The start of our world blowing up, Part Two

****This post contains medical terminology and grossness******

I left off on the last post with where I was waiting for my transfer. My dad has helped me with the time frame of everything. I went into surgery around 5 pm Friday night. My dad got the phone call that I was in labor at about 5 minutes to 7 pm. The ambulance came to get me from the hospital at round 9:30 pm. I had thought it was later at night. Like I said before time did not exist to me. Everything is still very fuzzy.
I remember the paramedics coming in to get me and move me to the ambulance. I was still having contractions and they were very kind to me and explained where we were going. This was my first time in an ambulance and we did lights and sirens and the whole deal. The one paramedic was in the back with me making sure my vitals stayed stable and nothing happened. He had told me he would have to at one point sit behind me in a seat to be buckled. He ended up holding my hand most of the way. He let me squeeze his hand through contractions and talked to me in between contractions to keep my mind off of things. I have odd little memories of the transfer. I remember hitting bumps in the road, I remember the kindness of the paramedics, I remember hearing the sirens. I don't know how long it took us to get here. When we pulled up to the hospital we hit some bumps and the paramedic said to me " I promise those are the last bumps" I remember laughing and telling him we were gonna hit more just to spite. They unloaded me out of the ambulance and going into the hospital we hit a few more bumps. I made a comment about the bumps and I remember the paramedics laughing a little.
I don't remember anything after that until I was in Labor & Delivery hooked up to monitors. I was having huge gushed of water and incredible horrible contractions. My catheter was bothering that they had put in surgery and I was assured it was just pain from the surgery. A nurse finally checked the catheter and found that it was a latex catheter. I am allergic to latex, it makes me have blisters and it sucks. Once they realized that the catheter was latex they took it out. It had been in me for at least 3 hours by that point. It was an amazing difference to have it out. After a little while they had to put in a new catheter and I think every nurse in the room double checked it to make sure it was latex free. The latex had done more damage to my bladder. It had made my bladder raw on the inside and incredibly painful. I lost majority of my function and control of my bladder. There was no option of not having a catheter.
My dad drove to the hospital to be with me. It took him a little while to get down to me. Once he arrived the doctors had started figuring out a game plan. Since my water had broken they couldn't do anything to stop the contractions. It ended up being a bit of a waiting game. They were able to give me something for the pain and I fell asleep. I woke up several times through the night with contractions but was able to get some sleep.
Saturday morning I woke up and my dad wasn't in the room and I panicked. The nurse was there and explained my dad had just got down to get some breakfast. I was still very scared and nervous and not sure what was going on. My dad was very positive when he came back up to my room. He wasn't gone very long. If anyone knows my dad they know he always looks on the bright side of things and has a very positive attitude. Once he returned we started the long day of meetings with doctors. We met with the NICU doctor and discussed what was going to happen if I delivered now. We discussed everything from worse case scenario to best case. Every day that baby stays inside me the better we are. If I get an infection then they will induce me and I will have the baby same day. With having my water broken baby is vulnerable, he can get infection easy. Once he is born we will bring in donated breast milk from Denver to make sure he is getting all the nutrition he can until my milk comes in. I have always believed in donating breast milk for those who aren't able to breast feed. I am very very thankful for the women who donate their milk.
We also met with the new ob/gyn who is looking after me and talked about how long I am going to stay pregnant. Our goal is 32-34 weeks. They gave me steroid shots to help develop babies lungs in case he decided to come earlier then that. They started me on antibiotics to make sure I had no infections. After all of our meetings with doctors they transferred me out of Labor & Delivery and over to the Mom/Baby unit.