Birth Story: Part Four

Find Part One here.Find Part Two here. Find Part Three here.

We survived our first night with the new baby!  With everything I had been through, I was still burning hot.  Poor Doc froze the whole night.  We kept the temperature in the room cool and he head to sleep on the leather sofa.  Halfway through the night he got up to put on pants and long sleeves and socks.  I felt really bad, but not bad enough to raise the temperature!

Our first visitors of the day were Chris and Allison.  (Sorry this is getting cropped off.)

Allison knew that I had been craving sushi and brought with her the cutest plate of  sushi made out of baby clothes.

My oldest brother, Nick, stopped by on his lunch break.

In the early afternoon, Doc picked the older two kids up from school so they could meet their new daughter.  They both received cards, candy, and Target gift cards from their new sister, and Doc had purchased Where The Sidewalk Ends and marked a few poems for them to read to her.  They really got into their readings!

Anna was excited to hold her new sister.  Wyatt was a little more nervous and passed.  I'm not sure there are many 12-year-old boys itching to hold a newborn.

Doc and all three of his sweet babies.

As they left, Nick returned with the rest of his family.  After giving me a balloon, this little girl came and told me she broke her leg.

I asked her about that since her leg looked perfectly fine, and she just changed the subject and told me her school burned down.  Her dad told me they'd had a fire drill that day.  Good thing she doesn't overexaggerate.

The week before Katie arrived, I had picked up a few things from the Target dollar bins to entertain all the kids when they came to visit.  I think the best purchase were these stick on mustaches!  Please meet Mario and Luigi...

There were some crazy glasses too...

 

Bren finally decided she wanted to hold the baby.  I'm just glad she lost the glasses and mustache first and didn't scare my little girl!

Shortly after they all left, Meghan and Megan arrived.  They are both expecting babies so I did my best to tell them exactly what to expect for delivery!  I even showed them the oh-so-sexy underwear they can look forward to wearing afterwards!

I hate that I didn't get a picture of every guest that came to see us.  We so appreciated everyone stopping by to see our little girl!

The next day at the hospital was short.  Katie and I were both discharged in the morning and we were loaded up and ready to head home before noon.  Here's my girl in her carseat for the first time.

After being home for over a week now, we're definitely getting settled and finally starting to find our groove.  I think I'll write one final pregnancy post to wrap up how I've felt since being home, and then we can call this pregnancy done!

Birth Story: Part Three

Find Part One here.Find Part Two here.

Picking up from where we left off, I had just received an oxygen mask and was waiting on the doctor to arrive.

It only took about 10 minutes for her to get there, but it felt like an eternity.  I was ready to get the show on the road!  I think I was also a little bit anxious.  I asked the nurses if the baby would come straight to me after she came out or if she'd go over to the crib and get cleaned up first.  They said it was completely up to me.  I was torn - I really wanted to see her right away but at the same time I was picturing myself covered in blood after holding the baby on my chest.  I remember thinking that we had visitors waiting out in the lobby and I didn't want my gown to be gross when they came back.  Seriously?!?  I never gave a preference; I just decided to wait and see what happened.

The doctor arrived and the nurses quickly helped her get into her surgical gowns.  The room lights were lowered and the spotlights came on.  Before the doctor arrived, one of the nurses had told me not to let on that I couldn't feel anything at all.  Apparently this particular doctor would turn off the epidural, and I didn't want that.  It was hard to pretend that I could still feel pressure, because I definitely couldn't feel a thing!

Doc was in charge of my left leg and a nurse was on my right side.  My mom stood behind Doc and helped hold my head.  We went over the push plan one more time and then waited for a contraction.  The nurses and doctor couldn't feel the contractions on my stomach, so they stared at the monitor to see when one was coming.  They gave me the word and I drew in a deep breath and made it through 3 sets of ten-count pushes.  Another contraction came right away so we repeated the process one more time.  They all told me I was doing great.

While we were taking a break, I saw the doctor reach for the scissors.  She told me I had a tear and that it would be better for her to make a small cut than to let the tear continue.  At the time, I said "Sure! Whatever it takes!" A week and a half later, I really wish we coulda skipped that step!  Then, the baby's heartrate dropped way low.  The doctor seemed to be moving faster so I could sense that was bad.  "The baby's coming out this time," she said.  One of the nurses made eye contact with me and said, "Push real hard."

I got the memo!  They told me the contraction was coming.  I drew in my breath, held it, started to push for one, two...and then, "Stop! Stop pushing! The baby's out!"

I thought they were joking.  I couldn't see or hear the baby and I didn't feel anything.  But then, a second later, the doctor lifted her up.  I watched while she suctioned her nose and mouth and then finally heard that first little cry.  She was here!  The scissors were passed over to my mom.  Doc did not want to cut the umbilical cord so I had told my mom she could.  Doc shifted over so she could step up and cut it.  (I have pictures of all of this, but...)

Once the cord was cut, the doctor threw her onto a towel on my belly.  I say "threw" because I specifically remember her bouncing.  Then hands were everywhere using the towel to wipe her off, very much like you would dry off a wet dog after a bath.

Love at first sight.  (Sorry, slightly bloody.  This is the cleanest pic I have.)

They took her away from me to get her cleaned up.  She weighed in at 7 pounds, 5 ounces...just like her mama. :)

(Warning: following paragraph contains lots of birthing words...feel free to skip it if you don't want to read all the details.)

Doc and my mom moved over to the crib to watch the baby while the doctor worked on stitching me up.  I still couldn't feel anything but that didn't make that part any more fun.  My placenta didn't come out with the baby, so after getting the stitches, the doctor had to try to pull it out.  I think this is not uncommon, but when she pulled it out, it tore.  Not all of it came out.

After what seemed like an eternity, I was finally handed my baby again.  She was (and is!) the most perfect little baby.

So in love.

We were allowed to have visitors while in the labor and delivery room, and since they'd been waiting awhile, we told them to come on back!

Mimi and Poppy with grandchild number seven.

Jenny and her husband Darrin were the first of our friends to come visit.  They brought balloons and a welcome banner with them.

Katie Wynn didn't arrive until 8:51pm, so it was pretty late by this time.  We said goodbye to our guests and hoped to move to a permanent room.  At our hospital, most new moms stay in the labor and delivery room for just an hour after birth.  We were not as lucky.  Because of the placenta issue, my body had a hard time getting the bleeding under control.  I got a shot of something in my leg and also had to receive another bag of pitocin to get my muscles to continue contracting.  My epidural was turned off but stayed in.  I didn't realize it at the time but Doc told me later that was in case I had to go in for an emergency surgery.  Eek!  Things were under control after awhile and we eventually made it to our room right before midnight.

We settled in for our first night with a new baby.

I know the "birth" is officially over, but I'll wrap up this series in Part Four with the rest of hospital stay.

 

Birth Story: Part Two

Find Part One here. When we last left off, we'd just gotten word from the doctor that they were going to let us stay at the hospital and start to induce labor.  I was so happy to hear this news!

My nurse asked if I'd like to go ahead and receive my epidural or wait a while.

Um, what?  After just looking at her for a few seconds trying to make sure I heard that question correctly, I finally asked, "Is there a reason to wait?  Do people do that? Can I only have it for a certain amount of time or something?" I could not make sense of the question.

Obviously, I was ready for the drugs!  Thankfully, she said there was no reason to wait unless I just wanted to try to labor naturally for a while.  No thank you, that was not on my to-do list.  She asked me what my level of pain was on a scale of 1 to 10, with one being no pain at all and ten feeling like my body was on fire and someone had ripped off my arm and was beating me with it.  That seemed a little extreme so I went with a safe 5.  They were definitely unpleasant feeling but I knew they'd be getting worse.

First on the agenda was to get blood drawn.  No big deal.  Then I had to receive a bag of fluids in case the epidural caused my blood pressure to drop.  Again, no big deal, except that it was cold!  The nurse examined me after receiving the fluids and I had progressed to 3 cms.  She told me the first 4 cm take the longest so I felt good that we'd made it more than halfway through those.  Finally, the CRNA arrived to give me my epidural.

I was a little nervous about getting the epidural.  Not because of the needle stick, but because of what could happen if it went wrong.  I knew I'd have to sit very still to get it, even while I was having contractions.  I swung my legs over the side of the bed and sat up.  With my nurse's help, I hunched my back over and got into position.  I prayed that I would be able to sit still.  The CRNA was very friendly, but he seemed to take forever to get it done!  There was lots of prep work before the actual stick and then I think he used a whole roll of tape to secure it in place.  It was not painful at all to receive but I was still glad when it was over and could lay back down.  Bring on the numbness!

The nurse warned me it would take about 15 minutes to kick in; I wouldn't have instant relief.  I was patient and waited for it to knock out the pain.  Slowly but surely, the pain started to subside...in most places.  After about 15 minutes, I told my nurse I could still feel the contractions on the right side of my lower abdomen - right where all the action was.  As she watched the contractions on the monitor, I told her exactly when I started feeling them and when it stopped.  I was still feeling the peaks of each contraction.

At her suggestion, I pushed my medicine button to dispense more pain medicine through my epidural line.  Hopefully this would get the last bit of pain that I was feeling in my abdomen.

Unfortunately, it did not.  Even after the second dose of medicine, I could still feel every contraction in that one spot.  Did I mention that that's exactly where the baby's head was?  I'm not sure if that even mattered, but the pain was starting to get pretty intense.  The nurse called the CRNA to come back and check it out.  When he arrived, we pushed the button one more time to bring on more pain medicine.  Still, nothing.

As the day progressed, I only got more and more miserable.  I went from being this girl when we checked in...

...to this girl.  No, I am not peacefully sleeping in this picture.  Instead, I'm suffering through a contraction and trying not to be sick.

By this time, every contraction felt like someone was stabbing me in the abdomen.  I was burning hot, but the towel laying across my chest was there because the pain made me feel like I was going to be sick.  My parents had arrived but I was in no shape to visit.  The contractions were coming every two and half minutes apart and it took all of my energy to get through each one.  With my eyes closed, I tried convincing myself that it was just a feeling, not a pain.  You can imagine how effective that was.

Eventually, the CRNA decided I had a "hot spot," a place that the epidural just wasn't going to hit.  He tried one more time to push more medicine - this time it was a much stronger strength that he put in my epidural line with a syringe.  By this time, my legs weren't just kind of tingly, they were completely numb.  With the first doses, I could still feel when my mom patted my leg.  Now, I couldn't feel anything.

The stronger medicine didn't numb the hot spot.  At some point in the afternoon - I have no idea how far along we were - the CRNA and nurse told me they could try to redo the epidural, but they weren't very convincing that it would do anything.  They made it sound like the chances of it helping were slim, and since I was in a good deal of pain and not sure I could sit back up, I decided not to redo it.  I thought I could suffer through it.

And suffer I did!  I could no longer talk to anyone.  Doc sat by my side watching the contraction monitor and placing a cool rag on my forehead each time they came.  He also fed me ice chips when I felt like I could eat them.  The only good news is that I was progressing at a much faster pace than they had initially estimated.

Sometime in the evening, right before my nurse's shift ended at 7:00, the CRNA came back for one final check.  I was at 8 cm.  Once again the nurse asked me my pain level.  No more safe 5s!  I held my breath through a contraction (I couldn't seem to remember to breathe through them) and then was finally able to answer.  Definitely a 9 or 10!  Basically I had spent the whole day laboring naturally in this one spot, and with all the medicine that I now had in me, I could no longer move anything from my waist down so trying to get into a more comfortable position was not an option.  The CRNA insisted that we try to redo the epidural, but we had to do it immediately before I got any further along.

This was tricky since half of my body was dead.  Doc and the nurse had to physically pick up my legs to swing them off the side of the bed and help me sit up.  The nurse held my weight so I could somewhat sit up.  In addition to redoing the epidural, the CRNA was also going to try to do a complete nerve block.  This would guarantee to hit the hot spot, the only downside is that it was a one-time drug, meaning it would last about an hour and then the pain would be back full force.  No medicine button to push for an additional dose.

I could not tell you any conversation that went on while the CRNA worked on my back because I was deep in prayer!  I prayed that I could sit still through the intense pain; I prayed that redoing the epidural was the right decision and it would hit the hot spot; I prayed that the CRNA was good at his job and I'd be able to move my legs again after it was all over!

Y'all, God is good! For many reasons, but at this moment, it was because he answered every one of my specific prayers!  I was not able to get the complete nerve block because I could not sit up straight enough, but that didn't even matter because moving the epidural up two vertebrae solved the problem and finally, finally, I got some relief!  Of course, I had to wait about 15 minutes to know for sure, but as soon as the nurse and Doc told me I'd just had a contraction without me feeling it, I was so, so happy!

I did panic a little when I tried to wiggle my toes and couldn't.  I think my heartrate even sped up a bit.  I asked the CRNA if he was sure everything went ok and he assured me it did.  I just had to have faith that I'd eventually move my legs again.  It's very scary not to be able to wiggle your toes even when you really try hard to make them move!

Sweet, sweet relief.

I finally felt like what I imagine most women feel like when they get the first epidural!  Hats off to anyone who delivers naturally with no pain medicine; I wouldn't wish that kind of pain on anyone!  I only did it for a while in one tiny spot and I was completely miserable!  In fact, for a period of about 6 hours, I probably would've told you that I was never, ever doing this again.

My poor parents had spent the whole afternoon with us while we all just waited.  At this point, I could finally sit up and talk to them.  I felt like a million bucks!  We didn't get a lot of time to just hang out, though, because when my new nurse came to check me again, I was at 10 cm.  It was baby time!

Before she left to call the doctor, the nurse had me do some practice pushes.  I had no idea what to do so I asked for guidance.  When the contraction started, I was to breathe in a deep breath, hold it and push for a ten-count, release my breath and repeat.  I needed to do 3 sets of ten-count pushes during one contraction.  I told her I understood the plan except for one thing - how do you push when you can't feel anything?  She told me I'd have to use my head and try to push like I was using the bathroom.  I suppose I could try!

Because I'd had so much medicine, Doc had to be much more involved than he probably anticipated!  My legs were dead weight so he and the nurse had to do all the heavy lifting.  They got me in position, we waited for a contraction, and I pushed as hard as I could just like she told me.  After it was over, I asked how I did.  She smiled and said she was headed to call the doctor.  No more practice pushes because the baby was on its way!

While she was gone, we had a quick photoshoot.  Here's Dad before he headed out to the waiting room.

I had invited to my mom to stay for the delivery.

And Doc was just as ready as me to meet his new daughter!

More nurses came in and started setting up the room.  I was given an oxygen mask and told to just keep breathing.

Everyone was in position and ready to go.  All we had to do was wait for the doctor to arrive...

(To be continued.)

Birth Story: Part One

Today my baby girl will officially be a week old!  I can't believe this time last week we were just now checking into the hospital and getting ready to meet her.  It seems so far away and just like yesterday at the same time.  I already can't imagine life without her! I hate that it has taken me a week to even start trying to write out the birth story, because I really wanted to write it while it was still fresh in my head.  Hopefully I can remember all the details.  Like with the pregnancy posts. I'm adopting the mindset that this blog is first and foremost a journal for myself, and this life event is definitely something I want to be able to look back on later and re-read.  I'm sure there will be TMI parts and maybe I'll give more details than I should on the internet, but the good news is I don't have many readers anyway!  Ha!  If hearing the gory details of labor and delivery are not your cup of tea, then I encourage you to just skip this series. :)

I think technically, my birth story can start on Saturday night while I was sitting down typing this post.  I furiously typed about how ready I was to do so many things, most of all meet our little girl.  She must've been reading what I was typing because I felt my first contraction right as I wrapped that post up.  Well, I don't know for sure that it was the first one, but it was the first one that I stopped and took note of and called it a real contraction.  It had a definite start and stop, was very uncomfortable, and didn't go away when I changed positions.  Definitely not a Braxton Hicks.  I told Doc I may have had a contraction but wasn't really sure.  We went about our evening, got ready for bed, and turned off the lights at 10:30.

Man, I got some good sleep!  Until 11:30, that is.  A one-hour power nap, if you will, and then I was awoken by another contraction.  I couldn't fall back to sleep because it got me excited.  And a little anxious.  Was this for real?  As I layed in bed, I downloaded an App called Full Term so I could start timing contractions.  This App was fantastic - all I had to do was click "start" and "stop" when I felt one and it calculated everything else - how long it lasted and how far apart it was from the one prior.  It also gave me averages for the past hour.  I highly recommend it to anyone expecting!

The contractions started coming more regularly, so at 1:58, I hit "start" for the first time.  46 seconds!  I had no idea if that was bad or good.  The next one came 13 minutes later.  As I began officially tracking these, I started googling things like "when do you go to hospital if in labor?" and "how do you know you're in labor?"  Can't be too prepared, right?  I had heard of the 5-1-1 rule and so I googled it too.  The rule is that your contractions should be within 5 minutes apart, last for at least a minute each, for over an hour.  I liked having a set guidline and, thanks to the App, I'd know exactly when I got to that point and could hit the road.

Doc finally stirred between 5 and 6 in the morning.  "I'm having contractions."  That's all it took for him to be wide-awake.  He was so excited.  I showed him the App and how I'd been tracking them all night long.  They were averaging around 45 seconds each and were about 8 or 9 minutes apart.  I went ahead and got up but told him to get some rest because I felt certain we would be going to the hospital later that day.

I sat in the living room, glued to my phone.  I had no idea what to do.  Was I supposed to eat?  I asked Google.  Hmmm...mixed opinions on that one.  I ate a cookie that I'd baked the night before.  Then I remembered that everything I put in would eventually have to make its way out, and I decided maybe I shouldn't eat anymore.  My body, it seemed, was one step ahead of me and started clearing out on its own.  Sorry for the TMI.  I'm not sure if that's common when you start having contractions or if maybe I just had an upset stomach.  At any rate, I used the bathroom a handful of times and started feeling pretty good about my fear of going during delivery because it didn't seem like there was anything left to come out!

I sent my mom a text that said it might be baby day.  Didn't take long to get a response. :)  (Side note - I learned that when you're close to your due date, people answer their phones a lot faster when you call!)  I told her we wouldn't be in church because we would probably head to the hospital soon.

Before I knew it, Doc was up, packed, and ready to go!  I planned on showering and getting cleaned up so I told him to be patient.  I was pretty ready to go too but I did not want to get to the hospital and have them send us home.  I was determined not to have a false alarm!  It took me a while to go through my shower and getting ready routine since I stopped everything for each contraction.  They were definitely painful but I knew they'd only get worse, so I kept telling myself not to be dramatic.  Suck it up!  At this point, they were within five minutes of each other but weren't lasting at least a minute each.  That was throwing my set guidelines for a loop...how was I supposed to know when to go now??

Finally, a few minutes before 10:00am, we had the car loaded up and were ready to head out.  Before going to the hospital, we had to drop Lolli off at my parents' house so she'd be taken care of.  Doc ran inside long enough to put her down and get a quick "Good luck! Keep us posted!" from my dad, and then we were off!

Throughout the pregnancy, I always imagined that this is when my anxiety would really kick in.  I envisioned panic attacks on the way to the hospital.  Praise the Lord, that was not the case at all.  I was surprisingly calm.  We arrived at the hospital around 10:25 and parked.  I told Doc there was no need to pull up to the emergency entrance; I was totally capable of walking in.

Here I am at the Admissions desk getting checked in.  Judging from the look on my face, I think Doc caught me mid-contraction.

Since it was a Sunday, the hospital was pretty quiet.  We didn't have to wait at all; we immediately got to go back to a Labor and Delivery room.  I changed into a hospital gown and waited for the nurse to come back and get me hooked up to all the machines.

The nurse came and strapped the big bands around my belly - one to monitor the contractions and the other for the fetal heartbeat.  Then she checked me to see if I'd made any progress from my doctor's appointment earlier in the week.

Sigh...no progress!  I was still only at 1, maybe 2, cm.  I could tell by the look on her face that this wasn't good news.  "Does that mean we have to go home?"  I felt the tears well up in my eyes, but was able to hold them in.  "I'm going to call the doctor and see what she thinks."

Because I had not had anything to eat or drink all day, the doctor thought I may just be dehydrated and having false contractions.  False contractions don't make you progress any.  False contractions are bad.  I was given a big hospital jug of water and had about 45 minutes to drink it all.  If I really was just dehydrated, the water would make the contractions subside and I'd have to go back home.  Even though the contractions were painful, with every sip of water I took, I prayed that they wouldn't go away!  I just wanted to meet my baby!  Didn't they read my blog post?!?  I was READY!

Sad about still not knowing if we would get to stay or not.  Also, cold from the water.

I finished the water and was still having contractions!  Yay!  I felt like surely that meant we'd be staying.  When the nurse came back, she checked me one more time.  Still nothing.  Still just 1-2cm.  "What does that mean?"  I asked her, terrified I was about to get checked out.  She said she'd have to call the doctor and update her and that it would be the doctor's call.  This was not my regular doctor since she was not on call for the weekend.  I did not know this particular doctor at all and had no idea what she'd want to do.

She left to make the call and we waited.  And waited.  I was impatient.  Come on already!

Finally, the nurse returned to our room and said she'd spoken to the doctor.  "Well?!?!"

"You're staying."

"YAY!!!!"

I have a feeling the majority of hospital patients do not like to hear that they have to stay longer, but this was music to my ears.  My baby was coming!

To be continued...

She's here!

I'm sorry it's taken me so long to update, but I've been keeping busy taking care of a very sweet little girl!  She must've gotten the message when I wrote this post, because the contractions started later that night! Katie Wynn was born Sunday, September 23rd at 8:51pm.  She weighed 7 lbs, 5 oz and was 19.5 inches long.

I am working on writing out the birth story with all the details, so be expecting that soon.  In the mean time, here are some random pictures we've taken with our phones.  Hopefully I'll have better quality ones to share soon!

As you can see from her sleeves, all the clothes we took to the hospital for her were way too big!

She was feeling pretty sassy our last morning in the hospital!

Ready for first car ride...headed home!

This one is my favorite so far.  She just looks like a little angel, sleeping so peacefully.

Lolli doesn't really like being in second place, but she has become pretty protective of her little sister.

We've been home for 3 nights now, and each night has been a little bit easier than the one before.  Fingers crossed that it continues to be that way instead of moving backwards.  We are so very in love with this precious little girl.  She has already changed so much from those first two days in the hospital!  I'll be back soon with more, but if it takes me a few days, you'll know I'm busy snuggling with my sweet pea.