The day Lucas was born was by far the best day of my life. It quickly changed to the scariest. He was born at 10:29 AM and around 3:00 PM he was taken away by nurses for a quick bath. Harmless right? Well, he never got that bath. They unswaddled him and realized he was lethargic and cold. They did a heal prick and quickly discovered he had very low blood sugar. The nurse came back to tell me what was going on and within minutes he was carted off to the NICU. I was told he would be down there for an hour for observation and I should take this time to rest. I was so nervous but was under the impression that it wasn't that bad and he would be back in my arms shortly. So I tried to rest and not think about it too much. I had lots of family there and so we all kind of sat around talking and it was a good distraction for me. Then I realized a few hours had passed and I had not been told anything. My nurse came in to check on me and I asked if she knew anything and she again assured me he was just under observation. What did this even mean?! I was starting to get really scared because I loved my nurse and felt comfortable with her and her shift was almost over and a new girl was coming in. A new girl who had never even met Lucas so how was she supposed to know what was going on? Well, the time had come for my amzing nurse to leave and she promised me multiple times my new nurse was amazing and will be just as great if not better than she was (this was false by the way).
He was in the NICU for almost 10 hours and it was the hardest 11 hours of my life. I had only had him earlier that morning and then he was taken. I finally decided to ask a nurse what was going on and she said that he was not admitted to the NICU and that I could go see him. This infuriated me for two reasons. 1. I had been told I was not allowed to visit him in observation and I would only be allowed to go see him once he was admitted. But of course no mother wants to have there newborn admitted into the NICU because that means something is wrong. And 2. He had been in the NICU for 7 hours before I was told I was in fact actually allowed to go see my baby. I was so mad I had gone that long with out seeing him. Once I made the very painful walk down to the NICU I was again over come with disappointment. I was so upset that I didnt even want to hold my new baby. And that was a horrible feeling. I was told a few things while down there that upset me. He was being given formula, he had an IV, and they didn't even know his name!! I was not upset that he was eating formula I understood it was needed, same with the IV, but I was upset that not once did any nurse in that place decide to call up and tell me what was going on. I was mad they didn't know his name, he was only baby Green. Didn't even have the name spelled right and the room number on his cart was incorrect. I just didn't understand how a hospital can not have the details down correctly. Looking back I'm sure I was upset over silly things but by that point I hadn't slept in days, my baby wasn't allowed to be with me and I was scared to death. I did go back to my room and get some sleep. Lucas was brought to me around 1:30 AM and immediately screamed because of a dirty diaper... and that's the 1st time I got peed on by my son. And I have never been so happy to be peed on. I gave him a fresh diaper and cuddled him tightly for a few hours while he slept. And in just a change of a diaper that day became the best day of my life again.
He still needed to be watched over for his blood sugar levels and he was supplemented formula for the first week of his life. But he is now a very healthy exclusively breast fed baby :-) More on breast feeding to come I'm sure. I love being a breast feeding mommy! It is an amazing feeling to be able to feed my baby that way.
Thursday, October 3, 2013
Birth Day
Oh boy...labor. They were not kidding when they say its impossible to explain to someone who has not been through it. I have been dreading writing this post because I'm just so scared I wont give it justice. For one, Epidurals are fantastic... however there are parts of my labor I literally cant remember because I was so out of it. I had to ask my family and friends who were in the delivery room with me for some of the details I simply could not remember them in order. I remember the parts that are goofy, my mom remembered the medical stuff and my best friend Meg remembered all the important details like nurses names and so forth. I highly recommend every one to have that group of people for you in delivery. I could not have done it alone. Ian and I had discussed it just being us and in the end I am very happy for the people I had with me. Ian had been working for days and was on little sleep so he literally slept from the time they admitted me until it was time to push 12 hours later. So I am thankful for my mom, mother in law and best friend who were there to talk to me, to force me to nap, and to make me laugh through the crazy amount of panic that hit me right before labor. I'm also very very thankful that they were there to hold my legs, because again, epidurals are amazing... and I couldn't feel my legs at all. Thanks again ladies, that was not a pretty job but I love you all!
Ok, enough of that. Lets get to the nitty gritty of this post. Its why I'm here right?
For starters I was past due. I had my induction scheduled for the 30th so baby would have been born on Sept 1st most likely and I was determined to have this baby in August so that was not going to work for me. So I did everything in my power to beat my induction date. I took all the advice and wives tales to heart and so I started eating all the Mexican food in sight, I had sex, I drank more water then physically possible, and I walked...and walked...and walked....and walked... It was soooo very painful too! Honestly, if I could pick one thing that was the worst part of being pregnant it would be walking from month 9 on. Every step got more and more painful. It is just plain awful.
Before actually going into labor I had been to the hospital like 3-4 times (dont worry I wont tell you about all of them. Most were very boring) and kept getting sent home. I had absolutely no progress but so much pain. It was so frustrating and I felt like I was doing something wrong because my body just wasn't doing what it was supposed to. However, I would not say I regret going to the hospital any time I went. It is a much better feeling to know you're ok then to sit at home scared that you're in labor and not knowing whats going on. The doctors were so nice every time I went in and they never made me feel stupid for going in with out need. However, every time we left with no baby it almost felt like doing the walk of shame. Especially the first time we went in the night I thought my water had broken (I will get to that in a minute) and we had over night bags and pillows and our hands full of all the essentials and then got sent home a few hours later with all of our stuff... embarrassing. Haha. But we learned to never bring "stuff" with us. We realized to leave it in the car and once admitted Ian went out to the car and got it all and from then on it was golden.
So, my water broke. Oops just kidding.
That was a rough rough night! So very disappointing. But a great story. Ian had sent me a text (that I will not recite verbatim due to graphic detail) saying a co worker told him she went into labor after some very (graphic detail inserted here) sex. At this point in my uncomfortable and just plain miserable state of being I was up for anything to get this baby out so I gave the green light for some intimate husband and wife time. Then I immediately went to bed. Lets face it, sex when 10 months pregnant is exhausting. I woke up at 2:30 AM with the strongest urge to pee and when I stood up....GUSH.... my immediate reaction was "Oh shit, I peed myself" I was so pissed I had gone 10 months without peeing myself, not even a trickle, and I was proud of this. Then I realized I still had to pee so that couldn't have been pee all over my bedroom floor. I went to the bathroom and just started cracking up laughing because I realized I had to wake Ian up and tell him he was right about the sex situation. I woke him up and he was ready to go. He jumped up and starting packing bags. I was packing my hospital bag and realized he was packing his PlayStation... typical Ian :-) We loaded up the car and headed to the hospital. Looking back I should have realized something wasn't right because I was contracting or anything, but I was determined my water had broken. Once there they strap you up to all these monitors which I always loved because I could here my little guys heart beat. Then they do the exam...OUCH. If you are not dilated yet this examine is a bitch. And they did it like 100 times. Ok, it was probably only twice but I was miserable and tired and quite frankly being a big baby. They then check to make sure your water actually broke. Its just a piece of paper! They wipe your junk with a strip of paper and wait for the results. And then it happened.... the nurse came in and told me my water was indeed NOT broken. UGH. I had however lost my mucus plug and was now 1cm dilated and 50% effaced (http://americanpregnancy.org/labornbirth/effacement.html) So I went home at 7 AM, with no baby and a sleep deprived grumpy husband. The next day I starting the walking... went to the mall with some girl friends and walked and walked and walked and ate lunch and walked some more. Then I couldn't walk any more. I got to the point where I made my friend go get the car and meet me. Once I got home Ian and I decided to relax for the night and we picked out a tv show on Netflix to watch and he went out and got us some ice cream. Around 7:30 PM I got up to put my ice cream away and literally couldn't move a muscle. I burst into tears and fell onto the couch. I cant even begin to explain the feeling I had. It is one of those things that you can only truly understand once its happened to you, and after talking to many of my friends with kids most of them did not have the same experience. Every woman is different but you know your own body and when its time you will know. All of my friends agree it goes from painful to a whole different type of pain and you just know.
I called my doctor and she told me not to come in. She said to stay at home for an hour and then come if it still felt like that. I didn't listen. I was in so much pain Ian literally had to carry me to the car. I couldn't breathe I was crying so hard. I wasn't 100% convinced I was in labor but I knew something wasn't normal. When we got to the hospital I was 3 cm dilated and 75% effaced. PROGRESS! However they told me they wouldn't give me a room until I was 4 cm. ARE YOU KIDDING ME?! I was not a happy camper, I cried to the DR begged her not to send me home. So she agreed I could walk the halls of the hospital for an hour and she would check me again. This, did not make me happy because as previously stated walking hurts...BAD. But, I sucked it up and walked the halls. It worked. I was at 4 cm and getting my own room. Then I got drugs... not my epidural. This part is blurry because I was in so much pain. But I think the anesthesiologist was busy and so they gave me Stadol and I went from crying in pain to giggling like a school girl in 2.5 seconds. Ian thought this was hilarious!! I could still feel contractions I just didn't care anymore. When the anesthesiologist did finally come in I had taken a little nap so I didn't have time to get nervous about the epidural. So it was in and I couldn't feel anything at all anymore. Heaven. It was very weird though because I had to ask nurses or my mom to turn me over every now and then because epidurals work with gravity so you do start to feel things and you have to flip to get it all working again. At one point my epidural machine broke. And I was getting no meds. The contractions were so intense at this point it hit me like a ton of bricks and I had a panic attack. By this point it was about 7 am and baby was coming soon. So the pain was so intense. They got it fixed and all was good again. At some point they broke my water, gave me some pitocin around 9 cm, and people were coming in and out. I dont know when all that happened. Actually I think they broke my water the night before but like I said details are blurry. I think I slept a little on and off after this epidural situation because the next thing I remember it was 9:30 AM and I had told a nurse that I had to poop and all hell broke lose. I was convinced I just had to go to the bathroom. I was trying so hard to get the nurse to just bring me to the bathroom and everyone was laughing at me because this was clearly the sign for push time. So nurse grabbed the Dr and sure enough it was push time. Did you know Dr's have no part in this part?? Me either. He was there to give the nurse the ok to let me push and then I pushed with her for a bit, which by the way comes very naturally. Its painful but I just knew I had a job to do and I did it and according to the nurses I am an amazing pusher. Go me! Then the whole bed came apart and she called the Dr back in and he was there for the last few pushes and to catch the baby. They handed me my baby and I knew some thing wasn't right. He was purple and not crying. The nurses took him and after a few minutes I heard the most beautiful sound in the world. Lucas screamed bloody murder. They gave him right to me and he just looked at me and I felt amazing. I chose to do skin to skin so they put him naked under my gown on my chest and this is by far the best thing I had ever experienced. I was so lost in him that I didn't even notice the Dr still working on stuff "down there". Thank God for that.
My labor is my own experience and every woman is different but I happen to think I got very lucky. Apart from the mini panic attack I had before pushing and the normal pain from contractions I really do believe I had a good smooth labor and I pat myself on the back for how I did. I am a champ and now I'm a mom and it really is all worth it and you do forget it all when your baby is in your arms. I was not ready to get pregnant again immediately nor am I ready for another now. But I do believe I'll do it all again someday. For now though I am loving giving all of my attention to my little man. He is my whole world now and the love I have for him is insane. Its amazing how much love you can have for someone you barely know.
There is more to tell about once baby was here. But I will get to that on a later post.
I love you Lucas Jameson Greene. You are my rockstar man and I cant wait to get to know you and watch you become who you will be!
Ok, enough of that. Lets get to the nitty gritty of this post. Its why I'm here right?
For starters I was past due. I had my induction scheduled for the 30th so baby would have been born on Sept 1st most likely and I was determined to have this baby in August so that was not going to work for me. So I did everything in my power to beat my induction date. I took all the advice and wives tales to heart and so I started eating all the Mexican food in sight, I had sex, I drank more water then physically possible, and I walked...and walked...and walked....and walked... It was soooo very painful too! Honestly, if I could pick one thing that was the worst part of being pregnant it would be walking from month 9 on. Every step got more and more painful. It is just plain awful.
Before actually going into labor I had been to the hospital like 3-4 times (dont worry I wont tell you about all of them. Most were very boring) and kept getting sent home. I had absolutely no progress but so much pain. It was so frustrating and I felt like I was doing something wrong because my body just wasn't doing what it was supposed to. However, I would not say I regret going to the hospital any time I went. It is a much better feeling to know you're ok then to sit at home scared that you're in labor and not knowing whats going on. The doctors were so nice every time I went in and they never made me feel stupid for going in with out need. However, every time we left with no baby it almost felt like doing the walk of shame. Especially the first time we went in the night I thought my water had broken (I will get to that in a minute) and we had over night bags and pillows and our hands full of all the essentials and then got sent home a few hours later with all of our stuff... embarrassing. Haha. But we learned to never bring "stuff" with us. We realized to leave it in the car and once admitted Ian went out to the car and got it all and from then on it was golden.
So, my water broke. Oops just kidding.
That was a rough rough night! So very disappointing. But a great story. Ian had sent me a text (that I will not recite verbatim due to graphic detail) saying a co worker told him she went into labor after some very (graphic detail inserted here) sex. At this point in my uncomfortable and just plain miserable state of being I was up for anything to get this baby out so I gave the green light for some intimate husband and wife time. Then I immediately went to bed. Lets face it, sex when 10 months pregnant is exhausting. I woke up at 2:30 AM with the strongest urge to pee and when I stood up....GUSH.... my immediate reaction was "Oh shit, I peed myself" I was so pissed I had gone 10 months without peeing myself, not even a trickle, and I was proud of this. Then I realized I still had to pee so that couldn't have been pee all over my bedroom floor. I went to the bathroom and just started cracking up laughing because I realized I had to wake Ian up and tell him he was right about the sex situation. I woke him up and he was ready to go. He jumped up and starting packing bags. I was packing my hospital bag and realized he was packing his PlayStation... typical Ian :-) We loaded up the car and headed to the hospital. Looking back I should have realized something wasn't right because I was contracting or anything, but I was determined my water had broken. Once there they strap you up to all these monitors which I always loved because I could here my little guys heart beat. Then they do the exam...OUCH. If you are not dilated yet this examine is a bitch. And they did it like 100 times. Ok, it was probably only twice but I was miserable and tired and quite frankly being a big baby. They then check to make sure your water actually broke. Its just a piece of paper! They wipe your junk with a strip of paper and wait for the results. And then it happened.... the nurse came in and told me my water was indeed NOT broken. UGH. I had however lost my mucus plug and was now 1cm dilated and 50% effaced (http://americanpregnancy.org/labornbirth/effacement.html) So I went home at 7 AM, with no baby and a sleep deprived grumpy husband. The next day I starting the walking... went to the mall with some girl friends and walked and walked and walked and ate lunch and walked some more. Then I couldn't walk any more. I got to the point where I made my friend go get the car and meet me. Once I got home Ian and I decided to relax for the night and we picked out a tv show on Netflix to watch and he went out and got us some ice cream. Around 7:30 PM I got up to put my ice cream away and literally couldn't move a muscle. I burst into tears and fell onto the couch. I cant even begin to explain the feeling I had. It is one of those things that you can only truly understand once its happened to you, and after talking to many of my friends with kids most of them did not have the same experience. Every woman is different but you know your own body and when its time you will know. All of my friends agree it goes from painful to a whole different type of pain and you just know.
I called my doctor and she told me not to come in. She said to stay at home for an hour and then come if it still felt like that. I didn't listen. I was in so much pain Ian literally had to carry me to the car. I couldn't breathe I was crying so hard. I wasn't 100% convinced I was in labor but I knew something wasn't normal. When we got to the hospital I was 3 cm dilated and 75% effaced. PROGRESS! However they told me they wouldn't give me a room until I was 4 cm. ARE YOU KIDDING ME?! I was not a happy camper, I cried to the DR begged her not to send me home. So she agreed I could walk the halls of the hospital for an hour and she would check me again. This, did not make me happy because as previously stated walking hurts...BAD. But, I sucked it up and walked the halls. It worked. I was at 4 cm and getting my own room. Then I got drugs... not my epidural. This part is blurry because I was in so much pain. But I think the anesthesiologist was busy and so they gave me Stadol and I went from crying in pain to giggling like a school girl in 2.5 seconds. Ian thought this was hilarious!! I could still feel contractions I just didn't care anymore. When the anesthesiologist did finally come in I had taken a little nap so I didn't have time to get nervous about the epidural. So it was in and I couldn't feel anything at all anymore. Heaven. It was very weird though because I had to ask nurses or my mom to turn me over every now and then because epidurals work with gravity so you do start to feel things and you have to flip to get it all working again. At one point my epidural machine broke. And I was getting no meds. The contractions were so intense at this point it hit me like a ton of bricks and I had a panic attack. By this point it was about 7 am and baby was coming soon. So the pain was so intense. They got it fixed and all was good again. At some point they broke my water, gave me some pitocin around 9 cm, and people were coming in and out. I dont know when all that happened. Actually I think they broke my water the night before but like I said details are blurry. I think I slept a little on and off after this epidural situation because the next thing I remember it was 9:30 AM and I had told a nurse that I had to poop and all hell broke lose. I was convinced I just had to go to the bathroom. I was trying so hard to get the nurse to just bring me to the bathroom and everyone was laughing at me because this was clearly the sign for push time. So nurse grabbed the Dr and sure enough it was push time. Did you know Dr's have no part in this part?? Me either. He was there to give the nurse the ok to let me push and then I pushed with her for a bit, which by the way comes very naturally. Its painful but I just knew I had a job to do and I did it and according to the nurses I am an amazing pusher. Go me! Then the whole bed came apart and she called the Dr back in and he was there for the last few pushes and to catch the baby. They handed me my baby and I knew some thing wasn't right. He was purple and not crying. The nurses took him and after a few minutes I heard the most beautiful sound in the world. Lucas screamed bloody murder. They gave him right to me and he just looked at me and I felt amazing. I chose to do skin to skin so they put him naked under my gown on my chest and this is by far the best thing I had ever experienced. I was so lost in him that I didn't even notice the Dr still working on stuff "down there". Thank God for that.
My labor is my own experience and every woman is different but I happen to think I got very lucky. Apart from the mini panic attack I had before pushing and the normal pain from contractions I really do believe I had a good smooth labor and I pat myself on the back for how I did. I am a champ and now I'm a mom and it really is all worth it and you do forget it all when your baby is in your arms. I was not ready to get pregnant again immediately nor am I ready for another now. But I do believe I'll do it all again someday. For now though I am loving giving all of my attention to my little man. He is my whole world now and the love I have for him is insane. Its amazing how much love you can have for someone you barely know.
There is more to tell about once baby was here. But I will get to that on a later post.
I love you Lucas Jameson Greene. You are my rockstar man and I cant wait to get to know you and watch you become who you will be!
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