The day started out totally normal. It was a Flex (N8 didn't have to work) and he went for a run and got Benjamin to school. Emma & Mo ate breakfast and I grabbed a shower. After getting dressed, I felt like I had peed my pants. Unfortunately, not totally uncommon in the tale end of pregnancy. I grabbed some new closed and went into the bathroom to change and found a good amount of blood and started yelling for N8.
A quick call to a good friend to come get the kids off to school (thanks Megan!) and we headed to the hospital. We called my OB on the way and he had us come into his office instead. He did an ultrasound and found that I had placenta previa. The baby was also trying to engage causing the bleeding. He had us come home so I could rest, but warned that I was heading down a road that included a C section and likely I wouldn't make it to 37 weeks (I was 35 weeks and 4 days).
We came home, our friends dropped Henry back off, Ricky and Kim dropped something things off and within about 30 minutes I knew something was wrong. I felt like I was gushing blood. We weren't going to make it another day.
We suddenly needed to go again to the dr and had Henry with us. We got a hold of another friend to get Henry from the dr since we suddenly couldn't get a hold of anyone else. I stood in a waiting room for what felt like an eternity and was probably 2-3 minutes and passed several blood clots the size of nerf footballs. My dr came in looked at me and grabbed a wheelchair. He wheeled me into the hospital straight to the maternity wing. They immediately started monitoring the baby and trying to get in an IV.
Trying, trying and trying some more. In the end I think they stuck me somewhere 12-14 range including my neck and foot. I'm a hard stick to begin with, but after loosing that much blood, they couldn't get anything in. It was about 10am when we got to the hospital, my dr wanted the c section done by 11. Nate got all suited up.
With my uncooperative veins, it got pushed back and at 12:05 PM August 15, 2015 Rebekah Cristel Kimbler was born. She was 6 lbs 6 oz and 19 inches long.
Once she was out, I heard her cry and could tell they were working on her.
They brought her over to me so I could get a quick peek and then she was gone.
Nate stuck with her like glue while I was wheeled off to recovery.
They had her on oxygen, but she was obviously struggling to breath. She was grunting and chest was caving with every breath.
Finally they decided that Ridgecrest did not have what was needed to care for her. She was going to be air lifted to Loma Linda in Redlands. They then began to try and intubate her. Several people and tries later she was.
Then we waited for the Loma Linda team. Due to wind they ended up driving an ambulance up and she was readied to be put into this:
They then told us that Loma Linda was full and we would be going to Riverside Regional Medical Center in Moreno Valley.
They left about midnight, Nate followed behind the ambulance. I tried to get some sleep, but kept checking for a message from Nate. At about 3 am Nate messaged me that they had arrived....
This was only the beginning of the longest 15 days I have ever experienced.
