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Two Weeks Old

May 20, 2011 2 comments

Sorry it’s been two weeks since I have posted. It has been a little crazy around here. I usually take naps with the baby to catch up on lost sleep at night but I was lucky last night and he slept from 11:30-4 and then 4- almost 7 am. I am hoping this is a normal thing but I’m not counting on it :).

Isaac had his two-week check up and is over his birth weight! He is now 8lbs 2 oz! He has surpassed my expectations! Bringing a child into this world has been amazing and challenging. I wouldn’t change any of it!

My biggest challenges have been breastfeeding (week 1) and getting used to what his cries mean. I am lucky to have a lactation consultant to see me for the 1st week. That made week 2 a breeze and I am no longer suffering from feeding my son! Cloth diapering is also going extremely well. I will try to do product reviews for all the items I have purchased for all the soon to be momma’s that read my blog. Today will not be a review because I am currently holding a sleeping baby as I type and it is not easy. I will do my best to schedule some blogging time when my husband is here so that I can possibly get something done! Until then here are some pictures of Isaac!

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Isaac’s Birth Story

I have to first say that Birth as I knew it didn’t seem so bad. I knew labor would be hard work and I knew it would hurt but that still didn’t prepare me for the 28 hours and 11 min of birthing my son!

This story began on May 2, 2011. I started irregular contractions at midnight that continued to the next morning. They were irregular and where painless (in comparision to everything else). I still didn’t think anything of it because I had been contracting off and on since  the beginning of April. My appointment to see my midwife was at 2:30 so I was just concentrating on other things. I went my whole foods on my way and they started to hurt just a little bit more. I knew this because the cashier asked if I was ok (I show emotion in my face) and I said “oh I’m fine just a contraction”. She looked at me like I had three heads. I then told her I was going to a doctor’s appointment and that it wasn’t a big deal. At my midwife appointment she asked if I wanted to have my membranes stripped. I agreed only because I was 40.2 days and wanted this baby out. Most people don’t go into labor when this is done unless they are ready to pop. My BP was really high when I came in and when they rechecked it went even higher. I was sent to L & D to have a NST (non-stress test) on me and the baby. It was monitoring my contractions and how the baby was handling them as well as me. I noticed that about 10 min into this test I had to breath through them because they were “different”. Baby and I got the OK to go home. The hour drive home from the hospital was NOT fun. Every contraction was hurting just a  little bit more. I timed them with a help of an app and they were coming 6 min apart. I thought it was just because of the procedure and that it would more and likely die down when I got home to take a nap. I did get an hour of sleep before my husband came home and fixed me dinner. He fixed me a hot dog (remember this)and chips which I was fine with because I didn’t have the energy to make anything. I began to time them again around 7 and they were were 5 min apart but slightly irregular but never stopped. I called my doula to give her a heads up because at this point I had contractions for 4 hours and I had to work through them. At around 9 pm they were coming 3-5 min apart and I would have to have my husband use techniques to get me through each one and so we decided to call L & D. The nurse told me I could come in when the contractions were 2-3 min apart for 2 hours. So we waited. At the two hour mark I was still 2-3 min lasting over a minute. We called back and they gave us the ok to go in!

After a bumpy and very uncomfortable hour drive to the Army hospital, I was really happy to be “having a baby”. We get there and I was checked by the resident and she told me I was a 2! I must have given her the evil eye because she was a little scared. I went back to have a NST and I was stuck in the bed which was not working for me and these killer contractions. She wouldn’t let me get up and the longer I fought it the longer I had to stay there. She was cold and not comforting at ALL. The baby and I were ok so she told me to go home. What go home an hour away your crazy lady? My sister lives in the area so she told us to come on over. All I could think about was a warm tub it’s supposed to be nature’s epi right. On the way to my sisters that lovely dinner I had…was all over me and a blanket. Please don’t eat a hot dog when you go into labor. This is your warning because you will see it again. When we went to Lindsay’s I turned on the water in the tub and was expecting immediate relief. I can only speak for me but it does little to ease your pain. I lost part of my mucous plug (sorry Linz) and was moaning so loud that I was sure she would get a noise complaint the next day. I spent some time in there but then that wasn’t working so I moved to sitting on the toilet, hanging over couches and walking on all fours. I was helpless and at my breaking point so I called the doula again. At this time it was about 4 am and I had to get her to come over. She talked to me and timed my contractions and told me they were coming a minute apart. She told me to take deep breaths and she was on her way over. I handed the phone to Lindsay and she told her to tell me how to cope. I walked her apartment dozens of times breathing with each contraction. At one point I squatted in her bedroom through several contractions and then stood up. I wanted to sit on the toilet (something about it made it better) but this time something felt different. I wanted to PUSH. I told her that and she yanked me off the toilet and told me “I will not be having this baby in her house”. She called the Doula and she told Lindsay to get me to the hospital ASAP and so that’s what we did.

I got in the car thinking that the contractions would be worse because I couldn’t move but they were about the same. I pulled it together because I knew they had to admit me…I couldn’t possibly still be a 2. I was defintiely in active labor. When we arrived I was greeted with some smiling faces and at this time was checked and I was a 6. Praise the Lord and get me an epi..stat. YES I had and epi. Not part of any sort of plan I had but I told them to rip that thing up because I was no longer laboring in misery. About less than an hour after I arrived I got my epi and told the anesthesiologist I loved him. I did love him because I instantly felt NOTHING. I couldn’t take one more minute of that pain. I thought the baby was going to rip out of my uterus from the top of it. I also knew that I would need PIT in order to progress it’s a given. I didn’t however expect the next chain of events.

I was finally told I was complete and it was time to start pushing. I had half the staff in the room but I didn’t care. Modesty defintiely goes out the window during labor and I haven’t gotten it back. I start to push and something went wrong so I was checked again. I was only 9,5 cm with an anterior lip. The poor resident got yelled at and I almost told that Doctor to shut it…it was’s OK! She said we would try to push through it and deilvery this baby. I pushed a couple of times (super hard work) and the baby wasn’t liking it so they stopped rolled me over on my side and let the baby rest. She was worried that the baby’s cord was around the neck and if I pushed and he didn’t have enough cord we would be in trouble.  I pushed for hours and then the Doctor said the lip isn’t going away and the C-Sec talk came. I cried not because I was getting one just because it’s major surgery. I wanted what was best for my baby and I wasn’t going to risk anything happening to him. The doctor said we would try a couple more pushes and give it my all. My sister heard them talking to the nurse and said she will be having the C-sec prep the room. We prayed and I cried some more but I was going to give it my all one more time. I did. The baby was not going to be born and they all joked he wanted to stay in there forever. I had my c-section but I still felt like I delievered him. When they pulled him out he had a cord wrapped around his neck and around his body. This was a nescessary c-section. I heard his cries and gave him his 1st kiss. I wouldn’t change anything about the two days I labored and delivered baby boy Isaac!

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