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Saturday, November 21, 2009
Birth Story, Part 2
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Once we got to the hospital they check the fluid that was leaking and it is amniotic fluid. Which meant they were going to induce me. I wasn't thrilled with this idea yet I longed to the sweet baby growing inside me. So, I made myself be okay with it. What else could I do? I just had to deal with the fact that I was going to be induced.
To induce me they were going to start by giving me a pill that ripens the cervix (can't remember the name of it) Normally they insert a gel right into the cervix but because my membranes had a tear using the gel would increase the risk of infection for me. They started of by giving me 50mg (half of a pill) and told me they'd wait 4 hours and see where things were. If not much was happening then they'd give me 100mg (a whole pill!) wait another 4 hours and repeat this wait 4 hours take a pill up to 3 or 4 times depending on what my body was doing.
I wanted to cry. I didn't want to take 4 of these pills waiting 4 hours in between each pill. I thought I'd go crazy. I wasn't ready for this. I didn't have my hospital bag. I hadn't had a chance to tell Jericho what was going on. I thought they'd be sending me home after checking me tell me I was crazy and that I wasn't leaking. This wasn't how I pictured things going. I wasn't prepared at all. I needed some peace and so I prayed.
Lord, I trust you whatever happens. This isn't how I wanted things to go but you knew I was going to have to be induced. You knew how everything was going to happen. Give me peace Father. Be with Jericho, prepare her little heart to be a big sister and give her peace too. May she enjoy her time with the people caring for her. Give Seth and I strength for the night (and possibly morning, but I really hope not) ahead. Keep your hand of protection on myself and this baby as we enter into this wonderful adventure of childbirth. May everything go smoothly. Give wisdom to any doctor and nurse that enters this room. Thank you for your hand of protection Father. Thank you for your peace. Oh and I do ask that this labor goes quickly and that I don't have to take anymore of those pills. Amen!
The more I prayed the more I felt his presence. For the first time that day a peace rushed over me. Peace that only God can give. I knew everything was going to be fine. I didn't know what was going to happen or how long things were going to take but I knew God was in control and I could trust him. With a renewed spirit I settled in and prepared for what was ahead.
After giving me the first pill they told me I needed to be on the monitor for at least the first 2 hours to make sure the baby was doing good and to see if I was having any contractions and how hard my contractions were. After 4 hours I was having some contractions but they weren't hard at all they felt like braxton hicks and they weren't regular. It was now 8pm and they were getting ready to give me another pill when I
beggedasked if I could go for a walk (I was going stir crazy after being hooked up to monitors for 4 hours straight!) They gave me 10 minutes. I was hoping for a little long but at that point I was happy with anything.
Just as I got outside my room to start my 10 min walk I had a contraction that was hard enough that I gave Seth a look that said, "huh that was interesting, maybe these are starting to do something" I shrugged it off and neither one of us said anything about it as we started our walk. I was in the middle of telling Seth that I was a little bummed because I was really hoping I wouldn't have to take another pill when another contraction came. Then another. Then Seth started timing them. Every 2 minutes. Wow maybe something really was happening! I could still talk through the contractions by the end of the walk but they were much more than braxton hicks. Maybe this baby would come before morning!
We got back to the room and told the nurse. She told the doctor and they decided to hold of on the 2nd pill. They wanted to hook me back up to the monitor but only for 10 minutes this time. If my contraction stayed every 2 min and continued to get harder they'd let me continue walking. True to their word 10 min later, after seeing they were 2 min apart and getting harder, they let me continue walking. For an hour and a half or so Seth and I walked and talked. It wasn't long before I'd need to breath through contractions as we walked and once the contraction was over our conversation would pick up right where it was before the contraction. Soon after that I'd have to stop walking as I had a contraction. Before I knew it our conversation had ceased and we were both concentrating on the task at hand.
Around 9:30pm we headed back to the room where I tried to get comfortable with each contraction. At 10pm the doctor came in and decided to check me (they hadn't done this yet because of the tear in the sac but they felt labor was progressing and wanted to see how well I was doing. I was 5-6cm dilated. Even though I had a tear in my membranes my water had not completely ruptures so the doctor did that which made my contractions come even harder. He left saying he'd come check on me in a few hours. I almost told him that I'd see him sooner than that knowing how fast things went the previous 2 times after my water broke but I didn't (I'm not the joking type when I'm in labor.) Because they broke my water I had to be hooked up to the monitor for 20 min. This is like torture for me I hate laying in bed hooked up to things, especially when I'm in labor.
Praise the Lord it didn't last long. At the end of my 20 min of being on the monitor, around 10:35pm the doctor that check to see if I had a tear when I first came to the hospital (not the doctor from my dr. office) stopped by to see how I was doing. She was asking me question between contraction and checking things. While she was in the room I got the urge to push.
Now lets take a break from the story for a minute and talk about this urge to push. I know most women get epidurals now a days or use some sort of pain medication and that's cool. I'm told when you use pain medication the doctor usually tells you when your ready push. I have heard of some women who do indeed feel a little pressure when using pain medication but if they are told not to push then they don't push, no big deal. I've also talk to another group of women who choose not to use pain medication that have told me they feel every contraction but NEVER get the urge to push during labor. I am in neither one of categories. I know there has to be others in the same category as me, I just haven't met many of them. I choose not to use pain medication but I DEFINITELY get the urge to PUSH! For me, I go from hard contraction, hard contraction, to I HAVE TO PUSH NOW in a matter of seconds. When my body is ready to push there is NO stopping it. I've tried to stop I really have, with every baby I tried not to push it just doesn't work for me. I am now 3 for 3 of having needing to push during labor and doctors not being ready. I thought since I had to be induced it might be different this time but it wasn't.....back to the story
So I have the urge to push and nothing is ready. It's about 10:40pm and they are whipping out equipment from who knows where trying to get ready. My sweet little Chinese nurse had no clue what was going on. The dr that came to check on me was telling her to go get my doctor but she didn't understand that she meant NOW! All while that same doctor is telling me NOT to PUSH and I'm looking at her, shaking my head saying, "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry!" because I can't stop pushing, my body simply would not let me. At some point she looked at me defeated and said "Go ahead push." By then I think she figured it was no use telling me not to push even though she really didn't want me to push yet. I'm pretty sure the doctor from my practice did make it in time to deliver Haven but barely. It was pretty crazy but after only minutes (or less) of pushing at 10:42pm we welcomed our precious Haven Hope into this world and that is all that mattered. She was here safe and sound in my arms.
God is so good! He gave us peace through the whole thing. I only had to take 1/2 of one pill. Once labor started everything went very quick and fairly smooth. God answered our prayers and kept everyone safe, we are so thankful!
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Once we got to the hospital they check the fluid that was leaking and it is amniotic fluid. Which meant they were going to induce me. I wasn't thrilled with this idea yet I longed to the sweet baby growing inside me. So, I made myself be okay with it. What else could I do? I just had to deal with the fact that I was going to be induced.
To induce me they were going to start by giving me a pill that ripens the cervix (can't remember the name of it) Normally they insert a gel right into the cervix but because my membranes had a tear using the gel would increase the risk of infection for me. They started of by giving me 50mg (half of a pill) and told me they'd wait 4 hours and see where things were. If not much was happening then they'd give me 100mg (a whole pill!) wait another 4 hours and repeat this wait 4 hours take a pill up to 3 or 4 times depending on what my body was doing.
I wanted to cry. I didn't want to take 4 of these pills waiting 4 hours in between each pill. I thought I'd go crazy. I wasn't ready for this. I didn't have my hospital bag. I hadn't had a chance to tell Jericho what was going on. I thought they'd be sending me home after checking me tell me I was crazy and that I wasn't leaking. This wasn't how I pictured things going. I wasn't prepared at all. I needed some peace and so I prayed.
Lord, I trust you whatever happens. This isn't how I wanted things to go but you knew I was going to have to be induced. You knew how everything was going to happen. Give me peace Father. Be with Jericho, prepare her little heart to be a big sister and give her peace too. May she enjoy her time with the people caring for her. Give Seth and I strength for the night (and possibly morning, but I really hope not) ahead. Keep your hand of protection on myself and this baby as we enter into this wonderful adventure of childbirth. May everything go smoothly. Give wisdom to any doctor and nurse that enters this room. Thank you for your hand of protection Father. Thank you for your peace. Oh and I do ask that this labor goes quickly and that I don't have to take anymore of those pills. Amen!
The more I prayed the more I felt his presence. For the first time that day a peace rushed over me. Peace that only God can give. I knew everything was going to be fine. I didn't know what was going to happen or how long things were going to take but I knew God was in control and I could trust him. With a renewed spirit I settled in and prepared for what was ahead.
After giving me the first pill they told me I needed to be on the monitor for at least the first 2 hours to make sure the baby was doing good and to see if I was having any contractions and how hard my contractions were. After 4 hours I was having some contractions but they weren't hard at all they felt like braxton hicks and they weren't regular. It was now 8pm and they were getting ready to give me another pill when I
Just as I got outside my room to start my 10 min walk I had a contraction that was hard enough that I gave Seth a look that said, "huh that was interesting, maybe these are starting to do something" I shrugged it off and neither one of us said anything about it as we started our walk. I was in the middle of telling Seth that I was a little bummed because I was really hoping I wouldn't have to take another pill when another contraction came. Then another. Then Seth started timing them. Every 2 minutes. Wow maybe something really was happening! I could still talk through the contractions by the end of the walk but they were much more than braxton hicks. Maybe this baby would come before morning!
We got back to the room and told the nurse. She told the doctor and they decided to hold of on the 2nd pill. They wanted to hook me back up to the monitor but only for 10 minutes this time. If my contraction stayed every 2 min and continued to get harder they'd let me continue walking. True to their word 10 min later, after seeing they were 2 min apart and getting harder, they let me continue walking. For an hour and a half or so Seth and I walked and talked. It wasn't long before I'd need to breath through contractions as we walked and once the contraction was over our conversation would pick up right where it was before the contraction. Soon after that I'd have to stop walking as I had a contraction. Before I knew it our conversation had ceased and we were both concentrating on the task at hand.
Around 9:30pm we headed back to the room where I tried to get comfortable with each contraction. At 10pm the doctor came in and decided to check me (they hadn't done this yet because of the tear in the sac but they felt labor was progressing and wanted to see how well I was doing. I was 5-6cm dilated. Even though I had a tear in my membranes my water had not completely ruptures so the doctor did that which made my contractions come even harder. He left saying he'd come check on me in a few hours. I almost told him that I'd see him sooner than that knowing how fast things went the previous 2 times after my water broke but I didn't (I'm not the joking type when I'm in labor.) Because they broke my water I had to be hooked up to the monitor for 20 min. This is like torture for me I hate laying in bed hooked up to things, especially when I'm in labor.
Praise the Lord it didn't last long. At the end of my 20 min of being on the monitor, around 10:35pm the doctor that check to see if I had a tear when I first came to the hospital (not the doctor from my dr. office) stopped by to see how I was doing. She was asking me question between contraction and checking things. While she was in the room I got the urge to push.
Now lets take a break from the story for a minute and talk about this urge to push. I know most women get epidurals now a days or use some sort of pain medication and that's cool. I'm told when you use pain medication the doctor usually tells you when your ready push. I have heard of some women who do indeed feel a little pressure when using pain medication but if they are told not to push then they don't push, no big deal. I've also talk to another group of women who choose not to use pain medication that have told me they feel every contraction but NEVER get the urge to push during labor. I am in neither one of categories. I know there has to be others in the same category as me, I just haven't met many of them. I choose not to use pain medication but I DEFINITELY get the urge to PUSH! For me, I go from hard contraction, hard contraction, to I HAVE TO PUSH NOW in a matter of seconds. When my body is ready to push there is NO stopping it. I've tried to stop I really have, with every baby I tried not to push it just doesn't work for me. I am now 3 for 3 of having needing to push during labor and doctors not being ready. I thought since I had to be induced it might be different this time but it wasn't.....back to the story
So I have the urge to push and nothing is ready. It's about 10:40pm and they are whipping out equipment from who knows where trying to get ready. My sweet little Chinese nurse had no clue what was going on. The dr that came to check on me was telling her to go get my doctor but she didn't understand that she meant NOW! All while that same doctor is telling me NOT to PUSH and I'm looking at her, shaking my head saying, "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry!" because I can't stop pushing, my body simply would not let me. At some point she looked at me defeated and said "Go ahead push." By then I think she figured it was no use telling me not to push even though she really didn't want me to push yet. I'm pretty sure the doctor from my practice did make it in time to deliver Haven but barely. It was pretty crazy but after only minutes (or less) of pushing at 10:42pm we welcomed our precious Haven Hope into this world and that is all that mattered. She was here safe and sound in my arms.
God is so good! He gave us peace through the whole thing. I only had to take 1/2 of one pill. Once labor started everything went very quick and fairly smooth. God answered our prayers and kept everyone safe, we are so thankful!
Saturday, November 14, 2009
Birth Story, part 1
First off let me start off by saying I can't believe that Haven is a whole week old already! In honor of her 1 week birthday. I thought I'd tell you her birth story.
On Friday Nov. 6th, the day before Haven was born, Seth and I took Jericho to Lollypop Farm to walk around and look at all the animals, the we decided to check out Portside Pizza that is run by a buddy of ours from church (great pizza go grab yourself a slice!) We had wonderful morning just the 3 of us. When we got home we put Jericho down for a nap and then I grabbed a book to relax. When I sat down it seemed like I was leaking a little bit. I really couldn't tell if my membranes had rupture so I decided to wait and see if anything was going to happen. My membranes rupured on their own, with a big gush so there was no deniying what had happened, when I was pregnant for Jericho and almost imidiatly after it happened contractions came hard and fast. This time around there was no big gush but enough leaking here and there it made me wonder.....
On Friday night we went to Gracie's CD release party because all Jericho ever wants to do is "yissen Gaycee cd!"(listen to Gracie CD) She loved that she was going to get to see Grace actually sing into a microphone! The rest of the night I didn't notice any more leaking and didn't think much of it until....
Saturday Seth had to work and we were in desperate need of some groceries so I took Jericho up the city to do some shopping. My hip was killing me and I could tell I was out of aliment so I decided to call my chiropractor and see if I could get in to get an adjustment before we started our grocery shopping. As I was getting off the table I felt a decent bit of leakage and was fairly certain my membranes had ruptured. I knew I needed to call the doctor and go get checked for sure but I really didn't want to be induced. I also didn't want to be told it was nothing and look like an idiot. I felt like I was in a lose lose situation. I started praying and called Seth. I knew he would make me call the doc, although part of me hoped I could talk him out of it, but by calling him before the doc I got to delay the inevitable just a little longer.
Sure enough Seth wanted me to call the doctor and the doctor wanted me to come in and get checked and because it had been over 24 hours he wanted me up there soon....
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To be continued...
On Friday Nov. 6th, the day before Haven was born, Seth and I took Jericho to Lollypop Farm to walk around and look at all the animals, the we decided to check out Portside Pizza that is run by a buddy of ours from church (great pizza go grab yourself a slice!) We had wonderful morning just the 3 of us. When we got home we put Jericho down for a nap and then I grabbed a book to relax. When I sat down it seemed like I was leaking a little bit. I really couldn't tell if my membranes had rupture so I decided to wait and see if anything was going to happen. My membranes rupured on their own, with a big gush so there was no deniying what had happened, when I was pregnant for Jericho and almost imidiatly after it happened contractions came hard and fast. This time around there was no big gush but enough leaking here and there it made me wonder.....
On Friday night we went to Gracie's CD release party because all Jericho ever wants to do is "yissen Gaycee cd!"(listen to Gracie CD) She loved that she was going to get to see Grace actually sing into a microphone! The rest of the night I didn't notice any more leaking and didn't think much of it until....
Saturday Seth had to work and we were in desperate need of some groceries so I took Jericho up the city to do some shopping. My hip was killing me and I could tell I was out of aliment so I decided to call my chiropractor and see if I could get in to get an adjustment before we started our grocery shopping. As I was getting off the table I felt a decent bit of leakage and was fairly certain my membranes had ruptured. I knew I needed to call the doctor and go get checked for sure but I really didn't want to be induced. I also didn't want to be told it was nothing and look like an idiot. I felt like I was in a lose lose situation. I started praying and called Seth. I knew he would make me call the doc, although part of me hoped I could talk him out of it, but by calling him before the doc I got to delay the inevitable just a little longer.
Sure enough Seth wanted me to call the doctor and the doctor wanted me to come in and get checked and because it had been over 24 hours he wanted me up there soon....
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To be continued...
Wednesday, November 11, 2009
Introducing
HAVEN HOPE
born on SaturdayNovember 7, 2009 at10:42pm
weighing 7lbs 1 oz
20 inches long
weighing 7lbs 1 oz
20 inches long
We are both home and doing well. Birth story will follow in the days to come. When I find time to get to a computer.........I really hate not having internet!
Wednesday, November 4, 2009
It's Yellow, Yellow, just say Yellow
They do say you reap what you sew.
Jericho is as stubborn as they come, I'm still trying to figure out why that shocks me, but it for some reason, it does. I guess I was hoping she'd get her father's genes when it came to the stubbornness category.
I've already started praying for this next baby.
We've been working on our colors lately. Jericho picked them up quick, all of them, but for some reason she pretends not to know the color yellow.
The other day we were reading a book all about colors. As I'm reading I have her tell me what each color is, without hesitating she tells me all of them..... all of them except yellow. Our conversation went something like this:
me: Jericho what color is this?
Jericho: wed (red)
me: No it's not red Jericho what color is it?
Not even looking at the page she says: bwew (blue)
me: No Jericho mommy wants you to look at the picture and tell me what color it is.
Jericho (she takes a quickly peeking at the page) then repeats: wed (red)
me (now starting to get just a little frustrated because I know she knows what color it is): No Jericho please tell mommy what color is on this page.
Jericho: tun page (turn page)
me: I know you know what color this is and we are going to stay on this page till you tell me what color it is.
Jericho: bwew (blue).
me: No it's not blue. Please look at the page and tell mommy what color it is.
Jericho: wed (red)
me(starting to now find it a little humorous remembering the stories my mom told me about me learning my alphabet and deciding that if Jericho wants to spend time pretending to no know the color yellow I will spend time teaching her the color yellow): No Jericho it's not red. Please go get mommy a yellow block from the bottom drawer.
Without missing a beat Jericho goes and get a yellow block for me.
me: Yes this is a yellow block now if this is yellow and it's just like the color in the book what color is in the book.
Jericho: wed (red).
me: No Jericho it's not red. Please go get mommy a yellow plate from your tea party set.
Without missing a beat she gets a yellow plate from her tea party set.
me: Good job Jericho! That is a yellow plate and this is a yellow block so what color is this?
Jericho: bwew.
me: No Jericho. It's NOT blue. Please go get mommy a yellow ball.
This went on and on. Without missing a beat she brought me a yellow block, plate, ball, teddy bear and ring before she finally told me, with a wicked little grin on her face, that the color in the book was indeed wello (yellow.) But THEN while we were putting all our yellow toys away she would not tell me that the ring was yellow, it was wed (red), so we sat there another 10 min till she got bored of her little "I don't know what color yellow is game" and finally told me that the ring was wello (yellow.) Can you believe she did the same thing to Seth when he got home. I couldn't believe it!
Oh child of mine, child of mine, what shall I do with you? Love you, love you, this is is true but out stubborn you I shall do too!
Jericho is as stubborn as they come, I'm still trying to figure out why that shocks me, but it for some reason, it does. I guess I was hoping she'd get her father's genes when it came to the stubbornness category.
I've already started praying for this next baby.
We've been working on our colors lately. Jericho picked them up quick, all of them, but for some reason she pretends not to know the color yellow.
The other day we were reading a book all about colors. As I'm reading I have her tell me what each color is, without hesitating she tells me all of them..... all of them except yellow. Our conversation went something like this:
me: Jericho what color is this?
Jericho: wed (red)
me: No it's not red Jericho what color is it?
Not even looking at the page she says: bwew (blue)
me: No Jericho mommy wants you to look at the picture and tell me what color it is.
Jericho (she takes a quickly peeking at the page) then repeats: wed (red)
me (now starting to get just a little frustrated because I know she knows what color it is): No Jericho please tell mommy what color is on this page.
Jericho: tun page (turn page)
me: I know you know what color this is and we are going to stay on this page till you tell me what color it is.
Jericho: bwew (blue).
me: No it's not blue. Please look at the page and tell mommy what color it is.
Jericho: wed (red)
me(starting to now find it a little humorous remembering the stories my mom told me about me learning my alphabet and deciding that if Jericho wants to spend time pretending to no know the color yellow I will spend time teaching her the color yellow): No Jericho it's not red. Please go get mommy a yellow block from the bottom drawer.
Without missing a beat Jericho goes and get a yellow block for me.
me: Yes this is a yellow block now if this is yellow and it's just like the color in the book what color is in the book.
Jericho: wed (red).
me: No Jericho it's not red. Please go get mommy a yellow plate from your tea party set.
Without missing a beat she gets a yellow plate from her tea party set.
me: Good job Jericho! That is a yellow plate and this is a yellow block so what color is this?
Jericho: bwew.
me: No Jericho. It's NOT blue. Please go get mommy a yellow ball.
This went on and on. Without missing a beat she brought me a yellow block, plate, ball, teddy bear and ring before she finally told me, with a wicked little grin on her face, that the color in the book was indeed wello (yellow.) But THEN while we were putting all our yellow toys away she would not tell me that the ring was yellow, it was wed (red), so we sat there another 10 min till she got bored of her little "I don't know what color yellow is game" and finally told me that the ring was wello (yellow.) Can you believe she did the same thing to Seth when he got home. I couldn't believe it!
Oh child of mine, child of mine, what shall I do with you? Love you, love you, this is is true but out stubborn you I shall do too!
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