Part 2...

After the c-section they put me back in my room to recover which normally takes an hr or two. I wasn't recovering very well and started having a hard time keeping my O2 levels in a normal range. They started having a respiratory therapist work with me which I can bearly remember and they x-rayed my lungs ( Taking the MAG posses a risk of your lungs filling with fluid, much like pneumonia ) I don't remember this at all. At this point I was pretty out of it. They wheeled me into the NICU on my bed to see Owen for the first time since the delivery. I couldn't really roll over much and I could only see his little feet from the angle I was on. We then got settled in a room on the Mother/Baby floor and they had started taking me off the Mag. At noon on Monday they took out the MAG IV, I was so excited because I was sure this was what was making me feel so awful and I knew if I got up and moving I'd feel better. I was still having a hard time breathing so I was on Oxygen and had a O2 sensor on my finger. I remember Shawn telling me several times when the alarm would go off "Nikki you have to breathe, take some deep breathes" This happened several times and I kept nodding off and the alarm would instantly go off again and again. I started to get at at Shawn for telling me to breathe. I thought... this is so crazy why would someone have to tell you to breathe. Duh, I am breathing. My folks came into the room and Shawn started to explain to them what was happening. The alarms start beeping again and they don't stop, Shawn grabbed my arm and tells me to breathe and I wanted to tell him I am but I couldn't open my eyes or move and I realized I can breathe. My chest felt like it was being squeezed so tight and I could get any air. He go and gets my nurse and I feel her shake me and start yelling at me. I hear them call for more people and then they call ready response. I come back to enough to look at Shawn but can't get anything to come out of my mouth. I wanted to tell him I'm ok but I couldn't people came in so fast and I would kinda stop breathing and go "out of it" but I could hear everyone. Then I would come back around a little and be able to look at someone but still not really talk and I could move. They started putting something in my IV that would bring me back around every time I'd go "out of it". Then they take me for an emergency MRI. They actually ran me through the entire Hospital on my bed with a team of people in tow ( which if I had felt better I think I would have found extremely funny ) by the time they had me to the MRI I was back with the world enough to talk to them but still had no control over my muscles. During the MRI they had to pull me out of the tube give me a little more med's and remind me to breathe. When I got out of the MRI they had decided I hadn't had a seizure or a stroke. Ok, but what? Well we still don't know what happened for sure but they think it was an overdose of a drug that was in the MAG. Sadly they had to put me back on the MAG minus the drug they assumed I had a bad reaction to. I stayed on it till about midnight Monday. It didn't feel nearly as terrible with the new MAG (minus) the wierdo drug. They then sent me back to the Mother/Baby unit to finally recover. I was so swollen, but from here on out I only felt better and better. My BP's still remained pretty high through out the rest of my stay but they put me on some Med's for that and they seem to be slowly coming down. I'm so thankful to be Happy & Healthy. This was quite the experience but still WELL worth it. I got the cutest, sweetest, most perfect baby boy. However, I think our days of having babies is over. After two NICU babies and my situation I don't think Shawn's willing to have more children with me. HaHa. We are so very blessed to have two healthy children.