During and after the birth of our youngest, she pulse, BP and the rest of the vital signs hit zero. She went into shock, from what I could see. I was starting CPR when the code team came in and hauled her away. For whatever reason, her organs had to be piece back together. Before they were done, she took seven units of whole blood, and an equal amount of plasma. There were several issues which meant she could never again take a baby to term and the attempt could kill her.strawberryblonde wrote: ↑Thu Aug 04, 2022 6:51 amBandaddie, was this because of your wife’s condition, or for some other reason? I had a tubal ligation during the delivery of our youngest child. It was very quick, involving just a small incision at my belly button. I experienced no complications at all. But maybe I should have asked more questions.
Is there a medical reason vasectomies are recommended over tubals? I’ve always assumed a vasectomy is viewed by wives (and maybe husbands, too) as a sort of even-ing the scale, since she’s the one who carries the babies. (Obviously not your situation.)
The baby, at just 2250 grams, was the smallest baby on record born to our family. I was born over 5850 grams.
The baby never showed signs of distress. I am convinced, the angels had her in their embrace the whole time. She is now 21 years old, and the warm sun of my days of winter. She is a clone of her mother.
Mommy did everything right during the prenatal period. We knew there would be issues, however, no one expected this. I was there, actively taking part because of a nurses strike. I was an EMT during my intelligence days. In those "first responder" years, I delivered six babies, three during war, one during a typhoon and one in the wreck of a car and a train. I have never once worked a "normal" delivery. The sixth baby stills gives me nightmares. I do not speak of it.
Maybe such things are in my genetics. My paternal grandmother started bearing children at age 14. She had twelve sons. Only six survived to age five. Three survived to adulthood. Of those three, one was executed as a traitor in the late 1950's (Their reason: my grandfather was a member of the wrong political party), the two remaining; my father, who passed this last July, almost died in Korean conflict. Now there is but an uncle, exactly my age. Our family was one of the wealthiest in the country, top of the heap world-wide, so it was not a matter of hunger and other third world stereotypes. This is a mean old world and stuff happens.
I have a great deal of respect for the OB/GYN specialists. Their job is a ### shoot. They can do everything possible and still things go wrong. Society and the courts will always hold them liable for the workings of God and nature. Our OB/GYN explained to me what performing further surgery would do to my wife. I said, "Let her spend the rest of the year healing. She has been through enough." Six months later, it all fell apart and she had to have an emergency hysterectomy. Her last period turned into a major flood of fresh blood. My vasectomy was for naught.
One small thing: neither of us understand your phrase, "Even-ing the scale."