We got to Sky Ridge in Lone Tree about 20 minutes later. The doc in Littleton had told us to go straight in at Skyridge and to skip the paperwork and have the doc take my blood pressure. I got there and they didn't know anything about me and wanted me to start paperwork. I told them about my blood pressure and they took me in, told me to pee in a cup, and had me lie down. I lay down and they hooked me up to a blood pressure machine. After they saw how high my blood pressure was, they tried to put IVs in me. Two tries with neither person being able to get a vein. They brought an ultrasound tech in to find veins for me. They were able to put in two IVs that would be there for the rest of my stay in the hospital.
They gave me Labetalol in an IV to bring my blood pressure down. They also gave me a shot of steroids in my butt. This is supposed to help my unborn child's lungs to grow. They gave me another in 12 hours, and then 12 hours later both steroid shots will have worked to their full potential.
After my blood pressure was lowered enough to be stable, they decided it would be best to move me to Presbyterian/ St. Lukes hospital in Denver. Skyridge can not take care of any child born before 28 weeks. My child was only 27 weeks gestation.
They decided that airlifting me would be the best way to get me there. I couldn't be on the road that long because of my critical nature. The AirLife people came in to get me prepared. They started wheeling me out of the room. They decided to check my blood pressure again at the door, and it was way high again. They gave me another shot of Labetalol. A few minutes later I was ok enough to move again. They said that I couldn't go by helicopter because the air cover was too dense. I was wearing a hospital gown and laying on a sheet. They wheeled me out to the ambulance. On the way out, they stopped by a blanket warming machine to grab a blanket to put over me. I was very thankful for this. With all the snow on the ground and the wind blowing I knew it would be cold out. We got outside and the sky looked clear. They decided to take the helicopter. I was put into the helicopter to stay warm while they wheeled it out of the hanger. They wrapped me up like a burrito. They asked me if I had ever been in a helicopter before. I said yes. they were very surprised. Most people haven't been in another helicopter before they are airlifted. I just haven't ever been in the back of a helicopter. I was laying with my feet in the cockpit and my head in the back. There was a pilot and three other people in the back of the helicopter. It was pretty neat to fly over Denver laying down. Half way through, my IV started to alarm. I had to unwrap myself from the burrito to find my IVs. My IV started to back up. Blood was running out of it instead of fluids running in. The Airlife lady fixed it and that was that. A bit scary for me, but she fixed it.
They got me settled into a room, hooked me up to even more IVs. Brit Rasmussen, my boss, came by to visit. She came to see how I was doing. I wasn't doing too well. They wouldn't let me eat or drink anything in case I went into surgery. They didn't want me to aspirate.
Nick went home to take care of the dogs, and I tried to sleep. All I could think about was what I didn't finish at work. I e-mailed my boss, I e-mailed education, I emailed HR, I took care of almost everything I could over e-mail. Then I was able to get 2 hours of beautiful sleep.
Saturday I had a few friends visit. Mary Turek came by, Nick's sister Lexi Ploysa stopped by with gifts. and Sheri Bailey came by with magazines. We talked for a while until my blood pressure monitor started beeping again and the girls thought they should let me rest and not get me worked up. Grandma Ploysa called from France to make sure that I was doing ok. Jen Simpson also called to make sure I was ok. They let me drink a bit and eat a bit. My parents came in around 5:00 pm on an airplane. It was good to see them. It made me feel a lot better. The nurses didn't like them in my room though, because my parents and husband talked too loud when they were together. We watched a bit of Iron Man 3 until it got to be too late. They went back to my house to sleep while again I tried to sleep. I ended up getting 4 hours of sleep! Yeah! Way more than Friday night.
Sunday I didn't feel too well, I was tired, I was dizzy, my head hurt. The doc said that we may try to induce labor to see how my baby would react to it to see if I could give birth naturally. They gave me Pitocin. They gave me 16 out of 20 to try to get me to contract. I wasn't feeling any contractions at all. However, the monitor showed that the child was reacting to contractions. It seemed like I have a very high pain tolerance and was actually contracting without knowing it. The baby's heart beat was going very low with each contraction. He would not have been able to make it through labor. They decided it would be best to take me into the operating room and give me a c-section.
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