Christine asked how we got here, and I’ve been vague so far, so here’s the story of Charlie’s birth. Perhaps I’ll get into the aftermath later–perhaps not. Just thinking about it makes me want throw up and curl up on the bathroom floor, so I might not be ready for all that.
Almost as soon as I turned 37 weeks, I started to notice that Charlie wasn’t moving around as much. Consult any baby book, and they will tell you that this is common. I was having regular appointments, and everything seemed fine, so I chalked it up to my own nueroses.
On Wednesday I noticed fetal movement at lunch, and then didn’t notice it again for the rest of the day. After dinner, I became concerned. I lied down on the couch and waited to feel my baby move. Through show after show I waited and waited, and there was no movement. After a while, I started trying the tricks recommended in books: caffeine, sweet drinks, and a cell phone set to vibrate. Still, no movement. At 2:45 in the morning, I’d had enough. If I was officially labelled "the crazy one" I did NOT care–something was wrong. I called Labor and Delivery, talked with a nurse, and she suggested I come in and get a stress test done just for piece of mind.
I arrived at the hospital a little after three, and to my relief a heart beat was picked up immediately. Whew. Unfortunately, it wasn’t the type of heart beat you want to hear in a baby. The machine was registering 130 beats a minute, but the nurse felt something was wrong. Rather than going by the machine, she used a good ole fashioned watch and found that Charlie’s heart was beating closer to 270 beats a minutes–so fast, the monitor couldn’t count every beat.
By five a.m. Charlie had been delivered by emergency c-section. The doctors have no idea how long his heart had been beating like that, but they know it was probably several days. I know it my heart that he woudn’t not have survived much longer like that. I thank God for that nurse and her intuition.
Keep up the prayers. Someone said they don’t know what to write when they come here. You don’t have to write a thing. Every prayer and thought is felt through the miles, and I know that this is what has kept him here.