A Tale of Two Surgeries and...A BabyTo give a little bake ground, in May of 2006 I ruptured a disc in my back and had to have surgery to repair it. The surgery went well and I was doing great until September of 08 when I started having the same issues again. I was being careful and hoping that my back would not get worse, then much to our surprise in I found out in November that I was pregnant.
Things were going okay with my back and pregnancy until March. Then things began to get really painful and uncomfortable. Being pregnant made things very hard as far as treating my back. I could not take any medications and like before the discs began pushing on the nerves in my back causing even more complications.
I brought my OB up to speed on the issues and went to go see my Neurosurgeon to see what his thoughts were. It was decided that I should have a C-Section, so as not to cause the discs to rupture. Our hope was to get through the pregnancy and then after a few months to go ahead and have the back surgery. I started physical Therapy, which helped but was not enough. By the beginning of June I was barely able to sleep, let alone sit still. Greg thought it might be a good idea to try and epidural steroid shot to see if that might help with the pain. The epidural did help and for about 2 weeks it seemed that I might actually make it to the C-section date of July 13th.
But it was not to be, On Monday June 15th I went to sit down on a bench and the disc in my back ruptured. I was in a lot of pain but I thought it was be fine, that I could push through. Greg went to work and I started a very long day. By 8:00 that night I knew that I was going to have to go to the hospital. Greg got off at midnight and when he got home we tried to decide what we should do. At this point it was about 3 am so we decided to get through the night and in the morning take the kids to Thomas' It was a very long and hard night for me.
We called my OB first thing to see what he thought would be best, he wanted me to come into the office. So we dropped off the kids and headed in. I must admit that I was not happy to go, I wanted to go to the hospital for some pain meds.
Looking back, now that it is all over I can see how blessed we where that day and how Heavenly Father was watching out for me and our little Brian. Everything fell into place...
My OB took one look at me and sent me straight to St V's to be admitted. I was at this point 35 weeks, so our plan was to try to get to 36 weeks and then take the baby. We got to the hospital, I got some pain meds and an MRI. By that evening, I could barely walk. Due to the nerves being compressed my left leg was very weak and numb. I was also unable to empty my bladder. It was decided that we would do the c-section the next day (Wednesday June 174th)at 12:00 and then do the back surgery on Thursday. But by 4 in the morning all of my docs decided that we needed to take the baby as soon as possible and then immediately do the back surgery before the damage to the nerves was too bad. I called Greg, and he came right back to V's to be with me before I headed in to surgery. I was so scared and worried about the baby but we knew it was the right thing to do.
Once again another blessing was that my little brother whom had just graduated from high school was able to fly in that day to help out with the kids. Having him here and been so great.
Due to the issues in my back it was decided that I should be put completely out, so as to not put and epidural in where they would be doing surgery in a few hours. Here are a few more blessings...1 that our dear friend that is an anesthesiologist was able to do both of my surgeries. It was such a blessing to both Greg and especially me to know that he would be there with me. I was very sad to think I would be asleep when our little Brian came into the world, that I would missed his first moments and his first cry. 2nd blessing...Due to him being early and the pain meds they gave me, when he was born he had to be immediately intubated to help him breath. Had I been awake I would have been very upset to see my baby blue and not breathing which could have made the doctors job harder. The c-section went well and after I got out of recovery I got to go to the NICU to finally meet our new little boy. It was very hard to see him knowing that I was the reason he was having such a hard time. Once again I was blessed by having a wonderful husband to comfort me and amazing medical staff to care for our baby.
After a short visit I was taken back the pre-op area to get ready for the back surgery. As hard as this was on me I think that it was even harder on Greg. He was going on very little sleep, was worried about me and the baby. Once again the blessings came, when our friend showed up to get ready for the surgery he brought Greg lunch. For Greg knowing that he would be there with me in the surgery was a very good comfort. The back surgery went very well, there was a lot of disc material that has ruptured but the surgeon cleaned it all up and I was on my way to recovery.
I was put in the ICU, once I was all settled Greg went to go get the kids, who at this point had been at the Thomas' for 2 days. I had a much better night and the next morning I was up and walking. I was moved from the ICU to a regular room and Greg brought the kids up to see me and we took them to the NICU to meet their new brother. As the day wore on I started to have some pain in the area on my back where they had done surgery but I thought maybe I did too much, so Greg took the kids home so he could catch a nap before going to work that night. As the evening wore on, the pain got even worse, so it was decided that I should have a CAT-Scan. It did not look good, that maybe I had a blood clot form . So it was decided that I should have another MRI to decided if I would have to go back to the OR to drain the blood out. Greg was working the nightshift at a different hospital and was getting the CT and MRI reports and is trying to focus on work. Once again we were blessed, it was decided I would not have to have surgery again and they were able to get the pain under control and I was finally able to start getting back to myself. I was able to come home on Sunday June 21st, which was Fathers Day. But it nearly broke my heart that little Brian had to stay.
He was still having a hard time breathing and was diagnosed with a heart condition called SVT (supraventricular tachycardia) It sounds scary but it just means rapid heart rate. He was seen by the pediatric cardiologist and put on a heart medication. I was so frustrated, it seemed that he was not getting any better and that I would never get him home and then he turned the corner and before I knew it he was off of the oxygen and the NICU attending started using the H-word...home! After 10 days in the NICU we got to bring him home on Saturday June 27th.
He is doing really well and both kids give him plenty on love and attention. I don't know what we would have done, if we didn't have such amazing friends who supported us through this. Calls, e-mails and meals came pouring in. It has been very humbling for me to be in this situation as I am usually the one to be taking the meals, sending the e-mails and calling to make sure all is well. I cannot even begin to put my gratitude into words. Thank you just doesn't seem to be enough but I am so very thankful...