Welcome Baby Boy Tueller

The last night that my baby and I were as one, was August 4, 2005. It was about 1:00 in the morning. I kept feeling like I needed to go to the bathroom, but as I said in my previous blog...I couldn't do it alone. I called the nurses and they helped get the bathroom to relieve the pressure of needing to go. It was very difficult, every time I went I had to turn the water on so I could concentrate and make my body go. Well, that was it. My water broke. My fears were coming true. I called for the nurses and they immediately helped me into the my bed alerted labor and delivery and tried to rush me over there (around the corner and down the hall) I say trying because I was still plugged in to the wall with all my cords and wires and iv's and monitors. It was like I was a dog tied to a chain, chasing the mail man, only to be stopped and yanked back as the chain ran out of length. Oooops.
We made it to the delivery room, my ob was on vacation of course, so his partner on-call, was now in route to meet a patient he didn't know, with no history of high-risk pregnancies. Baby boy Tueller must have thought he was super man, because he decided to swim out of his comfy home head first with one arm above his head....just like superman flying through the sky. Vaginal delivery was not an option for us if he was to enter this world alive so I was immediately prepped for an emergency c-section. This was the first time I had a c-section delivery. I was drugged up and told to curl into a tight ball and turn on to my side. What!!!??? did you say? I was alone with a sea of people I had never seen, staring at my ailing body, lights shining in my eyes and some strange guy holding my hand and telling me it was all going to be okay. I was asked if there was anyone I wanted to call....it was 1:00 in the morning...I didn't want to wake anyone up. My husband was at home with the kids...all cozy and sleeping like angels....my in-laws were in Missouri visiting my sister in law who just gave birth to her first daughter...and my mom lived in Melba. So I called my little sister who lives in Nampa and who made it to me in 15 minutes. I cant remember if she made in time for the delivery. I was given an epidural and my son was pulled back through the birth canal (even with an epidural it was the most painful delivery I have ever experienced) and entered the room through a cut in my abdomen. Baby Boy Truman was born, not breathing, and nearly dead at 1 pound 10 ounces or in medical measurements 758 grams, and 10 inches long. I was terrified!!!