCormack : (02) 6162 3036 (At Deakin – Gaia Woman’s Specialists). Make sure you tell her I said hi and thank you!