May 17, 2018 | So with M arriving on 5/16 (instead of 5/15), and it being a bit rougher than planned, E had to wait to come up until Thursday morning. I actually managed a shower the night before, but I didn’t get a chance to really clean-up before my parents/sister/niece all were at the mommy-baby room door! But we knew we wanted to tell E the gender first, before anyone else knew. Despite the whole world saying it was a boy, E always told me that it was a girl. CLEESA was the name…sorry, overruled…! So I had her come over and hug me, and I whispered in her ear “it’s a GIRL!” and she lit-up so bright saying “It’s what I was hoping for!” and instantly wanted to hold her and give an elephant-toy gift to her. It’s true that your heart completely explodes. I just cannot describe watching E love her baby sister in such a pure, honest way. Then M’s gift to E was a new toddler camera…which E adored and started taking pictures of everything/everyone. I snuggled her so much (because I truly missed her over those few days) and it was just perfect…even if I could barely walk. I still managed to grab my camera for some photos, plus A and D snapped some too… 🙂
May 16, 2018 | Our last appointment at the OB showed that our baby was breech, so on Tuesday 5/15 we are scheduled to attempt a Version Procedure for 7 AM. We arrive and are told it’s actually at 8/8:30, so we have to wait. After getting into the sono, it’s discovered that baby is HEAD-DOWN! We are thrilled, and wait in the lobby for our room. Dr. S walks in and I literally hug him because I’m so happy that we are going to get to do this sans C-section. We get to our room around 9:30 AM with Lisanne who is a big talker, and we discover our ties to my childhood dance studio…crazy!
Pitocin & IV are started in hopes of getting things going, and after a few hours Dr. S attempts super painful water break that doesn’t work. I have a LOT (30+) of fluid, and my cervix was not ready. Pitocin the rest of the afternoon while I recover from the attempt. Unhooked me at 6 so I could EAT finally. Dave walked across the street to Panera, & I scarfed it since I hadn’t eaten since 10 PM the previous day.
Dr returns at 8:15 pm or so to check baby (still head down) & place Cervadil in an attempt to soften cervix to try again in the morning. Antsy day for sure, watched Wonder Woman & Princess Bride.
By 11 pm we were asked to switch rooms due to a faulty printer, & walking + Cervadil was causing regular contractions. At midnight I got an epidural, which seemed to be working but only on my stomach. Tried to sleep but each contraction made me feel like I’d pee. At 2:30 am a contraction BURST my water open & we called Dr. S back. After attempting some pushing we realized the baby was sunny-side up. So he said to stop, & try to let the contractions bring the baby down. They hurt so bad on the veins, so anesthesia gave me a bump that finally granted me some rest/naps. At 5:30 am Dr returned and I just woke up and got to pushing. Epidural still wasn’t working so I felt everything. Pushed and pushed for an eternity, Dr threatened a c-section, so I pushed so hard then got stuck in the most painful position I’ve ever felt. I started tearing AND he performed an episiotomy and I scream-cried the baby out. It…was…awful. I had to be stitched for an eternity, but it was so nice having a healthy baby stay in the room with me this time!
It’s a GIRL! I believe the Dr said “What is it Dad…?” and D could barely tell but said GIRL. And I instantly said “It’s our M!” because the girl-name was solidly-chosen… 🙂
She was a little beat-up from being stuck in the canal for so long…some bruising on her head/right hand…and she worried the nurses for a bit with her excessive sweating…ha! I fully expected a cone-head and smashed face due to her exit, but instead she was just perfect. I kept asking D if she was ok — I think 3 times. And he grabbed my camera and took some “real” photos in the delivery room too!
July 8, 2014 | My sister was due on August 1st, but her son had other plans. After not feeling too well at work, she decided to have a co-worker take her to the hospital. Preeclampsia had suddenly shown it’s face, so a c-section was up next. At 4 lbs 13 oz, B arrived into the world. I brought my camera to capture some of the waiting, and a little of the newest family member!
Then a visit to actually meet the BOY a couple days later!
Welcome to our family Baby B!
April 30, 2014 | Yes, they really do exist. Sitting in the waiting room looking at the little glasses “store” for kiddos I was amazed. How can you determine a prescription for a baby/toddler that cannot talk?! I should have known there’s a way… 🙂
E has had a slight Ptosis since she was born on her left eye. We were watching it closely, and after consulting Dr. Google (which is so dangerous to do) I read that it doesn’t typically correct itself. The pediatrician decided that we should have it checked out to be proactive, and I’m so glad we did. The Dr. was great (all 10-minutes we saw him) and said that it isn’t severe enough to be causing any vision-issues, or putting pressure on the actual eye-ball which could create shape-changes/problems down the line. We don’t have to follow-up until she is a year old!
And getting Westside Local (to go) was a great way to celebrate!
March 26, 2014 | After E’s second pediatric appointment, it was recommended we head to the local children’s hospital for an EKG + an Echo-cardiogram. There was still a sound in there that our Dr. didn’t really like, so she wanted to be sure it wasn’t a big deal. So we setup the appointment and prepared to see what was going on.
After a quick breakfast for E, she was ready to relax enough for the test. It was a very dark room with lots of stickers/posters for kids to look at, along with a strange soothing video asking the patients to “imagine you are at a smooth lake, taking in the calming breeze and soaring birds…” I love these images Dave grabbed with his phone during the tests, and she checked out just fine! When is the last time you had immediate results from a Dr. visit?
Although it wasn’t in our “vision” for how the birth would go, baby girl ended up needing a stay at the NICU. As mentioned before, a certain nurse was a key part of helping us through it, and that was Mary Anne. That first day post-discharge, we had no idea what needed to happen. We were extremely tired, worried about E, and very lost. Mary Anne took the “parent” approach and encouraged us to go home that first night. Once E started breast feeding, going home would not be an option at all, so she encouraged us to take advantage and get a little rest (while pumping every three hours continued for me). It was a rough night for sure, but I’m so glad we took her advice.
The next day we returned to find E had an IV going into her head…not exactly what I was prepared for, but if it meant things were progressing to get home then we could do it! They also wanted to perform a spinal tap on her, checking that the infection had not traveled to her brain. So we hunkered down in her little NICU room and took turns napping on the futon vs. the reclining chair (which was NOT comfy). The beeps/bops from the monitors and sensors were constant, as were the nurses coming into the room every three hours. They were checking vitals, administering her antibiotics for the Strep B, and doing blood draws all of the time! Courtney was a nurse we had three days in a row who was really awesome, and Steph was this adorable night nurse who gave E her first bath so we could watch/learn.
I brought in a blanket or two to make it feel a little more “cozy”, and Dave brought in a lake-floaty to sleep on the floor. It’s hard being so tall on the little futon! I’m amazed how fast you can create a routine in a small space, including the parent-lounge where all of the meals had to be stored/eaten. No food or drinks allowed in the NICU rooms!
Of course my camera was close by, and about halfway through our stay I asked if we could unhook her sensors for a few minutes. I wanted to capture a few photographs (of course)… 🙂
While this all seems like a blur now…in the moment it was difficult to say the least. We spent 22 out of every 24-hours in this little room, and thanks to family/friends we had some food that wasn’t just found in our fridge at home. The Westside Local brought by the Price’s literally made me tear-up it tasted so amazing! Our schedule was strict, so we would leave by 10 AM (after her 9 AM feeding) and return in time for her Noon lunch. The feeling as you pull up to the hospital again is like a gut-punch. You want to see your baby girl, but you do NOT want to be back here!
The day finally arrived to be sent home — March 1, 2014. There was a Winter storm coming in and they were predicting a lot of Snow and Sleet…yuck! We were going to make it out just in time before it came through, and E was just as happy as we were (I promise)…
The inspiration behind starting this blog — our sweet baby girl! She’s been here for almost a month, and I decided that I need to get on the ball and document her birth story while I still remember it!
February 18, 2014
We had about a week until the due date of Feb. 26th, 2014 and the calendar was completely clear. I had just put my Maternity Leave notice up on social media, and I was ready to pull together all the last-minute things before baby! My family came over that night for Italian Beef since we knew our hosting days were limited, and it was a nice casual night. Dave suggested a photo with my sister since we didn’t have one together with both of us Expecting…and I’m so glad he did. They leave, I clean up, and we head to sleep.
February 19, 2014
It’s around 3:00 AM when I wake up to some cramping…but I just wonder if it’s pregnancy pain? I don’t even wake the husband and head downstairs to roll on the exercise ball a bit and try to go back to sleep. I’m pretty sure I quickly napped on the couch, but soon couldn’t do that because I was realizing this might be IT! I finally grab Dave around 6:00 AM and tell him I think things are progressing, and he wants to dash right out the door. But in my usual manner I want to shower, get a few things done, etc before we leave…this is our last time alone in the house!
We get to the hospital where I’m admitted to triage, and they attempt to tell me my water hasn’t broken and I’m not too far along. I’m convinced they are wrong, as the contractions are getting stronger and closer. After about 90-min of sitting around and waiting, they admit us! The labor & delivery room is gorgeous, the sun is shining bright in the windows, and I begin bracing for those lovely contractions. In the beginning I had the peaks and valleys, but by Noon I was asking for the epidural since the valleys were no longer happening. I finally got a little rest, and progressed well over the next few hours. We listened to the Spotify playlist that Dave had created (twice) and before I knew it the nurse was telling me she could see dark hair! Is it a boy or girl???? I was convinced boy the whole time, but we would soon find out…!
Dr. Sheridan came in and we started the true pushing…and before I knew it a baby GIRL was placed on my chest. But only for a few moments because she wasn’t breathing. The transition didn’t go well for her, and there were about 4-5 nurses working on her in the corner. I could only catch a small fraction of what they were saying, and when I looked at Dave he was sweating and a little green (the Dr. asked him to sit down)! After a good 15-minutes they brought her to me again for a moment and had to take her to NICU. There are no words to describe all of the anticipation to meet your baby, and then to have her taken away so quickly. Dave went out to the lobby to get my family so we could share the gender, and their puzzled faces when they came in to the labor room (since there was no baby) threw me into some tears.
Dave went upstairs to visit her while I waited for my epidural to wear off. They would not let me go until I could use the bathroom! It was a long three hours or so…but finally Dave wheeled me up to the 4th floor so I could really see/meet our daughter. She was in a room all by herself, with a very bruised chest and a space-helmet on to help her with oxygen. It was surreal…we were both in complete shock, exhausted, and overwhelmed. Of course our recovery room was on the 2nd floor, and they asked me to go back down there and start pumping every three hours since we were apart. HARDEST…THING…EVER.
The next 48-hours are somewhat of a blur…we are sharing time between the recovery room and the NICU room where she is getting treated, and we find out she has a bacterial infection of Group B Strep (even though I tested negative at 34-35 weeks). This means 7-10 days of antibiotics through an IV, and an extended stay in the NICU. We know we are going to be discharged, but what do we do after that? This is where Mary Anne comes in…my favorite nurse, and the person I will be forever grateful to for her advice and guidance! More on that later… 🙂