The Story of Hailey

6 years ago today, at 12:34pm, Hailey was born, reluctantly, into this world.

I spent two days in the hospital hooked up to pitocin in hopes of inducing my little one to come. After two days I was sent home. {And dropped from a psychotic Dr.'s care. And left without a doctor to deliver me at 9 months, but that's a-whole-nother story.}

I woke up Wednesday, March 9th, 2005 expecting to join my family for breakfast at, I believe, Bob Evans. My dad happened to be in town, thinking that Hailey was sure to be here by now, considering the planned induction and all. I woke up, showered, and dressed. I sat down on my bed to put on my shoes, and as I stood, my water broke. I called my family, to let them know that I would be heading to the hospital. They said they would go ahead to the restaurant, with Joshua, just in case it was a false alarm. {I SO new it wasn't a false alarm. lol}

I reached the hospital probably around 11am or so. {I refused to return to the hospital I was induced at in fear of running into psycho doc.} I walked into L & D and explained my situation. I'm pretty sure they thought I was crazy. They checked me and indeed my water had broken. That was when it became somewhat chaotic. I don't remember exactly what I was told, but I remember calling my family and telling them that they needed to get to the hospital NOW because they were prepping me for surgery.

They pumped me, literally, full of of fluids, and once they were happy with how many bags of fluid I sucked up I was walked into an OR.

Here's a little back story; after a long and traumatic birth that left both Joshua and I scarred, well me more, he did have a broken collar bone though, it was decided that it was most likely safest for me to go ahead with a planned cesarean. At the end of my pregnancy my OB abruptly changed her mind and decided instead of a cesarean, to induce me several weeks early to insure Hailey wouldn't be too big to deliver safely. {I guess she figured any breathing or prematurity issues could just be handled by the NICU. Ugh what a psycho bitch.} During the inducement I was hooked up to an IV and a pitocin drip. Contractions started pretty much immediately. It wasn't long before they were painful and I was asking for something, anything for the pain. What was I told? "You're not even dilating you should be able to handle the pain." I saw on more than one occasion a nurse shake their head in pity for me. Towards the end, after two days of no progress, nurses began coming into my room concerned for Hailey. She was showing signs of distress and they stated aloud that they didn't understand why my doctor continued to pump me full of pitocin when it obviously wasn't working, and the baby obviously wasn't tolerating it. When my doctor finally arrived her attitude was despicable. She left me feeling like an utter failure that I couldn't deliver my baby. She was horrible to me, and left me bawling my eyes out. Before she left, she scoffed and said that she GUESSED she would go ahead with the cesarean after all and would contact me after the weekend. After the failed inducement I was called to my OB's office to "sign" some papers. I assumed it had something to do with the c-section I was promised before I left the hospital.

Instead I was dropped from her care and told that due to "liability" reasons i would need to find another doctor to deliver me. {My mother had complained to the head of L & D about my doctors actions.} I left distraught. I spent the rest of the day calling every OB in the area. Not one would see me because I was 9 months pregnant! And I can't help but to think that they thought I must be crazy to be dropped from a doctors care!

After confirming that my water had broken, and hearing my story they didn't even miss a beat, they instantly decided a c-section was best.

So I walked into the OR, nervous as can be. I sat on the table, received my spinal, and then laid down and waited for my girl to be delivered. Everything went as planned and finally the time came for them to pull my daughter from my womb. This moment I will never forget. {I swear it was precursor to how my daughter would be the rest of her life!} "This baby does NOT want to come out!" the doctor stated. They tugged, they pulled, and Hailey literally tugged, and pulled back. They'd just start to get her head out, and she'd pull it back in. After climbing up on a stool,  and literally pushing with all their weight, they were able to pull my little munchkin from me. I remember hearing her cry, and the relief I felt that she was okay!

More than anything from that day, I remember her hair. She had the MOST hair I'd ever seen on a baby! Not only a lot, but it was long, and thick, and DARK, and beautiful. She had the most beautiful complexion, and was so alert and awake!

She was, and still is the most beautiful newborn I have EVER laid eyes upon. EVER.

Recovery was rough with my first c-section. I imagine it was from 2 days of contractions making my uterus more sore, and also the fight they had to give Hailey to get her out. But other than that, I was just in heaven with my beautiful girl. She nursed like a trooper,and slept like a champ, and was the perfect baby.

Just so you know, we complained to everyone we could possibly think of about my doctors actions, and sent the full stories to everyone as well. Including the NC medical board. We found out months later that my doctor had lost her privileges in the state of NC and would be relocating to FL. It terrifies me to know what else she had done to other poor, unsuspecting woman that left her losing her privileges, I only hope my own experienced helped in the decision. I do worry though for anyone she is "treating" in Florida.

I try not to focus so much on the bad, but more of the good of Hailey's birth story.

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