I wanted to share some of our birth story and experience of parenthood thus far...
My due date was Monday, September 23rd. It came and went with out any progress. I had an appointment that morning with my doctor and we set an induction date for Sunday night, September 29th. The entire week I felt so uneasy about it. I called friends and talked to family to get their opinions and ask for advice on being induced. I have always viewed induction as a medical intervention for health reasons and what not. I had had a seamless pregnancy, no problems, not even bad morning sickness. There was no reason, in my head, for an induction. Other than me being selfish and wanting to be done with the whole pregnant thing. So, after tears, worry, prayer and what have you, I called the doctor and hospital and pushed the induction back to Thursday, Oct. 3rd. I just wanted to give the little guy more time if he needed it and I thought if he hadn't come by then, it would turn into a medical intervention for my own sanity. After the date was switched I felt so much better. We went to Danny's parent's house for the BYU football game Friday night and got home around 10:30 pm. We just got ready for bed and fell asleep around 11:30...
I woke up to a strange sensation in my lower extremities; a feeling of warm wetness, much like peeing yourself. I sat up and the feeling continued... my water broke. I looked at the clock, it was 12:30 am. I tapped Danny, who was sound asleep, "Babe, my water just broke". He rolled over as if to say, "Yeah, okay, great hun." I headed to the bathroom to clean up and he came in shortly after.
"You weren't kidding!" He had finally woke up and saw the large puddle in the bed. He began to shake with adrenaline and nervousness and I just reassured him we were fine, we had our bags packed we'll just clean up and head to the hospital. And so we did.
We got all checked into the hospital. It was kind of nice, because they couldn't turn us away because my water had broken-- it's an automatic admittance, no waiting until contractions are whatever apart and so intense, yadda yadda yadda. However, that was the problem, I wasn't having any contractions. I was started on Pitocin around 2 am and then I was fully aware of what a contraction felt like. I had tightening toward the end of my pregnancy but never felt any contractions. Danny fell asleep while I labored until 6 am not getting any sleep just watching that clock and waiting every 2-3 minutes for the next bloody contraction to come. The anesthesiologist had a scheduled c-section at 7 am so the nurse said if you want the epi, now would be the time or you'll have to wait until he's out of the c-section. I opted for the epi. I was only dilated to a two at this point.
Once I got the epi was finally able to sleep and Danny said my demeanor took a complete 180. I was cracking jokes with my nurse, laughing at Danny and everything. I was feeling much better. By 9 am I was a 3, 11 am I was a 5 and 12:30 I jumped to a 10. Danny was in the restroom and said he was going to go grab some lunch once he finished. As he was in there, the nurse come to check me again and said I was a 10. Danny came out of the bathroom and I said, "you're not getting lunch yet-- we're having a baby". His face was priceless. I wish I had a picture. The quick jump to a 10 sent Jaxon into a bit of shock and his heart rate dropped, so I was put on oxygen for awhile before we were able to push. I had a bulging sac as well so that had to be broken. Finally, at 3 pm we were ready to push. I had two or three practice pushes and the nurse said we better get Dr. Woods in here, you're pushing great. Pushing was hard but a very unique and cool experience. Nothing can beat motherhood-- in any aspect. It is the most challenging, most rewarding, most unpredictable, most anything and everything!
Jaxon had some meconium during the end of pushing and inhaled it on his way out. Because of that, he had to be taken immediately for respiratory intervention. They had tubes and suction things all up in his face. He did not like that. They had taped a tube into his mouth and then taped an oxygen thing to his hat he had on. He was fighting the nurse so badly that his face was covered in tape and he still was ripping all of it off! He was our little fighter. Danny was with him during this hour or so while I was getting stitched back together. The nurse called someone higher up than her and asked what she should do because she had never had a baby fight her this much. The higher nurse said that if he's fighting that much, he's fine, and to just leave the tubes out. Good news for us! He recovered quicker than they had anticipated and was in a normal nursery within 12 hours. 1/2 the time they thought he would be. AND no NICU! :) We stayed until Monday the 30th and made our way home as a new family!!
It was interesting to experience all the nurses at the hospital. They would work 12 hour shifts so every time 5 o'clock hit, I'd get a new set of nurses attending to my room. But the one nurse I will never forget is the one that was with me Saturday from 5 am to 5 pm. Basically through the thick and thin of my delivery. I absolutely loved her! Charlotte was her name and she was amazing! I could tell you some horror stories of the others... but I'll spare you. Just think of shots without warning... no emotion or empathy... etc. etc.
Jaxon is now 6.5 weeks. He'll be 7 weeks old on Saturday. I cannot believe it. He is growing so much! He's definitely coming out of his newborn stage and it tugs at my heart strings a little but makes me happy at the same time to see him grow and develop so well. Here is a list of some of his milestones, if you will:
- Holds his head up
- Sleeps at least one 4-5 hour stretch a night (so thankful for this)
- Gives smiles everyday
- Hates the hiccups
- Loves when daddy comes home from school/work
- Hates hates hates his car seat ( not fun)
- His hair is finally starting to grow back
- Has the most beautiful eyelashes (just like his daddy)
- Had his first official diaper blowout yesterday up the back... (sorry tmi)
- No longer fits into his newborn clothes
Well that was quite the post. Here are some pictures to make it even longer :)
First family pic
5 days old
My tall boys
a whole new world
Love this picture of DT and JT