Well I do suppose I owe you all a birth story? It's a pretty good one I guess. I was scheduled to be induced on Thursday the 29th. Believe me, this day was taking it's time getting here! It would be 7 days past the due date. Ugh! On Tuesday, Tim kept saying "this is the day, I just know it. This is the day". I had little belief in that statement. So we went to bed and I was not expecting anything. Well, about 3 am I woke up with contractions. I thought nothing of this since it had been happening all week. They continued on for about an hour and started becoming more regular and stronger. I decided to get up and see if that helped because at this point I still didn't believe I was in actual labor, I'm just not that lucky! Well I stood up, walked the 3 steps to the bathroom and..... Thundercats A-go!!!!!!! my water broke. What a strange feeling! So I woke Tim up and I don't think he believed me until I showed him my wet pants. By the time I had showered, we got a sitter for Brock, and Tim had showered, it was almost 5 am. Tim thought he had all the time in the world. I kept telling him to hurry up. He didn't believe me when I said my contractions were about 3-4 mins apart. And can I just say, OUCH!
We finally got to the hospital and my contractions were pretty strong. The triage nurse checked me and I was already at a 4. At this point I am begging for my epidural. I'll admit, I don't like pain and contractions are no exception. So they wheel me down to labor and delivery. My contractions are getting stronger and longer. So I ask about that pain medication once again. All that is getting me through the pain is the thought of sweet relief a few mins away. The nurse had to check me again before the epidural, and Whoa! I am at a 7. That's a lot of dilation in 20 mins. Now the nurse is trying to find a head..... nope can't feel a head..... They ask me if she is breech and no, not to my knowledge.... did I feel her turn recently..... nope would have felt that.....
So the nurse runs off to get an ulrta sound machine. This is when the room turns chaotic. They can't get a hold of my doc {she's teaching aerobics}, contractions are speeding up, and the baby is having "decels" which Tim says means her heart rate was staying low after the contractions. We check the baby with ulrta sound and sure enough she is breech. C-Section! yay! not really. I start bawling right about now because I do not want this, I hadn't planned on it and well the contractions were really starting to bother me. They gave me something to slow the contractions down {relief!!} and wheeled me into OR. Finally, the spinal tap. Oh it felt so nice. Relief, welcome, welcome relief. Well, they never got ahold of my doc, but the on call doc was really nice. Apparently she is known for creating the smallest cut when preforming C-Sections. I guess that's a plus. Once I was numb, it all went pretty quickly. Tim was right by my head the whole time which was great because I needed him there. Right below, we have a newly minted baby girl. Straight out of the womb. Oh and she was breech. Very breech. Has been for a long time. That is why I was carrying so "high" these last couple of weeks.
Being weighed for the first time. She came out with a bang- pooping, peeing and crying crying crying! She weighed 7.6 lbs and was 21.5 inches long. Not too bad for being 6 days over due!
She cried until they were done stitching me up and wheeled me into the recovery room. About a half hour. I didn't think she would be hungry because Brock wasn't interested in eating for about 2 days, but we tried it and -bless her- she opened wide and latched right on! A born eater. She was much more content after that.She is a pretty alert newborn when she is awake. And I just think she is the cutest. My little Delilah Jae~
Brock loves her too. He is very proud of his little sister and really likes to be my big helper bringing her diapers and wipes to me.
This is Delilah in her going home out fit. I think she wanted to stay.
Brock loves her too. He is very proud of his little sister and really likes to be my big helper bringing her diapers and wipes to me.This is Delilah in her going home out fit. I think she wanted to stay.
My parents with my kids. Don't they look cute?
All in all it has been a good experience. I really don't ever want another C-Section. The recovery isn't fun. Here is has been a week and I am still very sore. It's hard not to be able to pick Brock up or let him sit on my stomach. Getting out of bed is rough. Our bed is so high. Tim has been really helpful by Bringing Delilah to me at night to eat. Which is only 2x a night, so we can't complain. So far we have adjusted well to having a new baby. Our little family is doing well! I will hopefully keep the blog up better now that I have 2 little kidlets to show off!
And for the short while we had nice weather, we took advantage of it by gardening and tidying up the yard. And by we, I mean Tim. Brock tried to help.
