Has it really only been four days? In some ways, it feels like she has been part of our lives forever. It definitely feels like she is right where she belongs!
So going back to the night / day she was born.... (sorry if I get wordy here -I want to remember it all and it's my blog, so there! You can skip ahead to pictures if you want, I won't mind)
As I already posted, I went to my doctor on Monday for my 39 week check up. I had been up for hours the night before, just feeling not quite right, and I was just sure she would say that it was the beginning on labor. But she didn't, and we agreed to induce the following week if nothing happened. So I went to work, came home and made dinner, and went to bed - all the while still feeling just not quite right.
About 9:00 I started cramping even more and feeling like I needed to pee non stop (sorry if that's TMI - I just sat here trying to think of a better way to say that and then I realized I am about to talk about cervical dilation and pushing - so "pee" will be ok!). So anyway...about 10:30 I went out and told Mikey that I thought this might be something and we should start monitoring contractions. So we busted out the iphone app and started tracking, as I walked in circles around the house.
About 11:30 we decided that, with a 45 minute drive to the hospital, we would rather go ahead in and be told to go home, rather than stay here and not make it in time. So off we went, with Mikey trying so hard to be helpful and ask me what I needed and how he could help, and with me biting his head off and just wanting silence. (Sorry Babe!)
Got there, got admitted, got my arms mangled by a nurse trying to find a vein, got to listen to everyone comment on "Wow, those contractions are really coming one right after the other, aren't they?" while I tried not to punch someone in the throat. Seriously, I could barely catch my breath between each one before another one came. I got my epidural when I was around 5 cm dilated and I have no idea how anyone does that naturally.
After the epidural I was feeling fine and I was dilating so quickly that the nurse was commenting that I might be able to eat breakfast, meaning that the baby would be here by then. Meanwhile, Katie was driving at warp speed from Atlanta. The new nurse came on at 7am and burst our bubble a tad, by saying that the first nurse was maybe a little too generous with her dilation estimates. Oh well. By this time, my parents, sister and cousins Leslie and Erin had arrived and we visited a while and then sent them to the waiting room while we tried to sleep a little. My arch-nemesis, the blood pressure cuff, prevented that by inflating every time I would start to doze off. Jerk.
About 9:30 am, the nurse came to check me and said we would start pushing. She warned that it could take a couple of hours and I thought "yeah right". Stupid girl. So I pushed and then I pushed and then I pushed some more and nothing was happening. The nurse said the baby was not moving under the pubic bone. She called for the doctor and when Dr. Dunn came in she had me push a few times for her, then said we would push for another 20 minutes and if nothing happened she would have to use the vacuum.
Forty Five minutes later she came back (gotta love Dr. time) and it was time to get serious. She tried one vacuum and it came off the head, so she tried another one. Then she tried the forceps. Then she started asking which operating rooms were available for a c-section. That was when I lost it. I was SO tired, and so frustrated with myself for not feeling like I was pushing "enough" and I really didn't want a c-section because I wanted to hold the baby skin to skin right away. And I also didn't want one just for the reason that I couldn't do what I was supposed to do and push her out. If there had been a medical reason for it, I would have been disappointed but ok with it.
It's funny how the feelings from infertility never really leave you. As irrational as it may sound to someone who hasn't been there, I spent so much of the past 2.5 years being disappointed in myself and my body for not being able to do what it is "supposed to" do. And that all just came rushing back to me - we had made it so far and yet here I was, failing again. (and exhausted and full of drugs and hormones!) My doctor was awesome though. I truly believe she kept trying to get the baby out because she saw how upset I was and how hard I was trying. For as much as I am glad I couldn't see what was going on down there, I have this mental image of Dr. Dunn with one foot on the end of the bed, bracing herself and yanking the baby out!All of a sudden, I could finally feel something happening. Mikey was hanging over the side of the bed right by my head, with tears in his eyes and he said "This is it" and then one more push and there she was!
Actually, the nurse and my doctor forgot that we didn't know what we were having, so they didn't announce it. So Mikey and I were craning our heads all around trying to see "the parts". I really can't believe I have a little girl! It is what I have always wanted, and I would have loved a little boy just as much, but I can't lie - I am ecstatic to have a daughter.
And now what you have been waiting for, a few pictures!
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Action shot!
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Vacuum + forceps = cone head!
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Our first (blurry) photo
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This got really long, so I will write more tomorrow and share more photos of her first few days at home.