Daniel’s Birth Story – Part 1

I woke up last Monday morning with one thing on my mind – a bath. I had wanted to take one the night before, but things got in the way. And since my mom had flown in late Sunday night, none of us had gotten to bed until after 1:30 AM. So once everyone was awake, we drove Dexter to daycare, and I debated about whether I’d have time to take a bath before my hospital appointment. I probably did, but I didn’t want to rush, so I decided to wait until afterward so I could luxuriate in the hot water.

Famous last thoughts.

Mom accompanied me to the hospital, and we figured we’d have my ultrasound, get the results of my last blood test and then pop over to Celebration to have lunch together at one of the little cafes. Maybe we’d take a walk around the lake and see if we could get labor started. We laughed when we said this. My appointment was at 11 AM, so I figured even if it took a while, we’d still be done early enough for a nice lunch.

Famous last thoughts.

We got to the labor and delivery ward, and we checked in for the appointment and settled in to triage to await. After a little while, we were sent down to the radiography department to have another biometric ultrasound, after the last one had been inconclusive. Once again, a half an hour passed by without our baby taking practice breaths. And it was a full 20 minutes before they could even observe him moving properly. All of it amounted to a slight worry about the state of the baby. But still, he had passed the test, and I figured we could go home.

Famous last thoughts.

Back upstairs, we were asked to wait a few minutes for the nurse to talk to my doctor about the results of everything. Mom and I sat in the waiting room and talked about how hungry we were. We’d been there for nearly 3 hours by this point (the ultrasound having taken a long time and the waiting even longer), and we were debating about raiding the vending machines. But we held out, determined that we’d go somewhere nice for lunch and have a nice afternoon together before Mark got off work.

Famous last thoughts.

Finally, the nurse called me over.

“Your doctor is on the phone. She’d like to talk to you.”

I walked into the room and picked up the phone. Dr Kjerulff was on the other end, and the news was… surprising.

“I’ve got the results back from your bile acid test. Your levels are really elevated. Did the medicine we gave you work?”

“Erm. What medicine?”

It turns out that when I’d been in the hospital on Thursday, I’d been meant to get 4 pills which were supposed to help take the edge off the severe itching I’d been having. But no one had ever actually GIVEN me the pills nor had I been informed about them. But either way, they wouldn’t have solved the problem. My results showed I had Obstetric Cholestasis, a liver problem which can raise the risk of premature birth, fetal distress, and stillbirth, not to mention can cause heavy bleeding for the mama due to an inability to clot properly.

My doctor explained that this condition, coupled with the results of the ultrasound were enough cause for alarm for me to be induced right away. She said that the nurse would check my cervix to see where we were, and then she’d book me in for delivery as soon as possible.

Right. Okay. Right. Okay.

Back to the waiting room we went while the nurse went off to get everything organised. She said it might be this day or the next, it just depended on scheduling. So I called Mark and warned him that he was likely to be a father again very soon.

After a few minutes, we were called back in, and the nurse let us know that we could go home.

YES!

For two hours. I had to be back by five o’clock to be induced.

OH!

So off we flew, all lunch plans forgotten. We rushed home, grabbing McDonalds on the way, and I rushed around throwing everything I could think of into my hospital bag. Mark finished up his work and let the relevant people know that his vacation was starting NOW, and then we rushed over to pick Dexter up from daycare, ready to meet our fate… and our son.

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Katie Reed

Katie Reed

Katie Reed is a 38 year old mom blogger from Salt Lake City, UT. She is married to the man of her dreams and together they have four beautiful boys. Dexter is 9, Daniel is 7, Chester is 5 and Wilder is 2. She writes about living with mental health issues while navigating motherhood. Her blog focuses on tips and tricks for moms, information and parenting news, kid-friendly recipes and crafts. She loves to reflect on the humorous side of parenthood and shares the reality of her life, with a "warts and all" attitude.

20 Responses

  1. I had Cholestasis too. I read it was rare, and my doctor had to Google it. I got so many different answers about when my baby would be delivered. It definitely wasn’t my ideal birth, but I got a healthy baby boy out of it. Now I am hearing of Cholestasis fairly often.

  2. I had Cholestasis too. I read it was rare, and my doctor had to Google it. I got so many different answers about when my baby would be delivered. It definitely wasn’t my ideal birth, but I got a healthy baby boy out of it. Now I am hearing of Cholestasis fairly often.

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