Tuesday, March 5, 2013

Lydia's Arrival 2.26.2013

I very much wanted Lydia to have a February birthday.  Grandma Jayne, myself and my sister-in-law all have birthdays the last week of February. But with Colin staying full term, I wasn't too hopeful it would happen. I'm glad I was wrong.

Here is the long-ish story of her birth, mostly for me and hopefully one day her.

On Friday the 22nd I became obsessed with cleaning the school/play room.  Papers were thrown out, supplies organized, the surface of my desk found, and EVERY lego was put in its place.  This was a pretty serious nesting sign for this lady, as organization has never been my obsession. I also started having some physical symptoms that labor could come over the next 3 or 4 days (ladies who have had a baby can read between those lines).

38 Weeks
Saturday morning, 38 Weeks.

Saturday morning I woke with a list of last minute errands that needed to be run. Jason had decided somewhere in the past week to just nod and say yes to everything I said.  I think he felt sorry for all the pregnancy uncomfortableness and he just wanted a peaceful house. We loaded everyone up and spent the day going from stop to stop spending gift cards and using coupons.

That night I started having more regular and stronger contractions, but somewhere in the middle of the night they faded.

Sunday morning we made it to church and then took the boys to the Lego store for some exchanges and last day out prizes.  It was an absolutely gorgeous day so we stopped by the park on the way home.  Jason watched the boys and I did laps and lunges around the lake, seriously.   I had reached the point of really wanting to meet her and really wanting to no longer be pregnant.

Blocking the slide.
Park play.

That night the contractions started.  They were painful and regular.  I told Jason he had to go to sleep because this could be it.  At 3am I laid down and went to sleep.  I was super disappointed when I woke up and things had completely calmed.

I decided early on in this pregnancy to have this baby unmedicated.  I had been praying that I would progress at least some prior to labor, since in the past I have gone from 1-10 all on the boys actual birthdays.  I was hoping for some progression would shorten the time of actual labor.  I sort of regretted this prayer at this point.  I'm so grateful for it now, but at the time I just wanted to move into active labor.

Monday was a normal day at home with nothing interesting to report.  I went to bed early not expecting anything, but very tired from several nights of what felt like early labor.

At midnight I woke up with contractions and some other signs that labor was happening.  After an hour I had to get out of bed.  I started timing them and called the doctor.  They were about 4 or 5 minutes apart and getting much more intense.  Jason had gone to bed at 1:45, and at 2:30 I woke him up and said he had to get someone to watch the boys, now.  I was rocking on the exercise ball and swaying and leaning on walls, but while things were getting more intese they were completely manageable.

Jason parents arrived and we dashed to the car.  Then we began the-very-longest-car-ride-of-any-woman's-life, but we made it.  Luckily in the middle of the night there are lots of primo parking spots available and we were able to get right in the hospital.

We got checked in the hospital at about 3:45 and the nurse confirmed it was labor (ha!) and I was at 7cm.  I was grateful to be closer to the end than the beginning.

We got in a room.  The only position that was slightly more comfortable was to lean over the back of a chair swaying and squeezing Jason's hands so hard that he might have permanent damage.  So I did that for a couple of hours.  He is still able to type on his computer, so any mobility that was lost wasn't really needed anyway.

About 6:30 I was reaching a limit in my mind.  I had never pushed a baby out while the pain was this intense and I really began to doubt my ability to focus to be effective.

My water had not broken and the doctor and nurse both felt that would move things along.  Of course in hindsight things were moving quite quickly, but I couldn't see that.  I was 9 1/2 cm and ready to be done laboring.  I asked the doctor to break my water.  My dear husband who had, in fact, been listening to all the friends, nurses and even me over the past several months knew I really didn't want my water broken and that all information we had been given was that once the water was broken the pain would magnify.  He tried to make sure this is what I wanted and encourage me to think about it, but ultimately I demanded it.

All those people were right.  The doctor broke my water and the remaining 30 minutes were really difficult.  I was unable to open my eyes or find any position to help the pain.  Jason kept encouraging me about how close I was to the end and that really helped.

My doctor was out of town (country and continent) so Dr. Mackenzie came on for the delivery.  He did a great job (so much so that I have almost forgiven Dr. Ross).  During a contraction he was encouraging and supportive and in between he was firm and directive about what had to be done and able to get me focused or a least a bit more focused.  Then there was a point where I jumped out of bed and my body made it clear it was time to push.  The moment I was able to push the euphoria came.  Literally from that point it was amazing.  The nurse got me back in bed and in one push Lydia's head came out.  The room became electrified with activity as the doctor and baby nurses where not there.  I was able to change positions and one more push and she was out.

She was gorgeous, but didn't cry and wasn't pink. I touched her and they immediately took her to the warmer to aggravate her.  She pinked right up and cried.  They brought her over, laid her on my chest and she proceeded to nurse for the better part of the first 3 hours of her life.  The joy of meeting her was a miracle.

Lydia's Arrival

A daughter, a fourth child, another soul and spirit in our family.  Amazing.

Official stats:
7:18am on February 26th, 2013
7 pounds 14 ounces
22 inches long
13 3/4 inches head circumference



3 comments:

Jessie Weaver said...

The last part of my (unmedicated) labor with David I was begging to leave the hospital and told them I WAS NOT HAVING THAT BABY. Unfortunately his pushing was even worse but it was quick!

Congratulations on your newest bundle of joy! I'll be 38 weeks on Thursday and am VERY eager to meet Joshua ... maybe he'll move it along. :)

becca @ sew loved said...

what a beautiful birth story! i would like to think i could go natural next time, but i'm such a baby dealing with pain. we'll see...

many, many congrats. so glad she's healthy and that y'all are doing well. she's going to be the most loved little sister ever!

Kelley said...

Love your story!