The punchline first, since this isn’t a murder mystery: Kathryn Elizabeth “Liza” Granade was born today at 12:19 P.M. She weighed 7 lbs. 7 oz., and was 19.5″ long. She scored an 8.9 on the Apgar scale.
Getting to that point, now…. We went to the hospital at 1:30 A.M. By 3 A.M. Misty was in active labor. By 8 A.M. she’d stalled — she had contractions but no progress. Two hours later the pain had gotten bad enough that she went from no drugs to in-IV drugs. An hour later she was on a full epidural plus pitocin. Still nothing.
By noon we were worried. Then Liza’s heartbeat dropped and would not come back up. Our doctor walked into our room, looked at the monitors, checked Misty for non-existent progress, and said, “I’m sorry we have to do this, but we’ve got to get that baby out right now, and that means a c-section. We’re taking her now.”
If I didn’t know how dire things were from what she said, her actions told me. She had Misty disconnected from the monitors and her bed moving in two minutes. Our nurse was on her portable hospital phone calling the c-section team. We flew down the hall, our doula and I trying our best to keep up. A minute later Misty was in the operating room, and they determined that they needed to put her to sleep. That meant I stood outside in the hall in a mask and gown I no longer needed and fretted.
Ten minutes later they wheeled Liza out to me.
That was, bar none, the most frightening thing I had ever experienced. If our doula hadn’t been there, I’d have gone insane. She had the time to explain what was going on. The doctors and nurses were too busy saving Liza and Misty both.
Everyone’s resting now, thank goodness. More later as the situation warrants.