Tuesday, February 22, 2011

Week 41: Sophia Makes her Grand Entrance!

You know as well as I do, I was beginning to think it'd never happen! :) About four and a half hours after my last pregnancy post, I woke up with strong contractions and really bad heartburn (probably the fault of that ginormous cheeseburger I ate). Not getting too excited yet, I took some Tums and went back to bed. An hour later (about 2am), I was still awake as the contractions were way to strong to go back to sleep. I decided to go ahead and get out of bed. My husband had worked late and was just getting ready to go to sleep when I came out of the bedroom. He asked if everything was okay. I told him my contractions were very strong but were only about 8-10 minutes apart. Soon after, I went to the restroom to discover pink-tinged mucous. I knew the time had FINALLY come. I went ahead and took a shower before we left, not knowing when my next would be. We started gathering our things and trying to contact a babysitter for the next day. We had several people that had told us we could call but then unforeseen things came up for many of them. I was starting to stress but finally got everything lined up.

Here's the kicker, by 3:30am (only 2 and a half hours after my labor had started) my contractions had closed into 3-4 minutes apart and were increasingly painful. My doula told me not to wait much longer to get to the hospital because my last labor had been a fairly quick one as well after I got past 3cm. We headed out. On the way, I noticed my husband's gas light was on in his car. I know I gave him a death stare. I told him if the car died on the way to the hospital I would kill him. He assured me that 'he knew his car and we would have plenty of gas.' Ha! And then...to make it even more humorous, we swung by a Redbox that was on the way to drop off a movie so we didn't forget about it!

As I was getting out of the car when we arrived at the hospital, I went into another contraction. I told my husband to wait just a moment and then we could head into the ER. As soon as the contraction ended, I took a step and felt a gush of fluid. I looked at him and said, "either I just peed on myself or my water broke." Two steps further and it was very obvious my water had broken. We walked inside and I went up to the registration lady in the ER. I asked if this was where I was supposed to go for ER. She looked at me kind of funny, said "yes" and then asked what I was there for. Really?! I said, "I'm having a baby and I'm dripping stuff all over your floor." She then quickly took me back to some other registration people. They couldn't believe I was there to deliver because I was laughing about everything. Seriously. I don't know why or how but I found everything humorous that evening/morning. Finally, after being unable to find me in their system the first few attempts, they realized they'd better do something. One of them asked if this was my first baby. When I told them it was my third, they quickly changed their speed and someone said they needed to get me upstairs asap before I had the baby right there.

Insisting on putting me in the wheelchair on the way up, the ER person pleaded with me not to have the baby in the elevator - said it'd almost been done. When we got to L&D, someone suggested bringing me to triage. The other nurse said I was definitely not going to triage and took me straight to a room. I hopped out of the wheelchair with this crazy amount of energy (call it adrenaline?) that I had. They all continued to laugh at me and my spunk. After getting changed and being checked, I was 5cm dilated at about 4:30am.

I had to remain on the monitors for the first 30 minutes to make sure the baby and myself were okay. As is typical of me and my labors, I slowed down a bit in progression/contractions. As soon as I had permission, I was taken off the monitors and stood bedside to continue laboring. My doula and a friend who soon plans be a doula herself were there with my husband and I. We continued to have good conversation and crack many jokes in between contractions. I find it a true gift that the Lord gives us a break between contractions to 'ease' things a bit. Again, I continued laughing about everything. Maybe that was my means of distraction? I'm not sure.

My doula had told me to be sure and tell her whenever I felt a change in pressure or like I was going to have a bowel movement. At one point, I started crying uncontrollably and knew I had to be close. I felt the pressure and told her I thought I should be checked. No sooner did the words come out of my mouth, my midwife and two nurses came into the room. My midwife looked at me, called for a nursery nurse and said, "Let's have a baby." After another contraction, she told me that considering this was my third birth, I could probably go ahead and start pushing to 'get this over with.' I was all about that! She asked me if there was a particular position I wanted to deliver in. She said I could lay on my side, squat, get on all fours if I wanted, it was up to me. I'd never been given such an option before! I told her I had no idea and asked my doula, who suggested lying on my side.

I started pushing at about 8:05am. My contractions slowed incredibly (to about 4-5min apart). During the second, the baby's head was seen. My midwife told me we'd probably have her out with the next contraction. I'd been fairly quiet during most of the labor contractions, minus some moaning and groaning towards the end. But when it came time to push, my husband later told me he didn't think he'd ever heard me scream so loud. Ha! Surely enough, the head did emerge on the third contraction. They told me she was here and I started to feel relief. Then they informed me that I should be able to get the shoulders out on the next push. I just about lost it. I thought she was already out! I remember screaming something about 'getting this kid out of me.' By God's grace, the next push sealed the deal and Sophia was finally here!


The entire process was SO amazingly blessed. Start to finish was only 7 1/2 hours. I had no lacerations or other medical issues. As a matter of fact, I didn't even have to use the Heplock that had been placed for fluids or anything. Sophia's APGARs were both 9. She had no bruises or marks and even a round little head! She was placed on my chest, slightly wiped off and I was allowed to keep her for one entire hour before they took her to be weighed/cleaned/etc. At one week overdue, she was 6lbs, 2oz and 18in long. She has a head full of dark brown hair, super long eyelashes and dimples to die for. :) The entire hospital stay was fairly restful, smooth and over in 2 days. She came home nursing like a champ and with just a touch of jaundice (not worrisome). The kids are totally in love with her.

I think each pregnancy got harder and harder for me. And yet, each delivery was easier than the one before. Though we're not 100% sure, this will likely be our last biological baby. We've always had hearts to adopt and think that will be our next means of adding to our family. We'll see!

Thank you for following our story! If you want to continue to keep up with us, you're welcome to follow our family blog at jamesandterra.blogspot.com .

Many blessings to you all.



Monday, February 14, 2011

Week 40: Yep. Still Here.

Since I titled week 39 "Disbelief," I couldn't do it again. So... Yep. I'm still here. I'm writing this at 40 weeks and 6 days. Every day I wake up, I'm somewhat in shock that I'm still pregnant. And yet part of me feels like I'll be pregnant forever, even though I know that's not true. My last midwife visit went well. I'd increased to 2 1/2 cm dilated but as you can clearly see, I'm still here and still pregnant. No weight gain, measuring 37wks (which is not atypical for my pregnancies). It's been quite entertaining to do my daily Facebook status updates and for people to ask where in the world the baby is. Your guess is as good as mine! She's obviously in no hurry to join us!

Considering Sophia sill hasn't made her entrance, James and I took the opportunity to go out to eat for Valentine's (which we hadn't planned). I used to work as a server and I know how crazy Valentine's can get at restaurants. For some reason, I really just wanted a burger (a specific one) and not to have to wait a long wait somewhere... So, I requested Red Robin where I ate an entire Bacon Cheeseburger with Pepper jack cheese and spicy mayo, all of my fries and two strawberry lemonades. And somehow I walked out of there... haha It was fantastic!

Oh...and I'm including a belly shot of me at 40wks and 5days. I love this shirt as it really makes me look smaller than I am!

Tomorrow (2/15), I go back to the midwife. Considering I'll be one week overdue, they will do an ultrasound and non-stress test to check on little Sophie. Pending the results of those tests, will determine the next (if any) course of action. If my placenta appears to be giving out, they will likely induce me (which is what happened with Hannah). If not, maybe they'll suggest sweeping my membranes or something. I'm not sure. Part of me is so ready for this to happen I'm up for just about anything (except Castor Oil or Pitocin, haha). A friend of mine reminded me that she had a cervical catheter as a means of inducement. She has the same midwife as I do so that's certainly a better option in my book. My doula just helped a first time mama through a 35 hour labor/delivery... crazy! So I'm at least glad I didn't go into labor at the same time. She's my personal friend and the same doula I had with my son. I think she's about as ready for me to have this baby as I am so I'll stop texting her with false labor alerts. Actually, she's been super patient and understanding with it all, never making me feel like a burden. Speaking of false labor, I had another episode of that this weekend. Very annoying.

All things said, I'm REALLY hoping this will be my last post before my birth story! Until then....

Take Care,
Terra

Tuesday, February 8, 2011

Hannah's Magazine Debut

We really didn't expect to see Hannah on the cover as she really didn't want her picture taken that day. And yet, lookie here... a friend pointed it out to me. :)







Week 39: Disbelief

I officially entered the world of disbelief during week 39. As I've mentioned before, my first two kiddos were born early (Hannah by 2 weeks and Benjamin by 5 days). I'm actually typing this on my official due day (2/8) in disbelief that I'm still pregnant. I truly never would've thought my 3rd child would be my latest! I have to be honest, I'm not as frustrated as I was though I'm still being impatient. The Lord has given me grace. On top of that, the fact that my midwife will not let me go past 42 weeks gives me a light at the end of my tunnel. "Sophia, you have a maximum of 2 more weeks before you get kicked out. Please make this easy on Mommy."

I'm hoping to go natural again this time so I'm really not excited about the idea of Pitocin. I had a not-so-fun experience with that and my first child. I've been trying everything on the list of things that are supposed to naturally make you go into labor to no avail. This little girl is simply not ready to join us yet for whatever reason. Patience.... patience...

I am grateful that I haven't had any more extended periods of false labor since my last post. At least she's not teasing me right now in that sense. I go back to my midwife tomorrow. We'll see if anything exciting has happened (though I'm not holding my breath). Speaking of which, I finally gained a pound. Whoo hoo. At my last checkup I was still exactly the same progression as the week before (1.5cm, 70% effaced). Since I haven't had much activity since then, I'm not really expecting to be any (or much) further this time.

Sophia is big. I mean, maybe not in all actuality but she feels huge to me every time she moves around. And yet I look at my stomach and wonder how an entire baby is really in there as it doesn't look as big as she feels.

Well, here's to praying my next post will be my labor and delivery story and not be written at 41 weeks! :)

Take care,
Terra

Thursday, February 3, 2011

My New Business

Many of you know already but in case you don't, I want to make you aware of my new business.

Introducing...

joybowtique.blogspot.com

or on Facebook at: Facebook.com/joybowtique

Please let me know what you think and if I can help you in any way!

Wednesday, February 2, 2011

Week 38: Waiting and Waiting and Waiting

So. Tired. Of. Waiting. Yep. I know... I've become the impatient-end-of-pregnancy-and-tired-of-it woman. I'm trying to be grateful, I really am. I feel I'm doing okay with the wait and then I have another night of false labor. Oh yes, week 38 was no different. Sunday night I woke up at nearly 1am with contractions. I lay in bed for a while and realized they weren't stopping so I got up and played around on the internet. By 3:15am, I'd been having painful contractions 4-5 min apart for nearly 45min. I was convinced I was in true labor. James called in to work for the following day and also called his mom to let her know. As a last "test," I decided to try and lay back down for a little bit and see what happened. Sure enough, the contractions slowed and eventually went away. I'm so tired of this false labor it's ridiculous. As I commented on a Facebook status, I wouldn't mind being up half the night if it was going to lead somewhere and not just a tired mommy the next day.

I do have to give praise that I've had much less hip/pelvic pain this past week. I'm not sure whether that's a good thing or not in reference to the baby's position but it's certainly been nice to not be struggling every moment. I'm still having pain, it's just been much less frequent and intense. So that's a definite blessing.

I mentioned a few posts ago that I was starting a new hair bow business. Well, it's officially off and running. I figured I may as well get everything started if I was going to be waiting for this little girl to make her appearance. I'd love for you to check out the site, "like" it on Facebook and let me know what you think! The business is called "Joy: a bowtique" and you can find it at joybowtique.blogspot.com . Though there has been a lot of work going into making this happen, it's been a lot of fun too. My undergraduate degree was in business (with majors in management and marketing) so that's been helpful. The fun, girlie product makes it enjoyable. Then of course using my oldest as a model is always a joy.

Lastly, my midwife checkup was nothing exciting. Everything looked okay. I went another week with no weight gain (I'm at 31lbs total). I asked her about it because it concerns me a bit. I've only gained 1lb in the last 4-5wks. She said that she was not worried because the baby's measurements have continued to grow each week. Said it was likely just the fact that many moms eat less in the last few weeks because there is less room for the food. As long as I wasn't dieting (which I certainly am not), she was not concerned. And the fact that everyone keeps commenting on how "tiny" I am doesn't help. I have my next visit tomorrow morning, we'll see if anything changes.

Until next time...

Take Care,
Terra