Saturday, October 22, 2011

Welcome to the World

I last wrote on Thursday the 15th and I knew that we would be heading to the hospital to have our little lad on Saturday the 17th...This picture was taken on Friday the 16th the night before we had our little boy...this picture does not do justice to what my legs and feet looked liked. The doctor put me on bed rest at my last appointment and told me I had to stay down with my legs elevated till our little guy was born. Lucky it was only one day!!! (Note: this is LONG and it took me over a month to post...I have been writing the story in word and I finally finished it)Saturday September 17, 2011
I could not sleep; I tried so hard because I knew it was going to be a long day but I could not relax and I just watched some TV and sat alone with my thoughts. Going back a little bit; on Thursday at my doctor’s appointment, I had gained 12 pounds in one week since my last visit and my blood pressure was elevated; the doctor checked me and said that I was ripe and ready and dilated to a 4, so he called the hospital and scheduled an induction for 5am on Saturday, which I thought was a good time. I spent Friday lying on the couch relaxing and then I got up around 3am on Saturday and could not stop pacing and just waiting. My fear was that they would be too busy for us to come in at the scheduled time but I called the hospital at 4 and they said to head on in. We got to the hospital in great time and went up to the baby center of Celebration Hospital. The nurses were all waiting for us and they brought us right into the room. I thought that I had preregistered at the hospital after one of my appointments but they did not have all my information in the system. As they were getting me hooked up they were asking me questions and getting me all settled. I am usually ok with pokes and needles but putting the IV into my hand hurt more than I thought it would; I thought if that was an indication of how this day was going to turn out I was not ready. The night nurse was very nice and we had a lot in common. Her husband is a golf professional like my husband and they just moved here from California, close to the place where we would have moved if we had taken the job offer there. They just had a baby a few months ago and were doing the same things we were doing. It was nice of her to talk to us; it calmed my nerves a little bit. She said she would be leaving at 7 that morning and I was scared of who the day nurse was going to be but when she came in she was nice as well and I would not have wanted it any other way. So they started the Pitocin around 6am and we just sat around of a while; I was dilated to a 4 when I went in and was to a 5 within the next few hours. I was surprised at the set up and the TV and movies that they had, we put on the movie tangled; my husband had not seen it before. When we went in for our first ultrasound, that movie was playing in the waiting room and we watched a bit of it but I had wanted him to see it for a while so we put it on. He fell asleep within a few minutes and I did not want to watch it without him, so I turned on another movie and then tried asleep too.

Around 9 we both were awake and finished the movie Tangled. The nurse kept coming in asking me if I felt the contractions; I happened to be having them frequently but I could not feel them. I had to get up frequently to use the restroom My mother and sister were on call, they did not want to come too early but still wanted to be there as well. We called them around 10 and let them know that things were progressing and I was dilated to a 6; they said they would head up in the next little while. The doctor came in around 11:30 and broke my water and within a minute or less of that I started feeling the contractions and feeling them strong. I was not prepared, it went from feeling nothing to feeling everything and I tried to put on a good face but it was painful. The nurse had come in right before the doctor broke the water and asked me when I wanted the epidural and I had almost said I am ok right now maybe in a little while but something told me to tell her that I was ready whenever the anesthesiologist could do it. He was doing an epidural and then a C-section and then would be up. I was so grateful that I told the nurse to put me in the lineup because like I said I started feeling the contractions right away and was so ready at that moment for it. My mother and sister showed up at this time and I had to be strong in fount of them even though it hurt. I would try and turn my head to the side until it was over. The anesthesiologist came up around 12:30 and I was so happy to see him. He administered the drugs to me and I felt the first relief in weeks; it was instant aid that I was so grateful for. I had contemplated doing it all natural but was so happy that I just said to do it. My hands and legs had been hurting for the past three weeks so badly and I had not gotten a good night’s sleep in about that same time. I was induced because my blood pressure had been high and when the epidural was administered my blood pressure dropped and bottomed out a few times, they kept changing my position and checking the pressure every minute and monitoring things very closely. The baby was not handling the contractions good either, his blood pressure would drop too. They put a monitoring device right on his head so they could monitor him more closely and within the hour things were stable.
I was able to relax and even sleep some over the next few hours. My husband was in heaven as he had the remote and turned on Saturday football and I really did not care what he was doing. By 5pm I was dilated to an 8 and things were moving along. The nurse came in and said it was time to push and see if we could get the baby to drop more. She said sometimes people do not get the concept of pushing and it takes a while but I think I got the hang of it and she said I did a good job. My fear was that I was going to have a bowel movement as I pushed and it was not until after I told myself I just had to forget about it that I really started to see some progression. She asked who was going to hold my legs and there was a moment of awkward silence and my husband said I will and my sister took the other side. Never in my mind did I think that they would have to hold my legs, it was weird at first but then I really just did not care I wanted to have this baby. I pushed for 15 minutes and he moved along, he got stuck in the pelvic region for a little while. The nurse decided to sit me up in the bed vertical and see if he would drop more instead of trying to push for 30 more minutes. After I had been up for a few minutes I started to get light headed and not feel well. In February I had passed out after kneeling for a few minutes and I felt like I was going to go out again. They lied me back down and it was just in the nick of time, I know I would have passed out if I had been sitting up any longer. They monitored me for 30 minutes and it took a while to feel better but around 6 she checked me and I was dilated to a 10 and was complete and ready to go. We pushed for 15 or so minutes and she called the doctor. We had thought that he had gone home but he had been down in the break room and came up. It took him about 15 minutes to get up there. Side note my mother is a notary and was supposed to marry our landlords who have been together for 20 years but just decided this past little while that they wanted to get married at the gazebo by my parents’ home this trip while they were here. They decided on the 17th and we are so lucky that my father became the bishop of our ward a few weeks ago because he was able to step in and perform the marriage while my mother was with us. So back to the hospital we called my dad at 5:00 and I just felt like I should invite him to come up whenever he could; he was going to come up later in the evening but he ended up driving up then. Little boy was waiting for his grandfather because the doctor was all set by 6:30 and I started pushing; my father walked into the room at 6:37 and he was born at 6:38. He weighed 7 pounds 9 ounces and was 19 inches long.
It was perfect timing. He came out screaming and stopped once he was in my arms and then they took him to do all the measurements and stuff and he screamed the whole time until he was safely sound in his daddy’s arms. I was grateful that the sweet nurse that had been with us all day had wanted him to be born before she left at 7 and he did; I was so happy that she able to be there for the delivery. The nurse that came after her for the evening shift was not as nice and very forceful, lucky we changed to the recovery room an hour after we had him.

(So Grateful that my husband, sister and parents were able to be there to witness this miracle)

(They pumped me with so much water that I gained another 10 pounds in the hospital...that was like over 20 pounds of water weight in less then two weeks, eeek)

(Thank You Renee Jacobsen for taking these pictures)

There are many people that have said that with their first born baby they wish they could have taken their nurse home with them…well I am pretty lucky that I have my sister Ashlee. She is a nurse and has spent 10 years working in the mother baby unit or hospitals around the country. We had our little guy on Saturday and came home on Sunday; I had some friends come up to the hospital the day we were leaving and my sister came up with them. When they left she decided to stay with us and spend the last few hours at the hospital and then literally came home with me. I am so grateful for her help.

We are in the process of purchasing a home and right now are living with my parents; there are 5 adults to this one little lad and he is spoiled. He loves being held and cannot stand being naked. The only time he cries and I mean scream is when you change his diaper or clothes, give him a bath or if he is really hungry; I try not to let him get to that point. He is such a precious little boy and we are in love with our little Teddy Bear!!!