Showing posts with label Pregnancy. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Pregnancy. Show all posts

Tuesday, May 31, 2011

Griffin's Birth Story: Part 2

Part 2 of our birth story...

We got to the hospital around noon and they took me back to check me immediately. Now, as a side note, I had never been "checked" before. I know a lot of women like to start getting checked at their weekly appointments around week 36, but my personal philosophy was that it wouldn't make any difference to me one way or another how far along I was. If I had been dilated at all, I would have just been stressed about it. I had decided that if I went over my due date, I would let them check me at my next appointment. So when the nurse checked me-- OW. Not fun. I was really glad that I had never had them check and I'll absolutely be doing that with my next pregnancy. Ignorance is bliss, right?

As she was checking me, she said, "Wow. WOW. His head is really slammed down there!" Yes, that is a direct quote and she indeed used the word "slammed". NOT HELPFUL. She then said, "Hmmm, his head is so far down that I can't really feel how dilated you are! You're either a 2 or a 7, so I'm going to say that you're a 5. I've never had such a hard exam in all my years of nursing!" Okay, lady. A few things, if I may.

1. Did you just GUESS how far along I was? I could have done that myself at home. You went to nursing school, but I GUESS you aren't very good at your job! UGH.
2. The terminology "slammed down" is really not helping me feel better about being on hour 14 of labor. Please, choose your next words WISELY or else YOUR head might be slammed against a WALL.
3. I'm sorry this is so difficult for you. Maybe you'd like to switch places?

Actually, she was really nice other than that first little interaction. My mom asked very sweetly if there was someone who could come in to check me who would know exactly how dilated I was. I about died laughing at my mom's next question-- "Um... are you going to be her nurse?" Well, as much as one can die laughing while contracting something fierce. Luckily, she wasn't going to be (praise ye the Lord) and they sent the charge nurse in to check. She quickly was able to figure out that I was about a 6. I was so afraid I was going to be a 3 or some low number like that.

My water hadn't broken at this point, but I really wanted it to break on it's own. This was part of our birth plan. They told me that they could easily break my water but I really didn't want them to at that point. I decided to walk around the labor and delivery floor for an hour and see if that would help. I'm not sure why I felt like this was a good idea because walking while contracting? Not fun. Poor Tyler had to basically hold Big Momma up every time I had a contraction and they were coming every 3-4 minutes at this point. He gained some good strength that day. I also didn't have the foresight to think about how embarrassing it would be if my water broke in the hallway.

I didn't need to think about the embarrassing factor, though, because my water didn't break. After about an hour, I'd had it and Tyler and I decided to have them break my water. We said that if that was the only thing that didn't go according to our birth plan, we'd be happy. When the nurses called my doctor, he told them to wait and that he would come to the hospital to break my water himself. Have I mentioned that I LOVE MY DOCTOR? He came and double checked that this is what I wanted. He knew that it was a part of our birth plan and wanted to be very, very sure I was okay with the deviation. We were okay, so he proceeded. That was at 3:30 pm.

The next 3.5 hours were a blur. I had the best labor and delivery nurse named Cindy who was very on board with our plan. I distinctly remember begging for an epidural one time (see, I'm not so tough!) and she looked at me and said, "Nope. You don't need one!" I am so thankful that God gave us Cindy as our nurse because most nurses would have called the anesthesiologist right away. Again, no shame in having an epidural, but I really never wanted one. I am so glad that it all worked out the way it did.

Not gonna lie, transition labor was HORRIBLE. I still haven't forgotten how bad it was. It is all very fuzzy in my memory, but it's clear enough, let me tell you. Tyler told me I screamed a few times but then kind of buckled down and got very determined. During pregnancy, I really thought I would be all about changing positions while in labor. I was dead wrong. I laid on my right side pretty much the whole time. I was just in so much pain that I couldn't even think about moving. Even and measured breathing was what really saved me. Tyler and my mom were absolutely amazing.

Between 6:00 and 6:30, Cindy checked me again and said that I was nearing 10 cm. My doctor started back to the hospital. At 7:00, things really picked up. Cindy's shift ended which made me so sad. I wanted her to stay with me. Just before shift change, my labor changed BIG TIME. I felt a noticeable difference and all of a sudden, I had this incredible urge to push. I started pushing at 7:00 and my doctor got there shortly after. Cindy left and my new nurse, Shannon, came in and was there for the rest of the birth. She was wonderful as well! I remember watching the clock while I was pushing and every 15 minutes, I would think, "In the next 15 minutes, I will have him." At about 8:15, I just felt like I was totally done. Sure enough, Griffin was born at 8:33 PM!

The moment he was born was absolutely the most joyful and breathtaking moment of my entire life. I still tear up just thinking about the moment that my doctor put him on my chest and I saw him. He was the most beautiful thing I've ever seen with a head full of hair! I did not expect that. Tyler was up by my head and Griffin opened one eye and then the other. He didn't even cry that much! I love that the first thing he saw was his mommy and daddy together. I started telling him that I loved him and just cuddled him close. It was absolutely the best moment of my entire life!

The next few hours were a whirlwind. We spent some sweet time as a family before they took him next to my bed to clean him up. Our hospital has a tiny room connected to the labor and delivery suite where they clean up the baby and get them all cozy in their blanket. The whole "post-delivery" ordeal was very easy and I didn't think much about it. The first meal that I ate was a turkey sandwich and it was the best thing I've ever eaten. Seriously. Deprive a girl of food for almost 24 hours and make her labor through most of it and she'll eat just about anything.

We had a great hospital stay with lots of wonderful visitors and excellent medical care. I can't say enough about my nurses, especially my labor and delivery nurses. Griffin and I actually went back to visit Cindy when we had a follow-up appointment at the hospital when he was 6 weeks old (more on that another time). I could have stayed in the hospital FOREVER.

I obviously really, really, really loved my doctor. I felt like he went way above and beyond to make sure that we were as comfortable as possible and that our birth plan was followed as long as Griffin's safety wasn't compromised. If you're having a baby (especially a first baby), I would strongly recommend you find a doctor you're very comfortable with. I trusted him 100% and would have done just about anything he told me to do. My doctor was in a practice with only two physicians, and I felt this way about both of them! I asked them so many questions during my pregnancy and they always validated me and helped me to calm down. All in all, Griffin's labor and delivery and our hospital stay was fantastic. You know, minus the horrible pain that I still haven't forgotten.

And to those of you who were wondering, I did end up have a completely natural Bradley method birth. The only medication I got was some ibuprofen after they cut the umbilical cord. I didn't even need an IV (just a heplock in case of an emergency). This doesn't make me a he-woman or anything special; trust me, any woman could do this. It was just a personal choice that I am completely satisfied with. I wouldn't have done anything different and if we have any more children, we will do the same thing. When Griffin was born, he was SO alert and bright eyed and stayed that way for a few hours. It was just amazing! I'm planning on writing a post on the Bradley method and how it worked for us, but in the mean time, if you have ANY questions about it or would like to see our birth plan, just email me or comment and I'll contact you back. I'm super passionate about natural birth, but again, I would never make anyone feel bad for their preferred birth method. Different strokes for different folks, especially when there is medical issues involved for mom or for baby!


Right after Griffin was born! Tyler was an amazing support.

Our big boy!



His first bath

The picture on the left is the part of his personality that he gets from Tyler. The picture on the right  the part of his personality that he gets from me. Ha!

Grammy and Papa!

Grandpa and Grandma Haney

My precious little family!

Getting ready to go home!

In the end, we got our boy. I can't stop thanking God for a perfect and healthy baby! He is so precious and beautiful. Sometimes, I'm just overwhelmed with tears when I look at him because of how much I love him. The Lord has done GREAT things for us!!

Monday, April 25, 2011

Griffin's Birth Story: Part 1

I am the worst blogger in the entire world.

No, seriously. I am.

But honestly? The last seven weeks have been so extremely different from anything I've ever experienced that blogging has been the furthest thing from my mind. However, now that things are settling down a bit, I remember my love for blogging and how much I want to remember this time of life. If pregnancy taught me anything it's that I can't trust my own brain anymore. I think I'll remember things, but let's be honest-- I won't. So, finally, I am sitting down to write Griffin's birth story. It is not the most exciting story and it is about a birth (which means it might be a little graphic at times, so men, read at your own risk), but it is our story and I get emotional any time I think about the night he was born. It was the hardest and best night of my life

Friday, March 4 was my due date. I didn't feel any different when I woke up and I just knew I wasn't going to have a baby that day. I went to work and taught. When the kids lined up to go home, I asked them to pray that I would have the baby that weekend (I teach at a Christian school). I had finally hit the point of being DONE with pregnancy and I knew that due to work, my dad would not be able to be at the hospital when he was born if I went another week. If I had the baby on Saturday or Sunday, my dad would be able to spend the whole week with us before he had to go back home.

Those third graders? They can PRAY. If you have anything you need, just ask them to specifically pray about it. They get things done.

That night, we went out for Mexican with friends and I ate the spicy salsa in hopes that I would smoke the baby out. No such luck. I went home and went to bed for what would be my last night of uninterrupted sleep. I don't remember if I enjoyed my rest, but looking back, I surely hope that I did. I had no idea what sleep deprivation would do to me. Worth it? Yes. Still hard? YES.



Our last night out. My word, the PUFFINESS and the quality of this picture-- both horrible!

On Saturday morning, I went to a gardening class with my friend Libby and then Tyler and I went walking at the mall. I didn't feel any different, but I could feel my belly tightening and then releasing all day long. I couldn't feel it inside, but my belly would feel like a rock on and off. Tyler and I hung out at home for the rest of the day. We watched a movie and ate homemade deep dish pizza and garlic knots. Around 10:30, we Skyped with my brother in Chicago and headed up to bed around 11:00. No sooner did we get into bed then I started feeling weird. The best way I can describe it is that I felt like I had a charlie horse cramp in my lower belly. I felt a few of these cramps before I thought, "Hmmm, could this be labor?"

I answered my own question pretty quickly

By 11:30, things were feeling more intense and my mind got sort of hazy. I kind of remember watching SNL while trying to fall asleep (HA!), but that didn't work. At 12:40, I got the bright idea to start writing down my contractions so that we could be sure that this was actually labor. Looking back, I'm not sure how I thought it could be anything else. First time mom, right here. My contractions were generally about 7 minutes apart and lasted for 40-50 seconds. At 1:30 AM, we decided it was time to call my parents. I called my mom's cell phone and she answered like she'd just been sitting around waiting for my call. It was actually kind of funny, except I wasn't in a very funny mood. I told her that I thought this was it and I started crying because I was so terrified that it was a false alarm and that they would drive all the way here and have to go back home when I stopped my false labor. Again, there was NO way this was a false alarm, but how could I know?

The notebook where we recorded my contractions

I labored through the night and the contractions definitely got closer together and stronger. Bless his heart, Tyler tried to stay awake, but he definitely started falling asleep between contractions. I would gently wake him up by hitting him every time a contraction started. At about 5:30 AM, he took over recording the contractions because they were too painful for me to think about anything else. That was when I called my doctor-- he is the most PRECIOUS man. He was fully aware of and in support of our birth plan and our decision to have the baby naturally. He knew it was my desire to labor at home for as long as possible. He asked me a few questions and told me I could stay at home if I wanted to. Call me crazy, but I wanted to. Again, personal choice.

Labor progressed very normally and my parents got to our house at 8:30 AM. It was then that I got the bright idea to take a shower and do my hair. Yes, you read that right. I really was under the impression that doing my hair would ensure that it would hold up during labor. HA. My mom and Tyler both let me do what I wanted and I showered and blew my hair out. I'm sure they were discussing how insane I was while I was getting ready, but they made the right choice by letting me do my thing. Don't cross a contracting woman. It will never be a good choice.

I did many different tricks (shower, birth ball, walking, etc.) to help ease my labor. I ended up calling my doctor back around 11:30 AM and it was at this point that he suggested we go to the hospital. One thing I want to mention is that between 5:30 AM and 11:30 AM, my doctor called me THREE TIMES to check on me. He is wonderful. I honestly can't believe that he cared that much, but he really did and it eased my worry about the whole thing. Anyway, we packed up at 11:30 and were on our way to the hospital around noon. 




 


My last pregnancy pictures. Bless my heart, I look so pitiful, but I had been in labor for nearly 13 hours at this point, so I think I have a right to look a little worn out! Ha!

You can read part 2 of his birth story here




Sunday, April 24, 2011

Meet Griffin!


Griffin Tyler David Haney



Born on March 6, 2011 at 8:33 PM


 

8 pounds, 6 ounces and 21 inches long


He is perfect!



We are SO blessed!



"I prayed for this child, and the Lord has granted me what I asked of Him." 
1 Samuel 1:27

(I fully realize that this post is seven weeks late, but we've had quite the adjustment in our family! Thanks for cutting me some slack!)