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DECEMBER DELIGHTS BIRTHDAYS
Born in September
-- Sacarii, Jr., 2lbs, 9oz, 13 1/2"
3 months 7 lbs 8oz
Born in October
-- Aiden, 5lbs, 1oz, 17 1/2"
Born in November
-- Aidenn William, 4lbs, 2oz, 18''
-- Lindy Eileene, 6lbs, 15oz, 20''
-- Timothy Liam, 6lbs, 11oz, 19''
-- Dora, 6lbs, 14oz, 19''
1 month 9lbs 21 inches
2 months 12lbs 8oz 23 1/2 inches
-- Amelia Claire, 5lbs, 8oz
Samuel Evan, 6 pounds, 1 oz.
-- Brendon William, 8lbs, 3oz, 21.5"
2 months 13lbs 11oz, 25"
-- Kyla Lucielle Brent, 6lbs, 5.6oz, 19.25"
1 month 8lbs 10oz
2 month 9lbs 12oz
-- Kaden Thomas, 6lbs, 8oz, 19''
-- Julianna Nicole, 6lbs, 8oz, 19"
-- Alex, 8lbs, 13oz
3 months, 12lbs 13oz
-- Sawyer Timothy, 6lbs, 13oz, 21 1/2"
-- Kaden, 5lbs, 8oz, 17.5in
-- William Parker,
-- Shannen Nicole, 7lbs, 14.5oz, 20''
-- Jacob Lee, 7lbs, 13oz, 20 1/4"
1 month 11lbs 14oz, 22"
2 months 13lbs 13oz, 23"
-- Sarah, 5lbs, 5oz, 19"
-- Max, 5lbs, 4oz
-- Jacob Thomas, 6lbs, 14oz, 20"
2 months 12lbs, 23"
4 months 14lb 12oz, 25"
-- Jaelon, 8lbs 3oz
3 months, 15lbs, 26"
-- Lorenzo Michael Richmond, 7lbs, 1oz, 19"
-- Zoe Anne, 8lbs, 10oz, 20''
-- John Eric, 6lbs, 3oz
Born in December
-- Quentin Andrew, 6lbs, 9oz, 18.5"
1 month 9lbs 0oz
-- Sam Mcleod Sheppard
-- Emily Grace, 6lbs 13oz
1 month 8.5lbs
2 months 11.1lbs, 23"
-- Juliana Grace, 7lbs, 6oz
hopeful in AR~Lexi
-- Sebastian, 8lbs, 1oz
-- Levi James, 5lbs
1 month 7lbs
2 months 10lbs
-- Madelyn Elizabeth, 6lbs, 11oz, 20''
1 month 9lbs 21"
2 months 12lbs 4oz 23"
-- Katie Annika, 7lbs, 10oz, 19.5"
-- Evelyn Josephine "EvieJo", 9lbs, 6oz, 21.5"
1 month 11lbs 12oz
2 months 14lbs 4oz
-- Evan Michael, 8lbs, 8oz, 21"
1 month, 11lbs 4oz, 22.5"
2 months, 15lbs 10oz, 25"
-- Luke William, 6lbs, 9oz, 19 1/2"
-- Avalyn Rose, 5lbs, 8oz, 18"
-- Brinley Grace, 4lbs, 15oz, 17 3/4"
-- Avery Noel, 7lbs, 1oz, 19"
-- Alice Virginia, 7lbs, 5oz, 18 1/2"
1 month 8lbs 7oz
-- Xavier, 7lbs, 8oz, 20.5"
1 month, 10lbs 11oz
-- Devon Christopher, 7lbs, 10oz, 20 3/4"
-- Amelia Rose, 8lbs, 11oz, 20"
1 month, 10lbs 1oz, 21 1/2"
2 months 12lbs 3oz, 22 1/2"
-- Zor, 8lbs, 1.7oz, 20"
1 month 10lbs, 13oz
2 months 14lbs
-- Natasha Marie, 7lbs, 10oz, 19 3/4"
-- Simone Gabrielle, 6lbs, 8oz, 19.5"
1 month 8lbs 14oz
2 months 10lbs 13oz
-- Remedy Skye, 9lbs, 1oz, 20 1.4"
1 month, 12lb 8oz, 22"
2 months 15lbs 23"
-- Koen Kristopher, 7lbs, 8oz, 19 1/2"
2 months 13lbs, 23.5"
-- Ariana Jane, 6lbs, 13oz, 20"
-- Owen Levi, 7lbs 11oz
1 month 9lbs 9oz
2 months 14lbs 11oz
-- Lillian Rose, 7lbs, 3oz, 20 1/2"
-- Emily Kaytlin
-- 5lbs, 11oz
1 month, 9lbs 1/2 oz
9 weeks, 11lbs 8oz
-- Abby Kate Miller, 7lbs, 2oz, 20"
1 month, 8lbs 14 oz
2 months 9lbs 6oz, 21 3/4"
-- Isaiah Alexander, 7lbs, 13oz
-- Alexander Tomas
-- Rejoice Maelynn, 8lbs, 9.5oz, 19.5"
1 month, 11lbs 7oz, 22 1/2"
2 months 13lbs 3oz, 24"
-- Damian, 6lbs 4oz, 21"
6 weeks 10lbs 8oz
10 weeks 12lbs 1oz, 23"
-- Liam Thomas, 7lbs, 5oz, 19.5"
-- Brandon Nicholas, 6lbs, 7oz, 20"
1 month, 8lbs 9oz, 20in
-- William Alexander, 6lbs, 9oz, 19 3/4"
-- Eoghan "Owen" Francis, 7lbs, 8oz, 20"
1 month, 9lbs 1oz, 21.75oz
-- Jasey Nikolle, 7lbs, 9oz, 21.5"
2 months, 12lbs 2oz 23.25"
-- Brynna Rose Geegan, 8lbs, 2oz, 20 1/2"
1 month, 10lbs 13oz, 22"
2 months, 13lbs 1oz, 23"
-- Sophie Adriana, 8lbs, 4oz, 20.5"
-- Makenzie Grayce Fielding, 6lbs, 12oz
1 month 9lbs 3oz, 21.5"
2 months 11lbs 1oz
3 months 14lbs 1oz
-- Amelia Jane Louise, 7lbs, 1oz, 50.5cm
-- Emma Grace, 7lbs 8 oz, 20"
2 months 11lbs 5 oz, 22"
-- Tyler Nicolas, 6lbs, 10oz, 19.5"
-- Daniel Gordon, 4lbs 9oz
2 months, 8lbs 7oz
-- Emma Nicole, 7lbs, 14oz, 19"
-- Adriana Ellen Riley, 6.15lbs, 19 5/8"
-- Julia Addison, 6lbs, 13oz
-- Chloe Seraphina, 8.14lbs, 20"
1 month 12lbs
2 months 13.13lbs, 23"
-- Alexandre Marc, 8lbs, 21"
-- Cecelia Rose, 8lbs, 14oz
1 month 11lbs 12oz
2 months 21lbs 11oz
-- Elizabeth Ann, 6lbs, 14.3oz, 19 1/2"
1 month, 8lbs 12oz, 21.5"
-- Ember Irene, 7lbs, 8oz, 19"
1 month 9lbs 7oz, 21"
2 months 10lbs 15oz, 22"
-- Myriah, 6lbs 11oz, 19 1/2"
1 month, 9lbs 11oz
2 months 12lbs
11 weeks 14lbs
-- Trystin Scott Andrews, 7lbs 13oz, 20 1/4"
1 month, 8lbs 8oz, 22in"
2 months 14lbs, 24"
-- Samuel David, 7lbs, 14oz, 20"
2 weeks 8lbs 5oz, 21"
2 months 12lbs 5oz, 22.5"
-- Jace, 8lbs 15oz, 20 1/2"
1 month, 11lbs 3oz, 22in
-- Hadley, 7lbs 6oz, 20"
2 months, 9lbs 11.5oz, 23"
-- Emily Marie Harper
-- Adam Ryan 7 lbs 8 oz and 19in
-- John Kelechi, 8lbs 11oz, 23"
-- Vanessa Elizabeth, 8lbs 2oz 20.5"
1 month, 9lbs 6oz, 21"
2 months, 10lbs 10oz, 21.5"
-- Maille, 6lbs 13oz, 18"
-- Gabrielle Paige Bailey, 8lbs 15oz, 20 1/2"
Born in January
-- Alexis Grace, 9lbs 1oz, 21"
-- Haley Elizabeth, 6lbs 15oz, 19.5"
1 month, 9lbs 3.8oz, 22.75in
-- Ella Grace,
-- 6lbs 11oz, 18 3/4"
i was put on bedrest around 15 weeks due to bleeding an leaking amniotic fluid..around 21/22 weeks my water fllully ruptured with my u/s showed the the fluid measured 4 on an AFI went in a week later an it merasured 0..at the end of 23 weeks i was then placed on bedrest in the hospital...i had a few episodes of bleeding during these past few weeks but never any contractions till the morning of september 29th, 27 weeks pregnant. i woke up an was gushing blood i shortly then after had started having contractions that were only getting worse by the minute i then had a contaction that would not go away an they rushed me into the operating room an did an emergency c-sec. my placenta over time had slowly abrupted in 3 diff spots. i had time to call 2 people, my mom an sons dad...thankfully due to how long it took for my spinal to be put in they were both able to make it. due to the camara malfunctioning we only have 3 pics of delivery an the day of his birth. An then Sacarii Thomas Michael Werts Jr was born into this world crying an kicking at 11:39am weighing 2 lb 9oz an 13 1/4''. ...the dr.s had only givin him a survival rate of 10%, we've made it past that with a rough start an a rocky road...but he did it!!!!!!
"When you judge another, you do not define them, you define yourself."
-- Wayne Dyer (Psychotherapist, Author and Speaker)
Learn from the mistakes of others. You can't live long enough to make them all yourself.
I just wanted to give you a update and pics on my beautiful son and whats going on with me! I also can't believe that I am a mommy so early but I'm not upset about it as I'm so glad that we are both okay.
All I can say is that its been one heck of a week! Kevin got home on Monday of last week...we moved into our new house on Monday and Tuesday...I noticed Tuesday and Wednesday I was swelling up really bad so bad my ankles looked broken..you couldn't tell where my ankles and legs started. I pretty much left the unpacking to Kevin and my sis because I was just so incrediblly tired...
I had to go to Tripler for a NST on Thursday and when they checked my BP it was really high-in the 160/100 range so they kept me there most of the day and then eventually hospitalized me because it was never going dowin. It was supposed to be just a regular observation hospital visit but my BP kept going higher and higher...they started me on BP meds and also magnesium. I was so upset and scared and I had so many docs and nurses around me at all times I knew something was going on and I wasn't going home. At one point my BP got up into the 215/120 range and for a little bit we were all terrified! The docs managed to get it down but it was still high-I stayed pretty much into the 150-175/95-120 range. The docs wanted to induce/c-section right away but we talked them into waiting untill my labs came back in the morning (Fri)and when they did it wasn't good as I was told I had severe Pre-Eclampsia and they wanted to take the baby asap!
I was really upset about it but I knew that it was the right thing to do and the docs were very accomodating to our wishes of still having a vaginal birth since he wasn't under any distress...but he was still breech. So I got a epidural and was wheeled into the OR where the docs attempted to turn the baby several times but he just wouldn't turn, only just a little bit. So we went to the C-section. It was SOO scary with all these doctors and nurses rushing around and getting things ready. I must have cried buckets of tears, I was trying to be so strong but I felt like the worlds biggest baby I was so scared.
They got started on my C-section and things went great untill they couldn't get his head out and it was stuck in there...Kevin said the doc had to stick her hand in and fish him out! My epi wasn't effective enough for that and it felt like they were ripping out my insides so the anethologist had to give me a huge dose of meds to keep me from feeling anything more which really made me woozy...I didn't remember much untill after I "sobered" up. I remember hearing him cry for the first time and asking if he was breathing (duh lol) and Kevin was crying and then I remember him going over to see him and then next thing he was next to me holding this tiny little baby! OMG he was soooo tiny! And then I just passed out for a bit and Kevin went to the NICU with Aiden...
I didn't get to see him for 24 hours as I was under strict observation and couldn't even get out of bed at all. I was so anxious and excited to see my baby! Not to mention how hungry I was as I didn't get to eat for almost 2 days! Haha I was a little grumpy for a bit!
But on Saturday afternoon I got to see him and OMG he was just the most beautiful little thing and I cried and cried! We both got to hold him and just stare at him for quite a long time! I fell totally in love!
He is really healthy and was only on his breathing tube for that first day and the only tubes he has are a feeding tube since he is having a little trouble learing how to nurse on his bottles. He has of course attached to all the little monitors that keeps track of his vitals. We are just now getting the hang of holding him and changing him and also getting around all those lines and such. The nurses are great and are really hands on and want us to do as much to him as we can like feeding, changing and such. We only feed him once/twice a day and leave the rest to the nurses as not to stress him out as he needs as much rest as he can get right now. But we go every morning for "Kangeroo care" Which is putting him skin to skin next to my chest for a hour. It is such a wonderful bonding experience and hopefully will help my milk come in sooner. He already knows who his mama and daddy is and will stop crying as soon as he senses my presence or if I talk to him our touch him. He LOVES his "kangeroo time!" And gets MAD when he has to go back into his "apartment" as the NICU nurses call it!
He is now getting the hang of nursing on his bottles but is still needing help with the feeding tube as well...he likes to be near my breasts but still won't suck on them yet which is okay as he will warm up to it in time, I'm sure! I am pumping every 3 hours and using a syrange to get all the colustrum I can for him untill my milk comes in.
I am doing good but just VERY sore! OMG I didn't realize how much pain I'd be in!! But I am getting better every day and my incision looks really good, the docs did a great job with it! So I've wrote a book now and I hope you enjoyed reading my birth story! I'll try to update when I can!
Please excuse my typos and spellings as I am "medicated" right now! LOL
Updated: Aiden spent two weeks in the NICU and came home with us! He is perfectly healthy and we are enjoying our time with him and being parents. I never knew motherhood was like this or I would have had a baby sooner. Aiden is such a sweet baby and we love him SOO much!
The Tuna Casserole incident
Wow I can not believe I am posting my birth story so soon.....Well here we go.......On the evening of November 5th I was feeling a little emotional. My poor DH. Wanting to fix everything and make it okay didn't know what to do. So we started making tuna casserole as I was balling at the kitchen table telling him that I can't handle these emotions anymore and it is so hard to be pregnant and I didn’t want to be pregnant anymore......Well at 2:46 am I woke up feeling like I was peeing myself. Didn't really think anything of it at first. Just went to the bathroom and went back to bed. About 2:50 I felt it again and stood up and well I had a huge gush of stuff come out of me....but I wasn’t peeing. So I thought to myself okay this isn’t right. I called my Sister at 3:00 am telling her I think something is going on. I’m standing over this towel now and it sounds like I am pouring water on it. I asked her if something wasn’t right. She told me to call the Midwife. So that is what I did. (Being a first time mom I had no clue) I called the midwife at about 3:10 and told her I thought my water had broken. She asked me what made me think that. I told her well I’m new to this but being that I am standing over a towel as we speak and I can hear stuff hitting the towel and floor and imp not peeing It just don’t seem right. She told me to come in and get checked out. So being the silly girl I am I called my sister back and told her what was up. I then woke up Iain and told him I think my water broke. He then said uh huh okay 5 more min please. I told him um Iain you need to get up we are going to the hospital. My water broke. So I jumped into the shower cuz of course I couldn’t go all smelly....he he he...and then proceeded to remember the pics of some of the births I have seen and thought um gosh I haven’t shaved in a while....Thank god for those Venus razors!!!!!! I then proceeded to shave myself there yup you got it....had to be ready for my close up...he he he.....got out of the shower this was about 3:30. I then decided um im kind of hungry and I know they don’t feed you. So I got myself a huge bowl of Tuna Casserole.....mmmmmmmmm it was so good!!!!! Keep in mind im standing up eating this as my water is leaking onto a towel......ahhh the irony... so at about 3:45 I decided um I need some makeup...and put some on....that’s when Iain asked me what the hell I was doing. I told him putting on makeup.....lol....he said um NO lets go now....That’s when he started freaking out....So im stilling on the couch giving him orders honey grab your I pod....Grab your Palm Pilot, Grab your phone and mine and the charger...Call the Doula....Call your mom....oh yea and Andrew..(Our houseguest) could you drive us to the hospital? This is where things get a little hazy..... Iain’s sister dropped his mom off at our house and I’m still walking around the house in a robe and waiting to put my pants on cuz im still leaking. I shove a burp cloth in my pants and walk out the door. At the er doors I answer a bunch of questions and im off to L&D a bunch of people show up in the room…im having some hard contractions by now and my legs are shaking….This is where Iain takes over to tell the story because I cant remember much…..Iain…..take it away……….
Um, well…Thank you Karrie for throwing this on my lap to finish. Please forgive me if my sense of humor is a bit odd, it’s not you it’s me…
We get upstairs to the labor ward and after Karrie is in one of those all too fashionable robes, They have her lay down and do things to her that I just didn’t want to watch all the while she is moaning every 3 minutes or so. (Okay as I’m writing this she is sitting on the sofa with two bricks of frozen spinach on her chest) (Karrie here, breast pumping hurts!!)A few minutes later the pain doc came in for the epidural. That she did really well with that, and they said she could be the poster child. It was shortly after this that she managed to sleep away half of her labor. (I woke up because I heard laughing…..apparently I was snoring rather loud though some of the contractions) Soon enough, It was time. With me holding one leg, making sure to look up, not down(I admit, I’m a bit squeamish), a nurse holding the other and the midwife spreading her in ways that no man should ever have to watch, out came our beautiful baby son. The cord was wrapped around his neck twice and under his arm. I was truly scared. Until I heard the squeak, yes I did not say cry or scream or anything of the sort, I said squeak. And squeak he did. But it was the most beautiful, precious squeak I have ever heard (not that I am an expert on squeaks or anything, but this one was great). Being premature he was covered in a pure white coating but when they cleaned him up and let us see him for the first time, he crawled into my heart to stay.
Oh, and back to that squeak, after all was said and done, Karrie told me that when he came out and she heard him, she thought to herself “I just gave birth to a puppy!”. And she says I’m odd….
Back to you babe…
The only part I really remember was the midwife putting my leg around her neck and the doula coaching me though the contractions. Because the only thing I could focus on was the beeping of his heart rate. Because he was in distress due to the cord being wrapped around his neck. But when I heard that squeak I knew everything was okay. They then had me sit for approx 2 hours before I could see my new baby boy. And that is the Tuna Casserole incident. I hope you enjoyed my birth story.
Thursday, November 9: After being in and out of the hospital for preeclampsia, I had one final prenatal appointment. My doc informed me that the protein in my urine was borderline severe and he really wanted me to stay in the hospital until he could deliver my baby. He wanted to do an amnio that day to assess the baby's maturity and how soon he'd induce. So, later that day after spending a few hours getting ready, I again checked myself into the hospital. But I had waited too long and all the rooms were taken, so my DH and I had to wait out in the lobby for an hour or so. But we finally got taken back to a small closet they called a room for my amnio.
My doctor is a very quietly spoken man with a very positive outlook. But I saw a very different doctor during the amnio. He was irritated at something, I'm guessing the nurse. She hadn't drawn blood by the time he got there. When he said, "You won't need gloves for this," she turned right around and put gloves on... He was actually kinda scary. lol.
The next day after sending the tests out and doing another 24-hour protein test, all the results came in. One of the amnio tests were border-line and the other was mature. My protein count hadn't risen at all though. So the doc said I'd be induced monday!
Monday November 13: I was scheduled to have the cervidile (that gauze that they place next to your cervix to thin it out. I was nowhere near ready to give birth lol) put in at noon but all the L&D rooms were taken until 1. Finally, I got in and was put on an iv. Then my doc inserted the cervidile and said it may make me contract. If it does, good. Not 10 minutes after that, I started having small regular contractions. Then, a nurse came in saying my doc had called for a enema. Let's just say it wasn't pleasant.
Later that night, the contractions had let up. I was only supposed to have the cervadil in for 8 hours but no one came to take it out. After checking my blood pressure, the nurse turned out the lights, turned off my tv, and told me to lay down and go to sleep. She said it was through the roof and I needed to relax and bring it down. I was very unhappy. But I finally fell asleep.
2:00am: My nurse came in and removed the cervadil and started me in the pitocin.
3:00am: I woke up in pain and called the nurse. She gave me just a normal shot into my iv. I was 1cm dialated. I hated having contractions and having her stick her hand up there to check my cervix.
4:00am: I woke up in extreme pain and again called my nurse for more medication. I was so scared. I probably hadn't dialated enough for an epideral by now but I was in soooo much pain. I was terrified of what the rest of the labor was going to be like.
My nurse checked my cervix to make sure it was ok for more meds. But then she just ran out of the room saying she was going for another nurse to double check my cervix. Another nurse came in and checked. I was 9cm dialated. After that it was all a blur. The nurses were rushing around, calling the anesthesialogist and trying to get a hold of my doctor. All I cared about was that I was in pain and no one would drug me dammit!!!
Finally, the epidural angel got there. But he wouldn't give it to me because I was already at 9cm! That devil! The nurses just stared at him in astonishment and hatred. They said her baby was coming, you'd better give her something! They argued for a bit until my doc finally called and said give me the damn epidural. After that, I really could tell my baby was coming and started pushing. I didn't know how, I just did it. The nurses finally started assissting me. But then they stopped to get some stuff ready. But this baby was coming whether they were there counting or not. So I just kept pushing like they taught me. There was no way I couldn't. My body was telling me it's time! When I would contract, I'd wake up , push, then go to sleep. Again, whether the nurses were there to catch the baby or not. LOL I was so out of it.
Finally my doc got there. He said to put the handle bars up and get my feet in the stirrups. Those handle bars helped more than the epidural LOL. Everyone got into position. My doc said, just push when I feel a contraction and don't stop. I tried for 2 contractions and failed. He said, you have to push through the pain.
On the third contraction, I finally did it. It was the worst pain I have ever felt in my life but it was gone so quickly. My DH tells me I screamed louder than anyone he'd ever heard. And he once saw a guy chop his fingers off with a chainsaw. And no one told me this part about delivering. There's that God awful quick pain and then absolute euphoria. My doc said there we go. Just one more push. I was ecstatic to be able to push after that. It felt great! A few seconds later, I heard Dora's first sounds. Gurgle gurgle. She was born at 5:30a.m. and weighed 6lbs 14oz. She had no problems at all.
Everyone rushed around getting stuff done. I just laid back and went to sleep. Everything after that was a blur and I don't remember most of it. I don't even remember our first breastfeeding session. I barely remember my doctor stitching me up or putting the cathater in.
The next day, they kept me in the L&D room because they couldn't get my bp to come back down. They did bring my bed from the post partum room I had been staying in. That bed never felt so good! They moved me back into post partum Wednesday morning and took me off the magnesium. I finally got to come home Friday morning. My doc still seemed a bit reluctant, but he knew I didn't want to stay.
So, now we're both home. I'm sure my bp is still bad, but it's probably doing better as are my stitches. Dora is breastfeeding well (once I finally get it right that is!!) and loves her daddy.
Here is Amelia and Sam's birth story:
After having a small break down on Friday the 17th (I didn't think I could take being pregnant much longer; those two babies were doing quite a number on my body!), I guess the babies took pity on me. Around 11:30 P.M. on Saturday the 18th I got up to go to the bathroom. After I went I stood up and a GUSH of water came out of me. I called Dh and we just stood there looking at each other, not quite sure what to do. I was convinced that I had just peed on myself, despite the fact that I had just gone and was standing in a huge puddle of clear, odorless fluid. (um, denial perhaps?) I wasn't having any contractions, but we called the doctor and he told us to head to the hospital.
We got to the hospital around 12:15 and I still hadn't had any contractions, so I was pretty convinced I somehow had peed on myself. They checked me, and yes, it was my water. The contractions started not to long after that. They weren't too bad at first, but they picked up around 4:00, and that is when I got the epidural. At about 4:05, I officially fell in love with the epidural man. That stuff is amazing. It completly wiped out my contractions, and I was able to rest for a few hours. Around 7:00 it was time to push. Pushing wasn't too bad at first, and I started to think that this was going to be a piece of cake (again, denial). However, once Amelia started to descend into the birth canal, it was the most intense pressure I have ever felt. They took me to the OR (standard for twin delivery) and I continued pushing. I was having a hard time getting her out, so the doctor did an episiotomy and used the vacuum to get her out.
Now it was Sammy's turn. I started to push, but by this time I was pretty exhausted and my pushes were not quite as effective. I didn't find this out until after delivery, but Sam's heart rate started to drop so they needed to deliver him quickly or they would have to do an emergency c-section. The doctor deepened the episiotomy and used foreceps to pull Sam out. That was the most intense pain I have ever experinced in my life, but it was also the biggest sense of relief once he was out of me.
Amelia Claire was born at 8:38, 5 pounds, 8 ounces and 19 1/2 inches long.
Samuel Evan was born at 8:55, 6 pounds 1 ounce and 19 3/4 inches long.
Both babies are doing wonderfully, despite being slightly premature. (I delievered at 36 weeks 5 days). Amelia had to spend a few hours in a warmer, but was mostly in the room with me. I attempted breastfeeding for 2 days, but after NO response from the babies (the lactation consultant said it might be a few weeks due to immature sucking reflexes) and a horrible experience pumping (my nipples are raw) I gave up. I feel guilty about it and had a good cry when I made the decision, but now I feel pretty good about it. I don't think there is any way I could be the only person able to feed these two, and feeding is so much more relaxed and stress free.
I am so in love with these babies. This has been the most unbeleivable experience of my life and I am so looking forward to watching them grow! I am truly blessed.
On Friday, Nov. 24th about 9am I had a small leakage of fluid, then again about 10am. I decided to wait to see if it did it again. Then at 1pm after sitting for a few hours I got up to go take a nap, and the fluid kept coming in little gushes. So, I quickly took a shower and headed over to L&D. I got there and by 2:20pm, I was told I got to stay because I was indeed leaking my amniotic fluid. So, I called DH told him to call his sister to come and get Nathan and to head on over. I was close to a 3 cm and he was still pretty high and hadn't dropped completely, but at this point I was not having any contractions on my own, so they started the pitocin. By the time I reached 4 cm, I was begging for an epidoral. The pain this time was a lot worse than with my first (with DS I started labor on my own, was a 6cm by the time I got to the hospital, my water wasn't broke until I was 8cm, and I didn't have any pain meds) I got the epi and was already feeling better. All I could feel with the contractions was the pressure. The nurse wasn't sure why I was feeling so much pressure because he was still high. The contractions were coming pretty close together, and the baby started to drop his heartrate everytime I had one. So, they put an internal monitar on his head to keep a better eye on him.
They had to turn off the pitocin, to get Jacob to start responded better, and I started to dialted about 1 cm every hour. The doctor was considering a c-section because of the way the baby was reacting, but he started doing better and so did I, so wwe continued on with labor. My right side starting hurting a lot in my hip and lower stomach. The nurse first thought it was because the baby might have been transverse, and she but me in a couple of positions to try to get him to flip over, but it was very very painful. She called the epi doc back in to see if he could fix it, and he did but it only worked for about 30 minutes then it wore off again. She stretched me to a 10cm because I still had a little cervix left that was in the way. I finally got to start pushing about 2:45am on Saturday. I pushed for 2 1/4 hours and was begging for a c-section. I couldn't take all the pain. But she said with an epi that the doctors let you push for 3 hours before making a decision. So, 45 more minutes I pushed. Finally they call the doctor and he checked me, and immediately said "get the O.R. ready!" The baby was still high and it didn't look like he was coming out.
They got me into the operating room at 5:45am, and I thought I would die before they got the spinal finished. Once the spinal took effect, I was in heaven! They started to cut me at 6:02am and Jacob was born at 6:05am. DH balled like a baby! He is just beautiful and looks like his brother did when he was born. (I asked the doc afterward if there would have been any chance of me pushing him out, and he said NO that he was stuck and he had of realized it he would have done the c/s a long time again) He was running a slight temp when he was born so they kept an eye on his blood counts. He is doing good. He has a little bit of jaudice, but not enough to be put under the lights. We came home today. I'm doing ok, just really sore. Here are his stats and a few pics (I will load more later)
Jacob Lee Asher
20 1/4 inches
When he was first born.....
Me, Nathan, and Jacob.....
Monday NOvember 13 I had parent Teacher Conferences all day and spent the day telling the parents I was working til the end, which was suppose to be Dec. 18. Tuesday mornign I woke up dead tired from the day before went in to work. It was parent Observation day, so I had 6 parents in my classroom observing their children. We were discussing the Pilgrims on the Mayflower and what they could bring with them. I then had the kids break up inot groups to make a list of what they would bring. There I was standing in the middle of the classroom when all of a sudden I felt a small gush. My first thought was Oh My God I just peed myslef and i ddin't even bend down or sneeze, so since I ddin't do that my bladder must be shot and I'm in big trouble. So I look in the hallway for another teacher and the math coach walks by, so I pull her intot he classroom and I run tot he bathroom. I now realize something must be going on, but I'm 5 weeks earlier. I run into my AP and tell her I need to leave because something is wrong and off I go.
I call my parents and my husband who is in class in New Jersey, we live in New York. I then call the dr. he tells me to go to the hospital because he is there. Remember I'm driving myself all around. SO I am now half way home, to get dry clothes, and I have to turn the car around to go back towards the hospital. I first stop to pick up my parents, who are on the front porch waiting ... my mother ever so prepared has towels and plastic bags for me to sit on in the car .... I was wet but not that wet. Off to the hospital we go .... NO bags, NO Camera!! NOthing!! husband is stopping home to get the Cordblood kit ... forgot to tell him to get the camera
I check in to L&D around 11:00 and get checked out only about 1cm & 80% effaced. Official word my water broke, so I"m staying. My dr. comes in and doesn't want to check me to keep the infection rate down. Fine with me!!! But tells me I'm contracting every 1-2 minutes ...I don't feel a thing. HIs partner comes in later that day around 7 and checks me I'm only 2cm & 90% effaced so he breaks more of the sack and water gushes out, still not feeling a thing. He puts me on Pitocin because he says the baby is very low. By 7:25 I felt my first contraction ... bad menstral cramp. At 8:35 I get the epidural because dr. said It may be all night since I"m not really dilated, Hell I was going to sleep then and push him out in the morning. So in goes the epidural and the dr. checks me @ 8:45 and I"m fully dilated. At 9:30 they shut off the epidural and by 10:15 I begin puishing and at 11:28 Timothy Liam was born!!
It was truely amazing I wish I could have an outerbody experience and relive it just to watch the whole miracle again!!
Most of you know I was having contractions for many months. When it was finally time for them to actually DO something, nothing would happen and I was quite frustrated.
At my 38 1/2 week checkup (and after spending one night in L&D) My dr. did an internal exam and offered to sweep my membranes. I said "yes please!!!" She did it and said "see ya back tonight!" This was at 2pm.
We went home and got everything all packed. I really didnt think I would go into labor until the next day, so we decided to go out to dinner and go Christmas shopping. There is a mall close to the hospital so we went there. On a hunch DH said "lets ask your mom to go with us"
We ate dinner at about 7pm and my contractions started strong about 10 minutes apart. By the time we finished they were steady at 6 minutes. I really didnt want to go home so we went to the hospital. we were admitted by 9pm. It was "real labor" yes!
After about 3 hours I was doing ok with the pain - as long as DH and mom were continuously massaging my back - non stop. DH was getting stressed out and I wasnt dilating very fast so I opted for an Epidural. OMG what a lifesaver. I was able to sleep for a couple of hours.
All of a sudden I woke up to a loud popping sound when my water broke. I moved quickly after that. At about 7am the nurse told me I was complete and ready to push.
In the room was my mom, MIL, DSD, DH, and my little brother Ian who is 20 years old and totally grossed out by anything female. I originally only wanted SDS, mom, and DH. DH was pale white, and almost useless - I thought he would pass out! MIL was almost invisible so I said she could stay.
My legs were too numb for me to support so I told Ian to get over and hold them for me. He was the biggest help and coached me right through my pushing. I pushed for one hour and Enzo was born at 8:10 am November 29.
After it was all over, MIL came up to me crying and said "thank you for not kicking me out. That was the first time I have ever seen a baby being born, and it is the best gift you could give me in the world"
Shelbi cried and watched the nurses clean up her big brother. She told MIL "I loved Mavi before, but now I love her so much more!"
It was so incredible. After both me and the baby were checked out, dh finally took a deep breath of relief and he went with the baby to the nursery.
Friday, December 1st was when it began… I woke up around the usual 3am and was uncomfortable as always, but this was different. I was cramping pretty badly and couldn’t get back to sleep. So I went back and forth from bed, to the rocking chair, to the bathroom, etc. trying to get comfortable while DH slept. Then around 6am, he woke up and was fully convince I was in labor. (I thought it was just bad gas that I couldn’t get out!) However, I didn’t notice any patterns (yet) so we went about our day. DH is off on Fridays so we went Christmas shopping at the mall and walked around, then we went out to eat with my parents and little sister since her birthday was the next day. I kept feeling the “cramps” and was timing them on my own and noticing they went from 20 minutes apart to 15, to 12 or so. They still weren’t too intense, just enough to make me wince a little, like a menstrual cramp. Then, we went home and that night I became increasingly uncomfortable with each contraction. They weren’t getting closer together or longer, just STRONGER! So we decided to go into the hospital around 1:30am or so, only to be told I was only dilated maybe a finger tip and that my cervix wasn’t even open at the bottom. They gave me Ambien and said that if it was real labor, it wouldn’t effect the progress. So we got back home at about 4am, I took the Ambien expecting to sleep finally, but it did NOTHING. So the contractions kept coming, and I stayed up again. That day was my little sister’s birthday and her party was planned out at the park. My mom came over early and made DH and I breakfast, and DH decided to take off work that day. So we all went to the store, picked up my sister’s cake, and then went over to their house to get ready for the party. All the while my contractions are getting closer together, and I’m timing them at about 7 or 8 minutes apart. Then around 1:30pm, I had a contraction but something was different… I felt a little “gush” all of a sudden and ran to the bathroom. My sister’s party was scheduled for 2pm, and had it not been for that, we would have been along our merry way further from the hospital. Hehe. But at that point we decided to go back in to the hospital. We got there around 2pm, and the nurse checked me and said I was SEVEN CENTIMETERS!! WOW. So they got me into a room right away, did the usual 100 questions, bloodwork, and hooking up to monitors… (pausing about every four or five minutes for my contraction) The nurses were so amazing, I can’t even begin to explain how wonderful they were! They were so patient and ready to do whatever it was I wanted. One nurse told me that I was to get comfortable however I wanted, even if it meant walking around the hospital for a while, or going to the bathroom, or squatting by the bed. As long as it was before I was in the pushing stage. So at that point, I jumped at the chance to go potty (although not literally…) I got up with her help, and had a contraction on the way. I had to lean over on her and she coached me right through. Anyway, after I made it back to the bed, I asked her about Demerol or something of the sort, and she said they usually don’t administer those drugs after 8cm since the baby will be affected. So I knew I didn’t have time and asked her to check me again… sure enough, I was 8cm. They said I could still have it if I wanted, though, but I chose not to. They also said the epidural was available at ANY point, up to 10cm even, as long as I can sit still. But I opted out of that one too. All I was thinking at that point was “Let’s just get her out as quickly as possible.” My legs were shaking, but my mom did such a good job of rubbing them and keeping me relaxed in that way. I also had back pains with each contraction, so every time I felt one coming on, all I would say was “back!“ and DH would put his fist behind my back to help ease the pain there. So contractions kept coming, I was checked again, and at 9cm, my body began to push on it’s own… So the nurse ran and got the doctor and the fun part began.
I went through about five contractions at that point, each with three good 10 second pushes each, and she was out! She was 6lbs 11oz, 20 inches long, born at 4:37pm. She came out ready to nurse, too! She was already smacking her lips and looking at me like “Mom, where’s the GOOD STUFF?!” So I got to feed her right away, and it was just so amazing. The entire experience was. Everyone kept telling me how strong I was and how amazing I did with no meds, but I really couldn’t have done it without the help of the nurses, my wonderful mom and husband, and the doctor. I just kept my eyes closed during the labor and focused on the encouragement, and that made it so much easier. Most of all, though, I just have to say that the woman’s body is AMAZING. The way that God has it all planned out and designed to work so perfectly, from feeling our hips begin to widen before labor, to having the baby’s head come out soft so it fits, etc. etc. Every little detail works together to help create the most incredible experience on earth.