I’m a father now. Technically, I became a father a few days ago at 00:09 on 2008-09-12. So, I am now a father to Angela Juliette Dugal, who was born at The Ottawa Hospital’s Civic Campus with a mass of 3.8 kg. Now that the Internet knows all of her important stats (sorry Julie), I can get on with the story.
Where to begin… I guess close to the beginning. So, yeah, Jen was scheduled to be induced on Monday because of high blood pressure on Sunday on top of being a few days overdue. Monday came and went with us all waiting at home for the phone call. Tuesday morning we finally got invited to the hospital, and they started the poking and prodding and inserting and drugging to speed the delivery process. Tuesday came and went. As did Wednesday.
Well, most of Wednesday came and went. Near the end of Wednesday, Jen starting getting contractions that were quite painful to her back. So, she spent quite a bit of time in the tub. Also, Angela, Jen’s best friend, decided to visit and outdo Jen and have an emergency C-section to give birth to her girl. Women.
As I remember it (things started getting a little blurry here with all the night activity and awful sleeping on the stupid chair-bed thing), Jen had an epidural a handful of hours after midnight. She was much more comfortable after that. So, the rest of Thursday was again spend waiting.
Come 20:00 on Thursday is when the action began. At that time, they let Jen’s uterus try to push the baby out for 2 hours (OK, not so much action here). Then, at 22:00, they had Jen push with her uterus too. That went on for a couple hours with them trying to get the baby in position and get Jen to push hard enough to pop her out. No luck there. So, shortly after midnight, the used a vacuum-suction cup thingy to help pull the baby out by the head, and with a touch of shoulder dislocation, the job was done.
After pulling the baby out, she wasn’t quite doing the breathing thing since sucked in a bunch of meconium (newborn poop) she let go in the uterus (turning the placenta green). So, they did a bit of sucking out of stuff and got her breathing. From there, she went to the special care unit to make sure things were all good.
At something like 04:00 on the Friday, they gave us back our baby. She’s got some pipes. Yup, she was not happy. She was especially not happy with how her head felt. A few hours later, Jen was asking the nurse some questions, and after a few independent medical opinions, they agreed that Julie was having seizures (baby seizures are usually quite subtle). So, back to the special care unit she went.
In the special care unit, they did lots of poking and testing and drugging. After a while, they stabilized her and suppressed the seizure activity with drugs. Indications currently point to some type of bacterial meningitis, though nobody is sure. So, she’s getting lots of antibiotics.
Over the past few days since she was born, she’s been recovering quickly, and is starting to act more and more like a baby. We’re hoping that in about a week and a half she’ll have completed all her treatment and be more than ready to go home (she’s already trying to disconnect all the tubes and wires going to her).
So, that’s Julie’s birth story as told by me. Enjoy the pictures!