JORDAN'S STORY
Due date: 12-12-95
Birth date: 23-10-95
My first pregnancy was a time of
excitement and very uneventful until
that fateful day. It started out
normally got up had breakfast and headed
out to the shops, to get a few
groceries. In the middle of the shops I
felt my pants get a bit damp, though
maybe bladder was leaking and went to
the toilet and though nothing of it. I
went home and went for my nap. I woke up
with my pant soaking wet. I was at a
loss at what I should do. Who should I
call first my fiancée' (now husband),
John or the hospital. I called John at
work and told him what had happened. I
then called the hospital and explained
what had occurred, they told me to get
in ASAP. I called John again to tell him
I was going to the hospital. He said
he'd try and contact my support person
to come and pick me up to go to the
hospital (he had our only car). He hung
up and I went outside to wait for her
(my support person). After waiting for
20 minutes I went inside to the phone
ringing. It was John again, he couldn't
contact my support person and told me to
get a cab. I called the cab and it soon
took me to the hospital.
After directing the cabbie to the
hospital, I met my husband in the
emergency department of the hospital. It
was then I started getting contractions
(it was about 6.30pm). I think we
surprised a few members of my prenatal
classes (it was the night of our
classes) when they was me being
admitted. They took my blood pressure
and put a foetal monitor on me
(heartbeat and contractions) for first
20 minutes. Something concerned them so
they wheeled me upstairs to the delivery
suites with the monitor still attached.
They monitored me for another hour and
they told me the worrying news. My
son's heartbeat was dropping during
contractions and not really coming back
(they didn't tell me my heart beat was
dropping too) and they recommended a
c-section. I agreed and was wheeled in
to the pre-op room There they gave me a
nerve block, which was interesting as I
had to tell the anestsiologist when my
contraction were coming, just in case he
hit my spine.
With the anestiesa in. I was ready to go
into the operation theatre. The
operation itself was uneventful., tho
the anestsiea made me very talkative(
I'm usually very shy), I remember
looking up and asking to a room full of
glasses, "why do all doctors wear
glasses?" I could feel them poking
around and their comments (when they
commented on my good ovaries I felt like
saying thank you) and finally they
pulled Jordan out much to his
surprise(my husband looked over the
screen just as they took him out,
according to John he had a such a look
of surprise on his face). They cleaned
him up and showed him to me before
taking him to the NICU.
He stayed in the NICU for 4 weeks , he
just needed to regulate his temperature
and feed. They said this PROM was caused
by an infection in my uterus.
Jordan is now 4 years old and in
preschool with no side effects of early
arrival.
PROM #2 >>
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