3 December 2014 – Wednesday
After having contractions on and off since Monday night, the 1st of December, I called the doctor’s office to go in to see if we could get things more consistent with a membranes sweep or something. Sean was at work and I did not think it was wise for me to drive myself to the doctor’s office, so I had a dear friend come pick me up and we met Sean at the doctor’s office, which is connected to the hospital. Yes, I brought all my stuff with me. Thomas offered to drive, but all we had was the big van and he has not driven it a lot yet and I did not want him to get stuck at the hospital in case we stayed. I did not think we would be saying, but I was trying to be optimistic.
Here I am right before I headed out at around 11:00
I had a contraction or two on the way to the doctor’s office, but nothing too consistent. Upon arriving at the dr. office, he checked me and surprisingly, I was at 6 cm. Although that was good news, it was a mixed blessing because I knew that I was not having regular or consistent contractions. I was having painful contractions and they were long and painful, they just were not consistent. Anywho, I knew at 6cm, he would send me to the hospital and we would see things progressed from there. (10 cm and 100% effaced means it is time to push and have the baby)
The doctor offered to get me a wheelchair and I just laughed and said I needed to get my stuff from the car in the garage. He suggested Sean just get the stuff and I go right over. I declined. Sean and I walked to the parking garage and decided that we would make a quick stop at QuikTrip across the street to get a few snacks, a slushy, and some newspapers for the day. After our errands, we drove back to the hospital, found a place to park and headed in.
They were all ready for me. They took me to a room, one I had not been to yet. The room next to where Olivia was delivered. I got checked in, changed and then they attempted to put a hep-lock in. It took 6 sticks before one took. I usually have great veins, but I had not drunk a lot that day, so I am sure I was dehydrated. After the six sticks, I got on the monitor for 20 minutes. I met the doctor on call, whom I had not met before. She broke my water and then we waited. It was about 2:15 at this time. I was 6-7 cm and 80% effaced.
Here is a picture of me during a contraction.
After that I went to the whirlpool tub in the room and stayed there for quite awhile. While in there, I got busted because I was supposed to be on the monitors the entire time. I claimed innocence. They found mobile monitors and put me on those. That stunk because I could not have the jets going because they could not get good monitoring with the jets going. Booooooooo. I tried to get away with not being monitored, but it just did not work. I did enjoy the hour or so that I did get without the monitors on.
I stayed in the tub for about a half an hour after I had the monitors on, but without the jets, it was just not the same. So out I got. I walked around the room, sat in the bed, the monitors had a hard time catching heart tones. It felt good to be up and about.
When I was checked at 4:15, I was only 7 cm and 80% effaced. 1 cm in 6 hours is not good progress. Honestly, I was not surprised. While I was getting hard, painful contractions, they were not consistent. Because I knew progression was slow and I had not slept much in 2 days, I decided I would get an epidural. I first needed to have a bag of fluid before I could get the epi. At 4:55 I got some Fentanyl to take the edge off of the contractions while I waited for the fluids. Yes, it worked wonderfully. The epidural was placed just over an hour later at 6:05, that took 3 sticks too.
What a difference an epidural makes.
At 6:30 when I was checked, I was still 7 cm and 90%. Because they were having a hard time getting consistent heart tones through the external monitor, an internal monitor was placed on baby’s head and I was so thankful for that. I was also thankful I had the epi for that experience. I tried to rest, close my eyes and just relax. It is hard to do that when people are in and out of my room every hour or so. Sean and I “watched” tv for a bit. I must have fallen asleep on and off. I do not remember all of the show.
At 8:20 I was still 7cm and they decided to place an intra-uterine contraction monitor. It was nice to not have anything over my belly anymore. Around this time, Dr. Gisi also suggested we start a whiff of pitocin to get the contractions more consistent. He said I could, at any point in time, ask for a repeat c-section, but he knew that is not what I wanted, so we kept on with the plan. The pit definitely made the contractions harder and more consistent, but I could only feel the pressure of the contractions and no real pain, so I was good and relaxed. I had pit one other time, with Abigail for the same reason. I did not have an epi that time. I was, again, relieved to have it this time around.
Not much changed at 9:45, so the pit was turned up slightly. There was still pressure, but no real pain. I was so very thankful to have the epi, words cannot even describe it.
At 11:25 I was all the way to 8cm but a -2 station. The baby seemed to be retreating. Just a dash more pit.
At around 11:40 the dr. suggested I try to push the baby down as he/she was still high and not engaged. So, that is what we did. I pushed and he helped baby get around the last of the cervix that was not dilated. I pushed for about 3 contractions. At that point I heard something about decelerations and the desire for baby to get out as soon as possible. So I pushed through two more contractions. During the second contraction, he told me to stop pushing while he removed the cord from around the baby’s neck, two times. Then I pushed the baby the rest of the way out. Dr. Gisi held the baby up to show Sean the sex and Sean announced, “It’s a BOY!” I also saw the baby was a little purple at this point in time. Instead of letting Sean cut the cord, they cut the cord and took baby right over to the warmer to stimulate him a bit.
Baby Bird was born at 11:56 pm on Wednesday, December 3, 2014.
Sean went to the warmer and said, “He has so much hair!” I could not believe him because I had asked the drs. and nurses every time they checked me for dilation if they felt any hair and they all said no. Hahaha. He has a lot of blond hair.
Sean finally cutting the cord.
Me looking at all his hair and smelling his newborn smell. Yes a head full of blond hair. To me, the does not look like a newborn in this picture. I am not sure why, but I had not just birthed him, I would think he was a week or two old.
Baby Bird weighed 9 pounds 3 ounces and was 22 inches long at birth. He also had a true knot in his umbilical cord.
The proud parents and the little bundle of blond hair.
Here he is, hours old, on his blanket.
While this was not the birth that I had planned, it was still an amazing birth and I could see God’s hands through the entire thing. I am so thankful that Dr. Gisi was on call as he really understood my desire to have a VBAC and did all he could to make it reality. He was kind and worked with us and he was so very supportive. I felt like the decisions he made were truly in my best interest and the best interest of the baby. We worked as a team instead of him dictating how things would go. I am thankful for the epidural because it was a horrible, horrible labor. You know if I say that, it means a lot as I have delivered 7 babies without any medication. They say every baby is unique and different and so is every labor. It was a lesson I learned, yet again, with Baby Bird.
Thursday morning, December 4th.
Sean brought 8 of 9 kids up the next morning. Thomas had to work.
Caleb, Baby Bird and Levi.
Olivia, Baby Bird and Elianna
Miriam holding Baby Bird while Levi looks on.
Bethany, Baby Bird and Elianna.
Yes, his head full of blond hair is still there and I am still in shock.
Baby Bird and Abigail.
Nathan and the little man.
After Thomas was done with work, Caleb and Sean picked him up and they came and visited me while the other kids were at the house with Grandma and Grandpa. We still kind of laugh that Sean had the day off and Thomas had to go to work.
Boy 1, 3 and 5.
Friday 5 December
Baby Bird, 2 days old and still nameless.
Sean and I had not decided on a name. There were a lot of reasons, a busy, busy fall, a busy work schedule, and many more excuses. Thursday night, Sean and I had another great naming conference. We came up with two names but decided to wait until morning to decide for sure, we wanted time to pray about it and think it through. Sean brought the kids up the next morning and we had one final conference in the bathroom, out of the earshot of the kids. It was down to 2 names. We decided we would let the kidlets have input between the two names. I said if we let the kids have input, I knew which one they would choose and I was correct. We were OK with both names and were excited to have the kidlets be part of the decision. They actually suggested the middle name Friday morning over breakfast and we liked it so much, we went with it.
Baby Bird is now…
Just the 10 of them.
Bethany, 10(almost 11), Elianna, 3, Miriam, 9, Caleb, 6, Olivia, 7.
Thomas, 16, holding Jeremiah, 2 days, Nathan, 14, holding Levi, 2, Abigail, 12.
We are now evenly divided, 5 girls and 5 boys!
Abigail, Bethany, Miriam, Elianna, Olivia
Thomas, Jeremiah, Caleb, Nathan, Levi
Just a few more shots to make you smile.
I love his eyes.
3 December 2014
9 pounds 3 ounces
1 Unless the Lord builds the house,
They labor in vain who build it;
Unless the Lord guards the city,
The watchman stays awake in vain.
2 It is vain for you to rise up early,
To sit up late,
To eat the bread of sorrows;
For so He gives His beloved sleep.
3 Behold, children are a heritage from the Lord,
The fruit of the womb is a reward.
4 Like arrows in the hand of a warrior,
So are the children of one’s youth.
5 Happy is the man who has his quiver full of them;
They shall not be ashamed,
But shall speak with their enemies in the gate.