Sunday, November 27, 2011

Grayson's Birth Story

Up until week 36, my pregnancy was pretty text book without any complications. At my 36wks, 3days appointment my blood pressure started to spike up pretty high. At that point, the doctor told me to try to relax as much as possible at home and that we’d continue to monitor it the following week. At my 37wks, 3 days appointment my blood pressure continued to be high so they sent me straight to labor and delivery for monitoring. I was hooked up to machines and my BP was monitored for hours. Whenever I laid down my blood pressure fell below 110/70 so at that point it was decided that I should start on bed rest. In the meantime, I was scheduled for an ultrasound and weekly NST scans to check on the baby. I was about 37wks, 5 days when I went in for my ultrasound and at that point, Grayson was measuring 8lbs, 4oz. The specialist decided that because of his size and my blood pressure that they’d prefer if he was delivered before I hit 39 weeks. I was scheduled for an induction on November 10, 2011. I would have been 38wks, 6 days pregnant.

(My last bump picture. Holy hell I was huge)

Two days before my induction I ignored my bed rest instructions a little bit and went out for a pedicure and did a TON of laundry (i.e., I walked up and down my stairs a million times) to help prepare our home for the baby. On the 8th, hubs and I cuddled up on the couch, watched TV and ate Chipotle. We sat around saying, “only two more nights without a baby” and imagining what he would be like. At about 2:45 am I had a dream that my water was breaking and thought I felt a little something, but didn’t think anything of it or even wake up long enough to check what it was. A few minutes later I rolled over to get more comfortable and I felt a pop and a trickle of water. I ran to the bathroom and sat down on the toilet thinking that perhaps I wet my pants (had never happened before, but I hear it happens to pregnant ladies). When the trickle didn’t stop for over 10 minutes, I figured it was show time. I yelled from the bathroom, “Umm, John! I think my water broke.” The next half hour was a whirlwind. I jumped in the shower, we packed up the car quickly and we were on our way to the hospital.

We arrived at the hospital at about 4am where they checked me in immediately. Upon arrival, I was only about 1cm dilated and 80% effaced (I was closed up on Monday). From 4am-7am, I got my IV and we waited to see if my contractions would start on their own. I did have a few contractions but they weren’t regular/strong enough and pitocin was started at 7:30am. I needed a lot of pitocin to get things started. The highest dose that they will give you is 24, and I made it all the way up to 22 before things really got started. Of course, Grayson was sunny side up, so I was experiencing back labor. I got an epidural at 11am. I could have waited, but there was a line out the door for epidurals so it was a get it now, or wait hours type of situation. The nurse suggested that I get one soon to help relax my pelvis and to help my cervix progress so I did. The next few hours were heavenly. I napped, watched TV, played around online and just relaxed before the hard labor set in. I told my doctor that I would do this one hundred times it was so enjoyable. Ha.

My doctor came in at 2:30 and I was already at 4cm. Although this was good, she expressed her concern about the fact that I had developed a fever and she said we would need to monitor things closely. She said that at a minimum, Grayson would need to be in the NICU for at least 24 hours (and up to 7 days) because a fever makes it very likely that I had a uterine infection (which is a result of water breaking spontaneously). They started me on antibiotics and said that we would wait and see how things go. At 4:30, I was 5 cm. The doctor decided that if I did not hit 7-8cm by 7:30pm that we would go for a c-section simply because I was already at the heaviest dose of pitocin and my contractions were not regular. Between 5-7pm, the baby started to go into distress. His heartrate was all over the place and the nurse was very unhappy with how things were looking. They started to call for a c-section again and while waiting they made me lay on my side and put oxygen on me. These two interventions helped, so we went back to the waiting game. When the doctor checked me again at 7:30, I was finally 8cm and the baby was doing well with me on my side. At that point, she said that we would wait and see how things go. At 8:30, I was 9.5cm and the pain was beginning to become unbearable. I didn’t feel contractions, but at that point, Grayson had descended into my cervix and the pressure was unlike anything I had ever experienced. I literally felt as though my pelvic bone was about to burst into a trillion pieces. They boosted by epidural a few times, but it didn’t really touch the pelvic pain for more than 15 minutes or so. At about 9pm, the doctor came back and had me push for a bit—with very little progress. I couldn't believe it because it felt like his head was literally falling out of me. She said she wished that was the case and that he was engaged, but he was not moving down the canal. She noted that there was an anterior lip on my cervix that the baby was getting caught on. She said that I would need to lay on my other side in an attempt to have the baby’s head stretch that area out. I had to wait ANOTHER hour. The pain was ridiculous and although John was so supportive, I literally thought that I was going to explode.

When the doctor came back at 10pm she said that we had two options- we could wait another hour to see if I progress past 9.5cm (I had been there for two hours) or we could go for a c-section because the baby was still so high and because I was stuck at 9.5cm for 2-3 hours at this point. I asked her and the nurse for their opinions. She said that we could try to push, but that it was a possibility that I may need to push for up to 3 hours to get him and still need a c-section.

She also noted that there was an unprecedented number of c-sections that night (it was a full moon) and that there was a line for the OR. At that point, I asked them to keep the pitocin going, but to also schedule me for the OR just in case. I begged her, please tell me this can happen by 11 (it didn't). I was so spent and the pain was so intense. Well, emergencies kept coming up and I kept getting pushed back and my cervix wasn’t dilating past 9.5cm. Finally, after seeing how much pain I was in, they called in a second anesthesiologist and opened a second OR. Apparently, this rarely ever happens (the night Grayson was born, they had 9 c-sections). Luckily, my nurse was feisty and when another doctor tried to cut us in line, she told me that she flipped on their nurse and rushed me out of my room ahead of them.

(Terrible pic, but I'm keeping it real. This was after 20 hours of labor)

I kept my eyes closed almost the entire time in the OR so I can’t tell you what happened in there. I was terrified and exhausted. My water broke at 3am on the 9th and I was just being wheeled into the OR after midnight on the 10th. I had had nothing to eat in almost 24 hours and the last 4 hours of my labor were literally exhausting. My c-section was a whirlwind. I remember them asking me if I felt something really cold on my stomach. I felt something on my stomach, but it wasn’t cold (John said that that was when the cut into me). I know that once they gave me the anesthesia my blood pressure must have dropped significantly because I kept screaming out, I’m fainting. Everyone, help me! I’m fainting. I remember some lady rushing up to me asking me my name, what I’m doing there and trying to distract me. John was by my head rubbing it. I asked John later if I fainted (I swear I did), but he said I didn’t. After about 5, 10, 15 (I couldn’t tell) minutes I started to feel less faint, but I definitely had a panic attack on the table. I kept telling them that I couldn’t breathe and I just couldn’t get a good breath. My anesthesiologist was amazing and he kept reassuring me that my oxygen levels were great and he attempted to distract me. After awhile, I felt the pulling and pressure and at 12:44am I heard a tiny little whimper (I think he was still inside me at that point because I hadn’t felt them pull him out yet). After that, I felt them pull him out and two more whimpers. I don’t remember if they said, it’s a boy or anything. All I know is that five minutes later they took John and had him follow the baby to be weighed, washed off etc. I’m so happy that John was able to experience that, but feel a little robbed of the fact that I wasn’t able to see him until a bit later. Before they left with my baby (to head to the NICU_, they brought him up to my head so I could see him. He was beautiful.

After my c-section, I had to go to recovery and at this point, John and I were SO exhausted. We thought we’d only be there for an hour, but I guess something was slightly wrong (I still had a fever, I was bleeding a lot and my heart rate was really high), and we were down there for 2-3 hours. Finally, on the way up to our room, we got to stop at the NICU to see the baby. John and I were both able to hold him for the first time, but I was devastated that we had to leave him there (it was 5am by this point).

Although my story is a bit scary/overwhelming etc., in the end, everything that happened was worth it. I am so appreciative of my doctor and everything that she did. I had a lot of factors going against me-- small pelvis, large baby, a fever, my water broke and we were approaching 24 hours, I wasn't progressing, and my baby was in distress. I have my perfect baby and my c-section recovery has been a breeze. I was stuck in the hospital for 5 days because my fever never went down and my white blood cell count was crazy high. After the fact, I’m pretty sure that it had nothing to do with a uterine infection at all and it was probably related to an infected lymph node that I had developed (and ignored) two weeks before I gave birth. I’m kicking myself now for not taking care of that earlier because as a result, Grayson was in the NICU and I had to spend 5 extra days on IV fluids and antibiotics, but what can you do.

(My little conehead- can you tell he was stuck in the birth canal?)

Thankfully, Grayson only spent 36 hours in the NICU before he was released back up to our room. He was given antibiotics as a precaution, but luckily if I had an infection, it never spread to the baby (which is what leads me/my doctors to believe that it wasn’t a uterine infection after all).

If you are having a c-section, don’t let my story scare you. I think I only panicked so terribly because I had already been in labor for almost 22 hours. I was exhausted, hot, tired and upset to hear that my baby was going to be whisked away to the NICU. After my c-section, I was up and able to walk out of bed by 9:30am the next morning and It really was not as terrible as I thought it was after I’ve had time to reflect. If similar complications arise, or if my doctor feels as though c-section would be more appropriate for any future children that we may have, I would not hesitate to do it again.

Tuesday, November 15, 2011

He's Here

Grayson Patrick
Arrived @ 12:44am on Thursday, November 10, 2011
He's our future linebacker, weighing in at 8lbs, 9oz and 20 inches long

Grayson arrived following one of those frenzied oh, crap, my water broke moments at 3am.

It was a long, hard labor (and a tale I can't wait to share with you all), but he was worth every single second of it.

I know it's cliche, but nothing compares to the love that I have for him. I could stare at him all day and never tire.

I'll be back soon with all the deets. In the meantime, I must sleep!

Monday, November 7, 2011


I know many people wouldn't say this aloud, but I'm scared to have a kid.

I want my kid. But I'm scared to have a kid.

I'm scared of how I'll be able to handle it...

If I'll be nurturing enough...

If I'll lose my mind..

How it will change my relationship with John...

How it will change our lifestyle...

How it will change our relationship with our friends..

It's really flippin scary.

I just have to keep reminding myself.. If Amber and Gary can do it, so can I!

I Miss my Lil Buddy

Polls went to grandma camp this week because I'm on bed rest and because I'm going to have this baby this week.

Even though she annoys the crap out of me sometimes, I miss her so much! I keep looking around the house for her and miss her couch cuddles. Damn these hormones!

I told John that I hope she doesn't think that we just left her, but I'm sure she's having a blast with their four dogs and in their huge fenced in backyard. She's probably having a field day.

(remind me of this when I'm going crazy trying to deal with a dog and a baby at home alone)

Friday, November 4, 2011

Maternity Clothes Survival Guide

Remember the olden days when maternity clothes were really tragic? Not so much anymore my friends.

(okay, I think this shirt is tragic. No offense if you'd wear it)

Anyways, here's how I survived 10 months of pregnancy while trying to look semi-presentable.

Tip #1: Old Navy maternity pants are awesome, until you hit month 7 or 8 and start to have a really noticeable bump. The low rise maternity pants fell off of my relatively low lying bump and what they consider to be full panel IS NOT full panel to the average human. By month 7, their full panel pants were stiff and hit me in all the wrong spots on my belly. Plus, their panel is super thick and dark blue. It showed through EVERY top that wasn't black or brown. They do have a new line with a panel that looks much more promising.. It's called smooth panel. I never tried them because they are significantly more expensive then their other clothes, but they look much more comfortable than their regular full panel pants.

Tip #2: Old navy basic T's, long sleeve shirts and maternity yoga pants are excellent!

Tip #3: Motherhood Maternity. I'm a basics kind of girl, so I wasn't in love with many of the tops that motherhood had to offer me. I don't love outfits with swirls on them and I'm not a huge fan of prints. Motherhood shirts and dresses weren't my favorites, but their pants are super comfortable. These cords are amazing! The panel on motherhood pants are really comfortable and all of their pants have stretch in them (something that I did not find at old navy).

Tip #4: Target Maternity clothes are hit or miss. The sizing is weird and I didn't love the fit on a lot of their stuff. That being said, I skipped the maternity section altogether and got a lot of basics in the regular section that still fit me at 38 weeks pregnant. If I were you, I'd buy this top in every color 2 sizes up from your regular size. I wear this out on the weekends, to bed, to work out, to layer under any and everything. They are long and cover the bump perfectly. These tanks are also super long and super amazing. Pre-pregnancy I wore a medium in them, and purchased every color one size up. They have lasted me my entire pregnancy and I layer them under everything.

Tip #5: Don't diss Walmart. I got a super comfortable pair of pants at Walmart for 8 dollars (you must order online) and I wear this hoodie almost every other day when I get home from work.

Tip #6: Raid your husband's closet! Don't spend a ton of money on maternity loungewear. Instead, wear those flannel pj pants that you bought for your husband last Christmas. His undershirts are also appropriate (and oh so comfortable) for nightwear.

Tip #7: Go used. Although I don't live in a sweet, huge house-- 90% of the people in my town do. As a result, our Goodwill store is QUITE nice. The three most complimented items that I own came from Goodwill. I found a pair of Ann Taylor Loft Maternity pants there for 5 dollars, a pair of name brand jeans and several shirts. Ten items may have set me back about 30 bucks, and they are all in great condition. I don't know that I'd shop there for my everyday wear post pregnancy, but it's a great place to find maternity clothes (depending on your town/demographic).

Tip #8: All of the tunics and dresses that you wore pre-pregnancy can be used now with leggings underneath. I wear my pre-preg leggings, but I also love a full panel pair that are from Motherhood.

Tip #9: Come to terms with the fact that by the time you hit 35 weeks, you will hate all of your clothes. Nothing will be comfortable. You will want to live in yoga pants. You will find it hard to close your legs because of the bowling ball that hangs uncomfortably in between them. I wish I was prepared for that. It would have saved me a lot of heartache while trying to find something to wear at 6am.

I hope this list helps some of you soon to be mamas! It took me a lot of time and effort and several trips to the post office (to return things because cursed old navy won't accept maternity returns in store) to find decent maternity wear.

Thursday, November 3, 2011

37 Weeks and Now with Bedrest. Boo.

I know you're all dying to see me without my shirt on. Prepare to be amazed...

Week 37- October 28th- November 3rd

Due Date: November 18, 2011

How Big is Baby: The baby is the size of a waterfreakinmelon!

Symptoms: I feel so much better this week. Week 37 was easy physically. I basically forgot the protruding belly that I'm growing. Mentally, it has been more challenging. I mentioned that my blood pressure freakishly went up at week 36. Well, it got worse at week 37 and I earned myself a rush ticket to labor and delivery on Halloween night. The ran my labs and strapped me to a bed for hours and I do not (they think) have pre-eclampsia, but my blood pressure is high whenever I'm not laying down. As a result, my doctor told me that I cannot work anymore. It's not ideal- especially because I was hoping to actually have a baby with I use the majority of my leave, but it hasn't been awful. I get a week to relax at home and I can sleep a lot. Things could be worse and I'm blessed that this has been my only complication thus far. I'm thinking that as a result of my BP that I'll be induced by next Friday, but nothing has been set in stone yet. In the meantime, I'll be keeping horizontal on the couch.

Cravings: Nothing.

Sleep: I'm still sleeping. I wake up every time I need to move, but I can fall back asleep pretty easily.

I Can't Live Without: Now, the husband. I'm not supposed to do anything so he's being super helpful.

I Miss: Not feeling anxious about my blood pressure.

I am Looking Forward to: Either having this kid soon or setting up an induction appointment.

Milestones: We had a non stress test and biophysical yesterday just to make sure that the baby is doing well. Grayson looks great, but they think he's going to be huge. They estimate that he's probably 8lbs right now. Oh crap. I'm trying to remember-- the bigger the baby the better the sleeper.

Exercise: I've been banned from all exercise

Diet: No diet. It's a lost cause. ha.

Movement: It is slowing down. I'm hoping that means the end is near and that he'll come on his own this weekend (wishful thinking).

Labor Signs- Sadly.. NOTHING. I've been hooked up to monitors Monday and Wednesday for hours and not a single contraction was detected. This kid has no desire to leave the womb.

Gender: It's a boy! Grayson Patrick!

Tuesday, November 1, 2011

Breaking Dawn

At the risk of sounding like a total perv...

...I'm going to sound like a total perv...

I'm more than a little disappointed to hear that Breaking Dawn has a PG-13 rating.

I get why they have to do it (to get all of the teeny boppers in), but I was really looking forward to some (ahem, LOTS) of hot vampire sex.

Not going to lie.. my favorite part of breaking dawn was the wedding, the birth and the hot Edward sex.

Here's hoping that they don't cut IT ALL out.

DIY Burp Clothes

Remember the olden days when I used to craft and sew? Yeah, me neither.

Thanks so a not so new Pinterest obsession, I decided to pull out the old sewing machine and to try my hand at some very simple burp clothes.

All I needed was a pack of prefold cloth diapers, some fat quarter squares (I used flannel) and a sewing machine.

It took me longer to wash/dry/iron the flannel and cloth diapers than it did to sew them together.

This is a totally cute idea, and it actually cost me half the price to make them- compared to buying them. Most of the burp clothes at Babies r us are cheap, terry and thin. I have a feeling that this will be way more appropriate for a spitty baby.