So my little miracle was born at 3:28 in the morning. Matt was allowed to hold him for a few minutes before they quickly took him to the NICU. I was so overjoyed with him crying and how big he was. He was such a beautifully perfect boy. I was just praising God for blessing us yet again with something so wonderfully and perfectly made.
So after the section I was in the recovery room area for about five hours. So around 9am I finally was able to be transferred to the post partum floor. At that point they wheeled me to the NICU so I could really get a good look at Preston. They were doing a chest x-ray when I got there as he was struggling quite a bit to breathe. He was on C-Pap at that time (CPap stands for Continuous Positive Airway Pressure), e
essentially air is being forced into his lungs as he was unable to do it himself. When I was in the NICU the nurse told me that he would probably need to be intubated and put on a ventilator. I was sad but was just so thankful that he was in such a good place. This is him while he was on CPap, see how he was holding it himself?
So apparently the day shift and evening shift nurses came down immediately and found me unresponsive. They shook me aggressively and yelled and I would flutter my eyes open but then go right back. They called the doctors in and transferred me to a higher level of care (although I don't have any idea where that was). But they transferred me from bed to stretcher then elevator, new bed, etc with no response. I then had blood work drawn, new IVs put in, and some tests like EKGs done. During all of this I was completely unaware of what was going on. My respirations were very shallow and blood pressure was low. And then after about 4hrs I opened my eyes, and said "This isn't my room." And then I was completely back to normal. Apparently I had an allergic reaction to the medication!!! It is always something isn't it?