Saturday, October 27, 2012

Month One

The first month:

One month checkup you weighed 8lbs 13oz and were 21.6in long
Will NOT sleep on your back or anywhere else but in someone's arms
Eyes are still gray and your hair is very light (almost like Maggie's)
Cranky every night and cry from 8-11 like clockwork
Spent the night at Grammy T's and Grandpa's house for the first time
dressed as a cow for Halloween
Not tongued tied, we had you checked
Eat every three hours around the clock
Spent an entire day with Ya-Ya when mommy was sick
Wear newborn onesies and 0-3 month sleepers
Love being in the sling
Go on 2-3 mile walks with Ya-Ya, Papa and Zoey when the weather is nice
Bought a swing and you love it
ultrasound of your belly was fine
Went to the Harley Diner for the first time

Tuesday, October 23, 2012

part two

I told Joe to drive slowly to the hospital because I didn't want to be there too early and regret being cooped up. He wanted to drop me off at the entrance but I made him park to take longer and I think he parked as far away as possible (I'd like to think on purpose but it wasn't)! Once we got to the unit, things moved quickly. My nurse Jen, admitted me and started my IV and Dumb Blonde Resident (as I affectionately named her later) came in and checked me. She said I was maybe 3cm and 50% effaced. Well, that was interesting; I guess I can labor in reverse. Not more than 5 minutes later, Dr. K came in and we talked about when was a good time to get a epidural, checked me herself and said I was 5cm, broke my water, and said anytime after now would be good to get the epidural. I nodded my head in agreement and before I knew it the CNA was setting up. (Joe had to leave and went to call my parents) I was a terrible patient. At this point, I lost it. It wasn't the pain but all the anxiety. I was sitting on the edge of the bed, trying to push out my back with my head on the nurse's shoulder and there were tears, snot, heaving, and lots of wailing. Every time the CNA touched me, I moved. He kept trying to redirect me and was getting agitated with me but he got it in and I didn't even realize it; he was that good.

The epidural worked right away and I calmed down (coincidence? I think not). My parents showed up and Dumb Blonde Resident came in to check me again and I was at "maybe 6 and 90%" around 3pm. I though the epidural was so funny because my legs felt like tingling tree trunks and they didn't feel like my own body when I touched them. I could move and lift them and turn myself but it was the weirdest feeling! I think we all took a nap around dinner time and the staff changed shifts. So Dr. Mendise came in and I was 9cm. Wohoo! Many different residents came in and out after this and 2 of them even tried to do the same exam on me until I got fed up. Luckily Dumb Blonde was gone but she had left me in a mood towards residents. They were trying to find what position the baby was in and no one could figure it out.

At 8pm I started pushing. I kicked my dad out of the room and my mom and Joe each took a leg. Joe would count and my mom would say encouraging things. I pushed for what felt like forever. My nurse, Chantal, suggested trying to wait longer and not push but it felt like I couldn't help it. It wasn't painful but it was like I was supposed to be pushing and if I didn't then it hurt. So I kept on pushing...for 3 hours! I had a few nervous breakdowns scattered through here too. I cried a lot. Everyone said I was making progress and was pushing effectively but the baby's head was stuck and they could tell he was trying to turn himself around.  Oh he turned alright, and in the wrong direction.

I got really excited when Dr. M came in, got gowned up and they started taking apart the bed, uncovering the delivery set up and turning on the baby warmer.  I think I started crying and said something like, "I'm so happy to see you!" because I knew things were close if the doc and resident were in the room. I had no idea how close we were though. It seemed like 1 or 2 more pushes and I saw Dr. M holding what appeared to be a big baby and Joe was cutting the cord.

Turns out, he presented with the side of his head first and then rotated to a face up position. This meant that the largest part of his head would be coming out first. No one seemed to know this until he crowned and he was looking straight up at everyone. This lead to a 4th degree laceration and lots of back pain for me and a baby with a very lopsided and smushy (and probably painful) head. They laid him on my chest and the baby cried and I cried and we all cried. The nurse wanted to weigh and assess him but I said I wasn't giving up the baby until everyone was done "down there". When he did get weighed, I couldn't believe he was 7lbs 12oz and 21in long. That's a average baby! I thought for sure I would have a peanut because I didn't gain a lot of weight and up until like 36 weeks, I just went up a size in all my shirts.

All in all, it actually wasn't as bad as I thought it would be. The epidural was amazing and work magnificently. Although I did declare right after delivery that we were never doing this again and getting separate beds a la I Love Lucy. Dr. M laughed and said he would see me again in 2 years.

Saturday, October 6, 2012

so that I may praise him more fully

Our Birth Story

At my 39 week appointment, Dr. K checked me and emphatically proclaimed that the baby would be here within a week. She was sure of it. She said to make an 40 week appointment but I wouldn't be keeping it. All week long, every time I scratched my nose or stopped and paused, Joe would give himself whiplash and ask if I was in labor. Nothing happened; and actually my Braxton Hicks calmed down if anything. So off we go to my 40 week appointment, which was the day before my due date and I was 3cm dilated and 80% effaced and Dr. K stripped my membranes. She made another declaration that the baby WOULD be born within 48 hours. She told me she was on call tonight and she looked forward to admitting to the hospital. Haha! I went home to lay on the couch cramping, bleeding, and in pain but no real contractions.

Until 11:30pm when Joe and I went to bed. I laid there for about an hour and noticed they were just shy of 20 minutes apart. I was too excited to sleep so I got up and sat in the recliner in the nursery and read 300 pages of Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows. Joe woke up at 5am and noticed I wasn't in bed. I told him to go back to bed, I was about 8 minutes apart and only had 50 pages left to read of my book. Then I would shower and wake him up. He did not like this answer and insisted that I shower now but agreed to go back to bed until I was out and I would wake him up again. I showered and went back to reading when Joe woke up again and rolled his eyes and got ready to go himself; he was so nervous and wouldn't not go back to bed! We both went downstairs and laid on the couch until about 9:30am. I was contracting every 6 minutes since about 6am and they weren't getting any closer together but they were getting stronger. It was getting to the point of not being able to sit still through them and I couldn't really focus on anything else. Joe would rub my back or give counter pressure every time and encouraged me. We decided to call Paragon and ask what we should do.

The nurse said since I was a first timer and I lived so close to the office that we should just go in there and be examined. Dr. M would see us at 10am. He was very confused about why we were there but agreed to check me and halfheartedly determined I was 3 maybe 4cm and 90% effaced. He said he would call Dr. K at the hospital but didn't see a reason to not admit me; I was in labor! Dr. K agreed to directly admit me to the L&D unit so we went home, let Zoey out one more time and were off to the hospital.