Friday, January 05, 2007

The Babies' Story Pt 2: The Crash

My husband was on call and had surgery scheduled that day, so he scrambled to reschedule everyone and hand off his call duties. Meanwhile, his Mom, who lives 20 minutes away, came to keep me company (as she had every day of my incarceration, I mean, hospitalization.) We cried and prayed and chatted nervously as I was transported down to Pre-Op holding and prepared for surgery.

My hubby arrived shortly before I received my epidural, still dressed in scrubs. You can have your McDreamy. My heart leaps when I think about how relieved I was to see him round the corner into my room.

A few minutes later, my Mom, Dad, sister and niece arrived. (They had a 2 hour drive.) I was rolled back to the OR around 12:40 and the babies were delivered at 1:05 (K), 1:06 (R) and 1:08 (P).

I laughed and chatted through the entire delivery. There were a dozen medical personnel in the room, including 2 OBs. A friend of ours, who is an anesthesiologist even popped in to chat between the delivery of the boys! (If you think I am kidding we have it all on video.) The babies were smaller than we expected, ranging from 2lb6oz to 3lb3oz, but Apgar scores were great and everyone was deemed healthy.

The babies were whisked off to the NICU and I was sent to recovery. Daddy got a kick out of interviewing me while I was loaded on pain meds in recovery. In an eery bit of foreshadowing, the last video clip records me saying, “It was a breeze!” Daddy says, “Can I quote you on that later? Having triplets is a breeze?” The video concludes with my response, “No, I said delivery was a breeze. I have no idea what happens afterwards.”

Seven hours later we would find out.

While I slept, Daddy & both sets of grandparents visited the babies in the NICU. My family then traveled back home and my husband left the hospital briefly with his parents for dinner. He was still wearing his scrubs, so the plan was to go buy some clothes at a nearby mall after dinner. Interestingly, after dinner he just had this feeling that even though I was just sleeping, he really should be back at my bedside. He returned to the hospital around 7:30pm.

At 8:00, I woke up and was excited to watch the finale of American Idol. :-) (For 8 weeks, TV had been one of my primary sources of entertainment.) Just as the show started, I felt very strange and turned to my husband and said, “I cannot breathe. I feel all this pressure, like an elephant is standing on my chest.”

He called a nurse, who took my pulse ox, it was in the 80s and falling. I started gurgling. I was put on oxygen, yet my pulse ox was still falling into the 70s. I was seriously ill.

This is where my memory of that night ends, but my husband has filled me in on the rest of the story. The nurse called a Hospitalist, who instructed her to send me to chest X-Ray. My husband disagreed with the call. He knew my situation was critical and I would not survive a trip to X-Ray. I needed help immediately. He stepped back and tried to be objective. If this were his patient, not his wife, what would he do?

He ran out into the hall and found an OB from the group I had seen. He informed him that I was very ill and he thought what I really needed was an ICU bed, not an X-ray. The OB agreed. A team was called to emergently intubate me (there was not even time for anesthesia). He was asked to leave the room and stood outside my door as security guarded the room.

This moment is now a huge part of my husband’s testimony. He is a gifted surgeon. He is very good at what he does. He has devoted the last 15 years of his life to medicine. He is terrific under pressure. He understood how dire the situation was. For all intents and purposes, he had saved my life by being there and recognizing that the on call physician was making the wrong call. His wife was critically ill. This was his stomping ground, yet he was rendered completely out of control.
more to come

10 comments:

keri said...

i've got chills. what an amazing blessing that ryland came back to the hospital when he did and knew what needed to happen. i look forward to hearing the rest of the story...(we never got full details about all this when it happened)

terrible speller said...

I am so glad you are telling this story. We too never completely knew just what all happened. Man, is it really emotional for you to retell it, b/c it's very emotional for me to just read it.

Barbie said...

Wow, what an incredible story you have. I am thankful I know the outcome already. Praise God for your health!

Renee said...

Yes, I too am getting chills reading your story. Maybe I'm ignorant, but what was the reason for the security guards? My only thought was that they feared your sweet husband trying to intervene.

Amanda said...

ugh! I wish you would keep going! I am on the edge fo my seat. It's so awesome because I know that the outcome is good. God is so good!

Thank you for sharing this story.

Tamatha said...

Sorry to be redundant with the other comments, but I had chills during this entire post. What an amazing story and testimony to share with us.

8 weeks bedrest! You must have been weeping with boredom. I also had a long bedrest and never thought I'd get to the point where I couldn't read another page.

I'm really looking forward to hearing the 'rest of the story'.

Tamatha

Amanda Davis said...

I remember all of this and it still gives me chills. What an awesome husband you have. We are VERY thankful that he was there! You are a great sister!!!

Kim said...

What a terrifying story so far...I know the outcome is good...but,this is the exact thing I have always feared in my life...something going wrong after having a baby. You have lived through such a thing! I'm so glad your husband was there by your side! God's sovereignty in your life once again.

Thanks for sharing this incredible story! I'll be here to read the rest.

Kim

JenMom said...

Renee- Ryland would want me to tell you it is because he is so buff and intimidating....but apparently it is standard procedure for security to prohibit family members from entering a room while a team is running a Code. I suppose it is because emotions are flying and the hospital wants to insure they have all the room they need to work without any interference from fightened family members. I never knew this until our experience.

angela a friend thru your entries said...

Amazing story...Amazing His Grace!