Archive | June, 2013

Better late then never

27 Jun

Pics from the birth! None during since it went so fast 🙂 Here’s one taken a few days before she was born.


Huge! And then…we got to meet our little girl!




Check out the moudling on that noggin! Image

She was a hefty girl. No wonder it felt like I was carrying a bowling ball in my pelvis those last  few days.


Big brother got to help our midwife with the newborn exam. He was totally in awe of his baby sister…Image


Giving his sister her first “bath”. Soo much vernix in her hair!

ImageLoving on the girl.


Hello world. Introducing Emma Rose.


Not much to report

13 Jun

Baby Emma is doing awesome. Her umbilical stump fell off this evening and she had a checkup with the pediatrician. All is perfect, she is gaining back weight at a little over an ounce per day! The power of breastmilk 😀 Also, only 6lbs left until my pre-preg weight. Whoohoo.


10 Jun

Babymoon? Maybe. I don’t know or care what name people call it, but its bliss.

I’m so in love with this little girl and my family.

She’s here!

9 Jun

I know the suspense was killing you…but she is here! Lets rewind:

Friday June 7, 2013

1:55am- I woke up feeling odd and my water broke! No contractions, husband took care of the sheets and I hopped in the shower. Called the midwife. She let us know that sometimes contractions won’t pick up for a while, so we should try and get some sleep.

2:18am- So much for sleep! We had just settled back into bed and I got a wicked contraction. We crossed our fingers that it was a fluke and then…

2:22am- Another contraction. Crap, 4 minutes apart? After NOTHING?

2:26am- This is really happening. Husband runs downstairs to turn on the porch light. It hurts even worse. I’m on all fours on the bed and call my midwife. She gives me some reassuring words and calls back in a few minutes and talks with the hubs. She says she will start heading to us. I stopped looking at the time.

I turned on some soft lights, found the “spa” station on Pandora, and hunkered down in a nest of pillows. I concentrated on breathing calmly through each contraction and tried to rest during the breaks. I mumbled “another” to hubs whenever a surge would start so he could keep track. I honestly spaced out in my own little world.

The contractions suddenly got harder. I could feel baby so much lower! I let husband know that I would need to push “soon, but now now. Just soon.”

Not too long after, I heard my midwife come into the room with her assistant. She muttered, “She’s in the zone!” and they went ahead silently setting up their gear. They came over and checked baby with the doppler (she was doing great) and took vitals on me. They confirmed my want to push soon. I nodded and said I was almost there…so they checked to see how far along I was. Do I get a gold star for knowing my body? I was 9cm and baby was completely engaged!

Labor got harder and the pain was intense. I went to the bathroom and ended up vomiting. Tried laboring on my knees at the foot of the bed, but the pain was too much. I asked when I could start pushing and got the “ok”. I tried it and it was awful. I didn’t feel the pressure, just sharp pain. It didn’t feel right and I hated it. I tried a few more pushes while contracting and it just wasn’t working. My legs and arms shook and I just couldn’t hold myself up. Baby wasn’t tolerating the pushing in that position either. It hurt bad…looking back, I definitely know that was when “transition stage” labor started.

They helped me move to the bed on my side. One leg high up in the air…let me tell you, it felt great to have my hips that far apart! The contractions were coming one on top of the other at this point and I will be honest, I was really doubting myself. The pain was intense. I started talking nonsense. I told the baby she was mean and bad. I told my husband I hated him. I told the midwife that I wanted morphine. I said I didn’t want to be pregnant. I didn’t want to have a baby anymore. I wanted to go to the hospital and let them take it out.

Of course I didn’t mean any of it. The baby was crowning. Her head was RIGHT THERE. I just needed to say it. I was pushing out a baby, I could say whatever crazy stuff I wanted, dammit! I could feel her head coming out and to my surprise, hubs was watching it! He looked terrified and excited…he was encouraging me to push because he could see her. The tone of his voice was something I had never heard…it was beautiful. He was just so excited to meet his daughter because he could see her coming and he was impatient! It was really, really encouraging. I felt her come down and out more and more with each push and I just became determined. I put my all into it and listened to my team to let me know how close to the finish line I was. And then…

5:16am- She was out. Feeling that little body pop out completely is by far the most amazing, wonderful relief in the world. They put her wiggly, wet body onto my chest and I held her and looked into her eyes. They were wide open and curious, then she took a big breath and started crying. She is the most beautiful little girl in the universe. She just looked at me and cried and I was in love.

The placenta was birthed shortly after…maybe only 15 minutes later. Hubs went to get the big brother since he slept through the whole thing. He walked in and just stared at her. I remember smiling like a fool this whole time. Baby latched on and nursed like an old pro. It was bliss.

8:00am Now, it wasn’t all rainbows and sunshine. Around this point, the midwife noted that I was bleeding a bit more then she would like. We ran through her protocol over the next bit…I got injections of Pitocin and Methergen to help contract and slow the bleeding. Some IV fluids to help keep me hydrated. I had trouble getting up to use the bathroom…felt dizzy and close to passing out. After two attempts, the midwife let me know that I might need a blood transfusion and that she would feel comfortable at least getting me checked out at the hospital. I agreed and they called paramedics for transport. The hospital staff was great. Turns out I did lose too much blood (for an unknown reason) and my decreased blood volume was making me dizzy. On top of that, I was clotting in my uterus and they weren’t coming out with my contractions. I had the clots manually extracted, got two bags of blood, and a room for the night. Baby stayed with me the whole time and I felt great, much to the staff’s surprise. We came home the next afternoon.

What it comes down to is that my homebirth was amazing. Everything went well and the clotting/blood issue would have happened no matter where I gave birth. I regret nothing and I am so thankful that I had the support and experience that we did.

And so it begins

7 Jun

1:55am-Woke up feeling “weird”. Frustrated because apparently my day of massive mucous expulsion had increased. Debated going to the bathroom and started to roll over on my back…only to feel a big gush of fluid. Nudged my husband

“I think my water just broke”

“HUH? Why do you think that”

He then proceeds to sleepily feel around the waistband of my undies where it is dry. I proceed to sit up and scoot to the edge of the bed and he can see that I am sitting in a puddle. Thank god we followed the directions of the midwife and had a vinyl sheet under our fitted sheet.

Hubs started changing the linens while I waddled to the bathroom to clean up in the shower. Midwife was called and I was instructed to get more sleep if I could. I guess I should also be thankful I bought the Depends like she said to.

Here we go 🙂

Today is my due date

2 Jun

Baby has one hour and fifteen minutes to make her appearance.

Just kidding. She can come whenever 🙂 Guess dates for everyone!

In the meantime, I am eating all the food in sight. What does a pregnant woman eat at 10pm?

1 tuna salad (lots of celery and bell pepper) sandwich on whole wheat

1c cherry tomatoes

1c cherries

1c cottage cheese

Thats a lot of food for a snack. It was delicious. Thanks for asking. I might eat some cauliflower in a little while. I suppose I can’t feel too guilty since most of what I ate is good for me, right? Still feel like a glutton though. Oh well. Baby is hungry 🙂