The Mommy & Daddy Diaries

My pregnancy was the perfect pregnancy. Smooth and no complications whatsoever. At every doctor's appointment, she would always say "everything looks perfect". 

On February 6th, my dad's birthday, I was feeling great all morning like any other day. As the day progressed, I started to feel more and more pressure with some slight back pains. I had felt this once before and upon telling my doctor this at our most recent visit, she told me to call them the next time I felt like that. So, I did just that and was advised to come down to the office to be checked.  When I got there I was hooked up to the machine where they found out that I was having contractions every 3-5 minutes apart! They checked me and I was 2 cm dilated. They sent me to labor and delivery to be hooked up and monitored some more. I was 33 weeks and 3 days. 

This was the morning of the 6th

And this was the afternoon

They did not think I was in labor, at least that's what they kept telling me. However, I was staying overnight to be monitored. As the night progressed, my contractions got stronger and stronger and were getting closer together. At this point the pain was borderline excruciating and they gave me some Demerol so I could get some sleep. Demerol never took the pain away, it only made me very EXTREMELY loopy and out of it. I was so drugged up that I stopped dealing with pain and just held my breath in my sleep. I was awoken to nurses flipping me over, putting an oxygen mask to my face and them yelling "BREATHE BRITTANY YOU HAVE TO BREATHE". I eventually stopped holding my breath and did not need the oxygen mask anymore. During this ordeal, Breella's heart rate had dropped for the first time. 

Early the morning, I was given an ultrasound to make sure I wasn't losing fluids and to check Breella's measurements in case I were to deliver sometime soon. She was measuring 5 pounds 12 ounces. During the ultrasound, my contractions had gotten so strong and so intolerable that I was punching the wall every time I got one. The doctor put me on a 24 hour magnesium drip, NOT to stop labor but to help her brain develop more should I give birth. The doctor's did not want to stop my labor but they knew the magnesium might stop it. It never did, it just spaced out my contractions to around 10 minutes apart. At this point I was feeling better and starving, on February 8th, they stopped the magnesium, FINALLY let me eat and discharged us. They told us that Breella is ready to come and it will be any day. They weren't too ready though, they knew she would be strong.

I was so hungry that this was absolutely amazing

Knowing that we didn't have much more time as just the two of us, that Saturday we celebrated Valentine's day. Rich's exact words were " lets go out to dinner tonight, we don't know what we'll be doing on Friday". So, we did just that. We went to Red Lobster for an early Valentine's day dinner, followed by casting my belly! I was so happy that I was able to cast it before she came. 

On February 11th I went back to labor and delivery because I was bleeding bright red blood. By the time I got there the bleeding stopped. I felt like the doctors didn't believe me because they kept telling me it's old blood and that I was fine. I just knew it wasn't old blood but I gave up on arguing with them. The doctor told me to go home, take a warm bath and drink red wine to help with my contractions. 

This was my last belly picture with Breella

On Friday, February 14th, I was getting ready for my usual day of grocery shopping then relaxing with Rich, I had a doctors appointment and was told to come in early since my doctor would be performing a c-section later that afternoon and she didn't want to not see me. When I got to the doctors, I told her how my back was killing me, she hooked me up to the monitor and sure enough, I was contracting ever 2-3 minutes! I didn't even know it! What concerned her though was that Breella's heartrate dropped very low, two times in about 30 minutes. I was being sent to labor and delviery AGAIN. She checked me and I was still at a 2.5cm but advised me to call my fiance and let him know. 

The nurse drew a heart for Valentine's Day

When I stood up, I felt a gush down my leg. Thinking my water broke, I excitedly looked down only to see blood. Blood, everywhere. I screamed for the doctor, she came in and said "whoa". I yelled "THIS IS WHAT HAPPENED TUESDAY", but not as much. They got a wheel chair and rushed me through the tunnel to labor and delivery, where I was greeted on a first name basis. Rich and my parents arrived where we were given the news that no matter what, I was going to have to stay in the hospital until I delivered, and that could have been a few more weeks! They said that if Breella's heart rate drops again, that they would perform a c-section. My doctor would rather her out of me and being helped than in me and suffering. They told my parents and Rich that I would be needing a c-section anytime soon since my contractions slowed down to every 5-6 minutes, so my parents went home and dropped of my car while Rich went home and changed, fed Lola and such. 

This was the contraction that cause her heart rate to drop, as you can see on the chart above. (contractions on the bottom, her heart rate on top)

About 15 minutes after everyone left, my contractions picked up again. I knew this was it, I was having her today and soon. I texted Rich to leave and come because "I think it's going to happen again". And it did. Her heart rate dropped and I called for the nurse. She said "hm" and nonchalantly walked away. I then heard them page my doctor, I heard some talking and then heard my doctor say "definitely". Soon after, 2 nurses in scrubs walked in and told me that I was going to being delivering today via c-section. I was terrified, Rich did not make it back in time for my epidural so I had to hold the nurses hand. I was shaking uncontrollably at this point. As soon as Rich walked in, I broke down crying. We were about to be parents, to a 5 week old preemie. 

At 5:06 pm on February 14, 2014, Breella Sophia-Kathleen Busacca was born, weighing 5 pounds 15 ounces, measuring in at 18.5 inches long. 

  

Despite being 5 week early, Breella was very healthy! She had to stay in the NICU because hospital rules, if the baby is born before 36 weeks, they have too. After running a bunch of test, the doctors could not figure out why I went into labor early, or why I bled so bad. Breella got to come home with us on February 18th, and our lives have been forever amazing since. 

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