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What a great story, Amy! Thank you for sharing your experience with us.

Hugs,

Joe

In a message dated 3/16/2005 12:47:42 A.M. Eastern Standard Time,

blueyedaze@... writes:

I finally wrote a birth experience!

I was admitted on September 17, 2003. The nurses were very sweet and seemed

to be even younger than me! They put the monitor on my belly - Miss Olivia

could feel how nervous I was. I remember thinking that would be the last

time I

felt her hiccups and started to cry. I broke down about 20 times that day.

I

knew I couldn't cry when the time came for my c-section. Intubating a

swollen

nose can only be bad. My mom & stepdad came to visit for a while. I was

bummed because our dogs were are their house and I knew they were lonely.

At

about 7 PM, they went home. The anesthesiologist came in for our final

talk. We

discussed whether or not he should go through my mouth, the risk of breaking

blood vessels if he went through my nose, the fact that he may not be able

to

get the tube in at all... breakdown number... ah, hell, I lost count. I made

him promise to do his best and take me off the vent immediately. I needed

some fresh air, I couldn't stand just sitting in that room. We went outside

around 9 PM and it was a beautiful, crisp and clear night. I remember

looking up

at the sky, the stars seemed unusually bright. For so long, I was fixated

on

the fact that I was going to have surgery; surgery that may very well have

taken my life. No, in a few hours I was going to have a baby. The baby no

one

thought I could (or should) ever have.

We spent the majority of the night squished in a hospital bed. We laughed

and we cried. We joked that this would be the last night we'd ever be alone

so

we'd better sleep while we can. Around 5 AM, the vampire came in to draw my

blood. Of course, I had just dozed off. My mom and dad arrived around 6:30

AM.

I didn't want anyone there - I knew it'd be too hard for me to see them

knowing they thought they'd be saying goodbye. By this time, I was

somewhere else

mentally. I had to stay composed.

Dr. Kanaan came in to say hello. We exchanged smiles and he asked if I was

ready. I remember saying, " no, but I hope you are! " He chuckled. He left to

go

have breakfast and soon after, the OR nurse and my favorite OB nurse, Rona,

came in. They put some silly cap on my head and gave Will some ill-fitting

scrubs. They were ready to take me into the pre-op room. I remember it

being

really chaotic - my mom grabbed Olivia's diaper bag along with all my crap.

She

was trying hard not to lose it and only now do I realize how your entire

being aches for your child.

We said bye quickly - I couldn't look her in the eyes. The pre-op room was

freezing. They put the monitor on - she was hiccupping again. The

anesthesiologist put my IV in on the first try. Thank god for small favors.

We got the

OK, the room was ready. Operating room #13. I had to laugh. Only my luck, I

swear. The ride to the OR seemed so long and wind-y. Half of the walls in

the

hallway were this reflective metal - I remember it feeling so surreal. I

was

quietly singing a Hatebreed song. Heh. " now is the time for me to rise to

my

feet. wipe the spit from my face. wipe the tears from my eyes. "

We get into the OR and transfer to the bed. There are like 12 people in

there all coming at me, placing wires and electrodes. The ENT marked my

throat in

case he couldn't intubate me. Oh, joy. They started spraying stuff up my

left nostril, some sort of vasoconstrictor and numbing solution. At this

point,

Will was holding my hand and rubbing my head. Nose stretcher #1 slides in

fairly easily. A few minutes pass - #2 slides in and I gagged some. I'm not

crystal clear how it happened, but it was more upsetting for both of us so

Will

stepped outside. He kissed my head and said, " don't forget the donut. " Only

my

husband.

Number 3 goes in and it HURT. I pleaded for something to calm my nerves,

but

they said it was too dangerous. Now they're trying to place the ET tube and

I had my fill - I was a wreck. I remember telling them I couldn't breathe -

my heart rate was 189. As I was freaking out, Dr. Kanaan grabbed my hand

and

was comforting me. Well, trying anyway. Tube finally slips in, I feel one

breath of the respirator and I'm gone. Not a second too soon.

Olivia was born on September 18, 2003 at 9:50 AM. She was 5 lbs 1.6 oz &

18 "

long. She was here and I was asleep!

They woke me up and took me off the respirator. I have no conscious memory

of this, thank god. I went to the recovery room - I had never come off a

respirator without going into resp. failure thus needing a trach. I was

alive. In

pain, but ALIVE! Will came in and told me she was ok. Hurricane Isabel was

supposed to hit the coast on 9/18. Instead, it was a warm, sunny day. We

decided to have her middle name be Isabelle.

The End... well, the beginning. ;)

Amy

Wife to Will 11/3/95

Mother to Olivia Isabelle 9/18/03

http://www.babiesonline.com/babies/o/oliviathegreat/

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Hurray!

You should post that on a webpage. Maybe we could make a SMA mom birth

experiences page! :)

Jenn

blueyedaze@... wrote:

>I finally wrote a birth experience!

>

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I am so glad you finally did this! ;-) Hugs to you, sister!

Blessings,

Holly

After 18 months..

>

> I finally wrote a birth experience!

>

> I was admitted on September 17, 2003. The nurses were very sweet and

> seemed

> to be even younger than me! They put the monitor on my belly - Miss Olivia

> could feel how nervous I was. I remember thinking that would be the last

> time I

> felt her hiccups and started to cry. I broke down about 20 times that

> day. I

> knew I couldn't cry when the time came for my c-section. Intubating a

> swollen

> nose can only be bad. My mom & stepdad came to visit for a while. I was

> bummed because our dogs were are their house and I knew they were lonely.

> At

> about 7 PM, they went home. The anesthesiologist came in for our final

> talk. We

> discussed whether or not he should go through my mouth, the risk of

> breaking

> blood vessels if he went through my nose, the fact that he may not be able

> to

> get the tube in at all... breakdown number... ah, hell, I lost count. I

> made

> him promise to do his best and take me off the vent immediately. I needed

> some fresh air, I couldn't stand just sitting in that room. We went

> outside

> around 9 PM and it was a beautiful, crisp and clear night. I remember

> looking up

> at the sky, the stars seemed unusually bright. For so long, I was fixated

> on

> the fact that I was going to have surgery; surgery that may very well

> have

> taken my life. No, in a few hours I was going to have a baby. The baby no

> one

> thought I could (or should) ever have.

> We spent the majority of the night squished in a hospital bed. We laughed

> and we cried. We joked that this would be the last night we'd ever be

> alone so

> we'd better sleep while we can. Around 5 AM, the vampire came in to draw

> my

> blood. Of course, I had just dozed off. My mom and dad arrived around

> 6:30 AM.

> I didn't want anyone there - I knew it'd be too hard for me to see them

> knowing they thought they'd be saying goodbye. By this time, I was

> somewhere else

> mentally. I had to stay composed.

> Dr. Kanaan came in to say hello. We exchanged smiles and he asked if I

> was

> ready. I remember saying, " no, but I hope you are! " He chuckled. He left

> to go

> have breakfast and soon after, the OR nurse and my favorite OB nurse,

> Rona,

> came in. They put some silly cap on my head and gave Will some

> ill-fitting

> scrubs. They were ready to take me into the pre-op room. I remember it

> being

> really chaotic - my mom grabbed Olivia's diaper bag along with all my

> crap. She

> was trying hard not to lose it and only now do I realize how your entire

> being aches for your child.

> We said bye quickly - I couldn't look her in the eyes. The pre-op room

> was

> freezing. They put the monitor on - she was hiccupping again. The

> anesthesiologist put my IV in on the first try. Thank god for small

> favors. We got the

> OK, the room was ready. Operating room #13. I had to laugh. Only my luck,

> I

> swear. The ride to the OR seemed so long and wind-y. Half of the walls in

> the

> hallway were this reflective metal - I remember it feeling so surreal. I

> was

> quietly singing a Hatebreed song. Heh. " now is the time for me to rise to

> my

> feet. wipe the spit from my face. wipe the tears from my eyes. "

> We get into the OR and transfer to the bed. There are like 12 people in

> there all coming at me, placing wires and electrodes. The ENT marked my

> throat in

> case he couldn't intubate me. Oh, joy. They started spraying stuff up my

> left nostril, some sort of vasoconstrictor and numbing solution. At this

> point,

> Will was holding my hand and rubbing my head. Nose stretcher #1 slides in

> fairly easily. A few minutes pass - #2 slides in and I gagged some. I'm

> not

> crystal clear how it happened, but it was more upsetting for both of us

> so Will

> stepped outside. He kissed my head and said, " don't forget the donut. "

> Only my

> husband.

> Number 3 goes in and it HURT. I pleaded for something to calm my nerves,

> but

> they said it was too dangerous. Now they're trying to place the ET tube

> and

> I had my fill - I was a wreck. I remember telling them I couldn't

> breathe -

> my heart rate was 189. As I was freaking out, Dr. Kanaan grabbed my hand

> and

> was comforting me. Well, trying anyway. Tube finally slips in, I feel one

> breath of the respirator and I'm gone. Not a second too soon.

> Olivia was born on September 18, 2003 at 9:50 AM. She was 5 lbs 1.6 oz &

> 18 "

> long. She was here and I was asleep!

> They woke me up and took me off the respirator. I have no conscious

> memory

> of this, thank god. I went to the recovery room - I had never come off a

> respirator without going into resp. failure thus needing a trach. I was

> alive. In

> pain, but ALIVE! Will came in and told me she was ok. Hurricane Isabel

> was

> supposed to hit the coast on 9/18. Instead, it was a warm, sunny day. We

> decided to have her middle name be Isabelle.

> The End... well, the beginning. ;)

>

> Amy

> Wife to Will 11/3/95

> Mother to Olivia Isabelle 9/18/03

> http://www.babiesonline.com/babies/o/oliviathegreat/

>

>

>

>

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I'd love to see such a page! :-)

Blessings,

Holly

Re: After 18 months..

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> Hurray!

>

> You should post that on a webpage. Maybe we could make a SMA mom birth

> experiences page! :)

>

> Jenn

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> blueyedaze@... wrote:

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>>I finally wrote a birth experience!

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Me too. Will help if you wish.

Bettylou

Holly Payne wrote:

> I'd love to see such a page! :-)

>

> Blessings,

> Holly

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> Re: After 18 months..

>

>

> >

> > Hurray!

> >

> > You should post that on a webpage. Maybe we could make a SMA mom birth

> > experiences page! :)

> >

> > Jenn

> >

> > blueyedaze@... wrote:

> >

> >>I finally wrote a birth experience!

> >>

> >>

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