My amazing friend Jenny came and took these pics of Greer when she was all of 12 hours old. So precious, and what an awesome birthday gift to me! We are doing her newborn photos this weekend, and I cannot wait to see them. Jenny is so talented.
Anyway, I wanted to write out the birth story while it is fresh on my mind. It was a whirlwind of a day! As I said in my last post, I went in at 5:30 on March 27 to start cervadil. It was very surreal yet normal to be walking in to be admitted to the hospital to have a baby. I don't think either of us knew what to think, but we were so excited and anxious to meet our girl. They took blood, hooked me up to monitors, and put the cervadil in place. I didn't get a whole lot of sleep between being tethered to monitors and just being excited, so before I knew it, the morning had rolled around and it was time to get going. Only it wasn't. I was supposed to be induced at 6am but there were so many babies born the night before, they weren't quite ready for me. So, I just chilled and at about 9:30, a nurse came to fetch me to get started. Matt was out of the room making some phone calls, so I let him know where I was being moved and I think I may have been hooked up to the Pitocin before he even got everything moved from our antepartum room to L&D. Oh, but to back up, I was not dilated a bit from the cervadil. My cervix was thinned a little bit but that was it.
So, they start the Pitocin slowly and work the way up. At around 11:30A, I was talking to my friend Kelly on the phone and had to abruptly hang up on her because I felt a gush of uncontrollable pee. As I got up and tried to get untethered from the monitors and grab my IV pole, I could not stop peeing. It was so embarrassing... Matt, my mom, sister and BFF were all in the room and there I am leaking pee across it as I hurry to the bathroom. So, I empty my bladder and stand up and there's still fluid leaking from me. At that point, I said call Lindsay (my L&D nurse), I think my water broke. I honestly didn't expect it to break on its own, especially just two hours after being on Pitocin. I was relieved I hadn't lost all control of my bladder and obviously excited!
The contractions were not terrible, but by 1:00P I was ready for the epidural. Knowing it would take about 45 minutes after I requested it, I got on that. Of course, so did several other women so it was about an hour and a half or so before I got it. The contractions were not unbearable, but I wasn't smiling or talking through them either. My doctor told me to get some pain meds that would make me feel like I drank some margaritas, so I did and it definitely helped me relax. The epidural was pretty painless, and I wasn't nervous for it at all. Plus, the anesthesiologist was hot. I told them that when my mom had gotten her epidurals, she got really sick immediately after just as my BP dropped from 130/90 to 90/38. They threw some meds in my IV and then lost Greer's heartbeat on the monitors. So, they called in backups and it was a bit chaotic as I moved from side to side and they repositioned her heart monitor on my belly to pick it back up. Poor Matt was about to cry, but I was surprisingly calm. I just trusted that God wasn't going to get us that far for naught.
At this point, I was only 1cm dilated. Not too long after getting my epidural, I mentioned to my nurse that I hadn't peed in a while before the epidural and they also pumped me full of fluids, so she cathed me and 500ccs later, I was complaining that it hurt only I just had an epidural so why could I even feel anything. Around 4:30 they checked me and I was at 8cm and -1 station. Within an hour I was fully dilated! I was glad my epidural didn't fully numb me because I could feel the pressure of her descending and I could tell when I was having contractions. I would have preferred to be a little more numb at the end but we'll get there. :) My amazing doctor and I did a little holy cow, this is working cheer and decided I would sit awhile to let her continue to drop before I started pushing. She went to deliver another baby and I sat there for about two hours. I started to feel very sick, so I was worried I wasn't going to be able to do it. Thankfully they gave me some anti-nausea meds and that did the trick. I started pushing around 7:40P.
We still didn't know if it was going to work, but I'll be damned if I was going to have gotten that far and not pushed with all I had to get her out. After about an hour of pushing, I asked my doctor if it was going to happen. She told me that if it was someone else, maybe not. But my strength was going to get this baby out. The CrossFit and walking a 5K at 38 weeks paid off. It was very tiring, but I did it and I was pretty proud of myself! It was getting pretty painful toward the end... something I was not expecting, but I also believe that if I wasn't feeling all I was feeling, I would not have been able to get her out of there. I could feel when I needed to push and when I needed to give it that extra umph to push her through my narrow pelvis. My doctor basically summed it up that the first hour and a half to two hours of pushing was just to mold her head to fit through (and you'll be able to see that in the pics) and then it was just getting her out from there. And, it was true. Once she'd passed through my pelvis, things happened pretty fast and I was pretty uncomfortable! Matt's reactions to the things happening were pretty priceless. I remember a few "Oh my Gods" and such come from him as she came out. :)
They had the NICU team on standby because of her heart decels during labor, but thankfully they came and went quickly. They placed her blue body on my chest after she came out and it was a bit before she cried, but once she did, she pinked up pretty quickly. Her APGAR scores were 7 and 9, which is awesome. I thought with how blue she was, things might not be so great. But, she was just fine. They cleaned her up and brought her back to me and I got to hold her skin to skin while they fixed me up. It all seemed to happen so fast and I still can't believe it, even after having her here for almost 8 full days. Such a miracle.
We are doing well at home, and my recovery has been awesome. I am so glad I didn't end up with a C-section. I was sweeping the back porch the day after I got home from the hospital (the dismal Gator game drove me outside) and was at Target Tuesday enjoying a solo shopping trip. So far, Miss G is a really easy baby. She's easily consoled and most of her crying is because she's getting changed, is hungry, has a dirty diaper, or just wants to be held. Every night has been different, from the awful first night home to an accidental stretch of 5 hours from the start of one feeding to the next. Oops. :) But, she's eating well and sleeping fairly well for being all of 8 days old. I can't complain, not that I would anyway. She's what we prayed for and so much more. We are very blessed.
|Home at last! So tiny.|
|Maddie checking out her sister. Max could care less but Maddie is a little momma.|
|Aunt Jenn finally gets to hold Greer!|
|Greer's actual due date... already 6 days old.|