My midwife wasn't happy with how the baby was reacting to labor. She would react after my contractions not during. My midwife came to me and said she was worried and wanted to make a call to her backup doctor and see what he wanted to do. I said ok. She let me labor for another 15 minutes or so. She sat down on my bed and said she didn't have a good feeling about this and she didn't feel right about having me labor any longer. I said ok. She gives me a "pep talk" about how I didn't fail and not to blame myself and all that good stuff. At 8:00pm they wheeled me into the OR, 8:15pm they made the first cut and at 8:24pm Kennady Caryl Mae was born. Not bad seeing that I got to the hospital at 4pm. Turns out she had pooped before birth. She was born doing this shallow breathing thing and since I had a horrible cold I passed it on to her so that was an issue too. She has spent her first days of life in the NICU. She's currently still there. She's "fine" but she's still on antibiotics. Both of our white blood cell counts were off. They kept me almost 5 days at the hospital. I wasn’t allowed to see her for the first two days due to my cold/cough. Finally they slapped a mask on me and took me down to the NICU. My BFF Amy has been the most amazing friend EVER. She has spent every minute with Kennady since I wasn’t allowed to. They pulled Kennady out of my body and Amy was on baby duty. She took a ton of pictures for me and even had them printed and made me a brag book. Grandma got one too lol My midwife came by and saw me two days later and wanted to thank me for trusting her. She said her gut feeling just wasn't good and when God speaks you have to listen. I said Amen to that and thanked her for following her gut and not a medical book.
Kennady’s mommy
