Well this post is long overdue. Although, I still can't believe i'm writing it! You carry this baby for nine loooooong months, wondering almost everyday how this story is going to go.. and here I am with the sweetest little girl in my arms, writing about how she made her perfect entrance into this world. I love to go back and read all the details of Rowan's birth story, the details are what make me remember, and take me back to that place. And if I don't write it down, the details slip away from my memory... So I'm writing it all. It's long. It might be T.M.I., so if that's not your thing, you can just look at the pics. And this really is for me, anyways. But the birth of life is so amazing. So here it goes.
Because of how everything went with Rowan, I assumed things with this baby girl would be similar. Dr. Judd told me at almost every doctor's appointment that I went to, "Women tend to follow patterns.." So, not that I expected to have this baby 19 days early, but I thought she would be around the same time. When that time started to very quickly approach, I kind of started freaking out! I wanted to feel really ready physically, emotionally, and mentally for this baby, and I was NOT ready for her to come yet. I had alot of breakdowns, and Jord was able to give me a really sweet blessing that I would feel at peace, and that this was such an exciting time in our lives. It really helped ease my troubles.
Up in Logan, I got checked by the doctor (to see if I had progressed at all) starting at 35 weeks. Dr. Judd said he doesn't start checking until 37-38 weeks, which was fine, but I was starting to get anxious wondering what was happening with this baby. So when I got checked at 37.5 weeks and out of the mouth of Dr. Judd "there is absolutely nothin goin on down there," It kind of threw me off. Really? Absolutely nothing? Well, I was still in a little bit of panic mode, so at least I had some time to finish things up. And I did. I was able to get alot done at my house. I was starting to feel totally ready for her to get here. Well, I walked in to my dr's appt that next week, I was 38.5 weeks. Dr. Judd said "Well, you're not gonna like me when I tell you this." And my heart sank. Seriously? Nothin?!?! I was so disappointed and shocked that n.o.t.h.i.n.g was going on. I didn't expect to walk in to that appointment and have them tell me that she was coming that day, but I wanted SOMETHING to be happening. After Dr. Judd left the room, I started crying. Ha ha, story of my life. It's funny now, looking back at how fast my emotions changed from not wanting her to come yet, to why the heck is she not coming? ha ha. I also really really really didn't want to have a halloween baby. I just didn't. And from the beginning of this pregnancy, I didn't think we'd make it even close to my due date (November 1st), so I wasn't worried about the halloween thing at all. But here we were, 10 days from my due date, with halloween quickly approaching. I was so shocked! We had also talked about the possibility of being induced. Again, I never thought I would make it far enough to have to be induced, I really wanted to go on my own. But I think the thought of having a halloween baby clouded any thoughts I had about letting this baby go on her own, that I was willing to force her out! (We did the April Fool's baby thing with Rowan, I didn't want a holiday tradition to continue with our kids..).
Thursday, October 24th, one day shy of being 39 weeks. Jord and I decided we needed to get to the temple. It would be much harder to go when our baby girl got here, so I wanted to go before she came. We dropped Rowan off at my parents and we went down to the Provo Temple. I actually had never been to that one. It was a beautiful site. And I was at peace the entire time during the session. I remember feeling so grateful for my sweet husband, who had been such a good support to me (a crazy prego lady). We went and picked up Rowan and went home. As soon as we laid her down to go to bed, I started feeling some intense braxton hicks. I was sitting on the couch, grimacing at every one. They started getting pretty close together. After about 30 minutes, I told Jord what was happening, so he started timing them. After an hour, they were consistently 4-5 minutes apart. But I just didn't feel like they were hard enough. And we had definitely learned our lesson with Rowan about going in too early and getting sent home. I was NOT going to make that mistake again. After about another 30 minutes, they stopped. How frustrating! I went to sleep, and they never came back.
39 weeks came. A week that I really didn't think I would make it to. Oh man. I was trying to do everything and anything to help keep me busy. I vacuumed the whole house, again. I was washing the floors and baseboards, again. I was doing lots of activities with rowan; we both went and got pedicures, we watched movies in our jammies in my bed. I was really anxious for my appointment that monday, when I would be 39.5 weeks, to find out if Dr. Judd would induce me. If I still hadn't made any progress at that appointment, than he wouldn't induce me and I would have to wait a whole other week to get checked again (which would be AFTER my due date!) I said a prayer that monday morning that I would be calm, and that I would be at peace with whatever the doctor said. And especially that, if a decision needed to be made, that I would do whatever was best for the baby. Dr. Judd said "Well, your cervix isn't stupendous, but i'll give you the option of being induced tomorrow if you'd like to."....... music to my ears. But after a half hour of talking about what would be best for the baby, or if it would increase my chances of having a c-section, the three of us decided that it would be just fine to be induced the next day. YAY! I was so thrilled. He said that I was probably looking at a couple more hours of labor because I hadn't made that much progression, but I didn't care about a couple more hours. The only advice he gave to me was "I would get the epidural as soon as you get there... It is not necessary to feel pain. Just get it!" Okay! We walked out of the doctors office with the biggest smiles on our faces, we were having a baby TOMORROW! We went home and I wanted to get so many things done. After talking to my mom, we decided that Rowan would go sleep at their house since Jord and I had to be at the hospital at 5 a.m. So we went home, finished packing, showered and went to dinner at Outback for the last time as a family of 3. I totally cried the whole time thinking of Rowan, how her life was going to change dramatically and how much I loved all the time it got to be just me and her. (Tears? shocking! ha ha). But then we dropped her off at my mom and dad's. We laid her down to sleep and I cried even harder. We went home, got everything ready, and I think I slept for about an hour that night.
Tuesday, October 29th. We got up VERY early, about 4. It was still pitch black outside. That was a nice thing, driving to the hospital knowing that we were coming back with a baby no matter what, (not getting sent home.) We checked into the hospital right at 5. We found our room, and saw that it was much bigger than the one in Logan, where I delivered Rowan, and we would also be staying in that room the whole time. I liked that, that we wouldn't have to move to a different one. And Jord was very pleased about the bigger bed this time around ;) I walked in and saw that baby bin and just said "What!? This is really happening!" crazy. I got changed, the nurse came in and asked us about a jillion questions.
6:00 a.m: The nurse checked me (OUCH!) and said I was at a 3.5. Which totally surprised me! I thought I was at a 0. But then she informed me that Dr. Judd doesn't tell people if they are dilated or not if their cervix isn't doing anything. Which totally made sense to me, but I could have been dilating this whole time, which would have relieved a lot of my stress because I thought my body wasn't doing anything! But then we got the I.V. in, (ouch again!) and started pitocin. She asked what I wanted to do about the epidural, and I thought "what the heck? I'll just get it right now." So she went and paged the anesthesiologist.
7:15 a.m: The anesthesiologist came in to give me my epidural, which I was nervous about. With Rowan, we could never get the left side to really work. I had to lay on my left side the whole time with her, which helped a little bit, but I never felt like it totally numbed up my left side. So I was sure to tell this guy about that. He tried adjusting it over and over again. I almost felt like the needle was going into my lumbar bones, which was a bizarre feeling. He kept saying "Which side do you feel that on?" and it was my right side everytime. Well I don't know if he just gave up trying, but he definitely pretended that it was good. They told me to lay on my left side again to help it, which it did.... for a minute. After he was done and gone, the nurse said "okay, this is where you can just relax, and try and get some sleep if you can." So Jord popped in a movie and they set up pillows all around me, turned off all the lights and I remember thinking I don't know if i've ever been more comfortable or relaxed in my whole life. Seriously, that was SO awesome. I didn't have to feel ONE of those evil contractions, and I was ecstatic about that. I did, however, have the worst itching craze for many hours after I got the epidural. Far worse than I did with Rowan. But hey, i'll take the itchy body over contractions any day. The nurse left and said that she would go page Dr. Judd to come in and brake my water. Because of what Dr. Judd had said the day before, about tacking on a few extra hours of delivery, I expected that we would have a baby by late-afternoon. So I was prepared to hang out and get some rest. It took me 30 minutes or so to fall asleep.
8:20 a.m: I suddenly was woken up by the warmest and gushiest flood of something on my legs. I immediately woke up Jord and said "Babe, either I just peed everywhere, or my water just broke!" It took him a minute to get what he was saying, but he got up and paged the nurse. She came in and said "Yep, your water definitely broke." So as she was cleaning everything up, she checked me and guessed that I was probably at a 5.5 or 6. Which made me so happy that my body was doing what it should.. progressing. She said that we would probably have a baby around noon. Nice! I, for some reason, was really loopy during all of this. Maybe it was the drugs, maybe it was because I really had just fallen asleep and was woken up too fast... probably both. But I remember arguing with Jord about something that I had posted on instagram. I really was SO loopy. It was hilarious. I also texted my sister, Brynne right then because I wanted her to come to the hospital and take LOTS of pictures, of the birth and everything. She told me to text her when I was at a 5, so I texted her just after 8:30 and told her I was a 5.5 or 6 and that the baby would probably be here around noon. She said "Okay, I'll leave here soon. " (She lives an hour away.)
9:00 a.m: I was still trying to come back to reality (I really can't believe how loopy I was) when all of a sudden, I felt the sharpest pain and pressure. Literally, I immediately started crying and said "Jord, something's wrong. I feel something so intense and painful and it's not going away." It was mostly on my left side, but really, when pain is so intense, it's hard to pinpoint where it actually was. Jord called down the hall to the nurse and she came in and checked me and said "Well, you're ready to have this baby!" WHAT!?!? I looked at Jord and he got the biggest smile on his face and asked "Is she at a 10?" and she said "She sure is! This baby is ready." Again, I was not back to reality yet and I just kept thinking what the heck? how did I go from a 5.5 or 6 to a 10 in a half hour!?!? However, I was still crying because this pain was intense! I had never felt this with Rowan... pretty close, but this was definitely worse. I was gripping both sides of my bed just crying. But now I knew that it was because she was crowning! That darn left side. The nurse said "Unfortunately, I can't give you anything to help. Another dose of the epidural is going to take 10 or so minutes to kick in, and this baby isn't going to wait that long." All of a sudden, more and more people kept piling in the room getting everything ready for that baby. Drawers were being open and closed, different lights were being turned on and off, Jord could have been jumping up and down with excitement, I don't know. I just remember thinking wait, what??! what's going on? is this really happening right now? we need to wait for my sister to get here! as they are lifting my legs up into those dang stirrups. { I hate those things. Could there be a more embarassing or unflattering position than being spread eagle with your legs high in the air? } Dr. Judd walks in and says "Well I'm glad they caught me in the parking lot." He put on an apron, slapped those gloves on and then it was go time. I pushed once and oh man, that burning was so instense and painful. Dr. Judd said "push one more time" So I pushed really hard and he said "okay, you can stop! Here she is."
9:08 a.m: She was here. Our sweet baby girl. 7 lbs 15 oz 19.5 inches long. They didn't immediately put her on my chest, but I didn't even notice. I was bawling, more out of joy that she was here, safe and sound, but also relief that the pain was over. I couldn't believe how fast that all happened. I think I was a little bit shocked and confused. Jord went over the corner with the nurse and our baby girl to take pictures and I remember him saying "I have TWO kids!" I was laugh-crying at this point, trying to catch my breath.
--- and might I just add at how proud of Jord I am, for these pictures! I was so disappointed that my sister couldn't make it to take my "birth story" pictures, (obviously because things happened SO fast!) but jord did such an awesome job. -----
They cleaned her up for a minute, and then brought her over to me so we could do skin-to-skin. She was crying until they put her on my chest and then she immediately stopped. She just laid there with her eyes open, and was so calm. It was such a perfect moment. There is nothing like holding your baby for the first time. Absolutely nothing.
I love her. Oh, how I love her.
After they made sure everything was okay for me and baby love, they all left. It was just the three of us and it was so quiet and peaceful. We just stared at her. She was straight from heaven. So precious, so innocent. I remember thinking, very early on, how much she looked like Rowan. The hair, the nose, the cherry red lips. She was here, and she was perfect. We didn't have a set name yet. Jord liked one better, and I liked another better. But it didn't matter at that point.
After about an hour, the nurses came back to help me get up and move around, and also to take the babe to the nursery for her first bath. I told Jord to go with the baby while I stayed and got help from the nurses. Again, I'm so proud of him for taking these pics. He did such a good job!
the story and alot more pictures continued on the next post!
she, obviously, was not a fan of this.