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Tuesday, July 2, 2013

a YEAR later...

     So here we are again, pretty much a year since my last post. I'm terrible at blogging. This year has been full of lots of exciting things and one precious little girl. I'm sure most of you know that my little babe, Hadlee Claire, was brought into the world this past year. She has been the most wonderful blessing and has brought so much joy into Chris and I's life. We must have done something right to get such a beautiful, happy, perfect child. I'm going to share my birth story, mostly for my own sake. This way it will forever be immortalized on the world wide web, should I ever forget it.
     Let's go back to the month of March. I was hugely pregnant and more uncomfortable than I have ever been in my entire life. Good thing it wasn't too hot yet. I really would have died. I was at the point in my pregnancy where I was seeing the doctor once a week and much to my dismay, I wasnt dilated much at all. I was at a .5-1.
     On March 13, I went into the OB and the doctor decided to strip my membranes to see if he could get me dilating a little bit. By Friday, I felt like I was leaking fluid. Saturday we called and they told us to go on in because they didnt want to take any chances with me being 38 weeks pregnant. So we went and they hooked me up to the monitors and checked to see if my water had broke. It was a big NEGATIVE. I was still only dilated to a 1 and tested no to any amniotic fluids. They kept me there for an hour and although I was having contractions every three minutes, they were so small I couldnt feel a thing. So they sent me on home.
     Saturday night my contractions started getting a little stronger, but were really inconsistent. I woke up Sunday and headed to church, but only ended up staying for sacrament meeting. My contractions were really bad, but still inconsistent. They were ongoing all day Sunday and by 10:30 that night they were pretty strong, but we just went to sleep. Well Chris did. I tossed and turned for a couple of hours because I was having them every 4-5 minutes but I really didnt want to go back in and them tell me that it was another false alarm and send me home. So I got up and walked around, cleaned the house, washed the dishes and tried to keep busy.
     Finally, around 4:30am I woke Chris up and told him I was in a lot of pain and maybe we should go in. He suggested that we wait till the OB opened at 9. I agreed. He stayed awake with me and we decided to set up the baby cradle and pack a bag just in case. We finished doing all the baby prepping at around 5:30am and sat on the bed and I suddenly felt a popping sensation. I gasped and said "Chris, I think my water just broke!" and it definitely did. Chris freaked out a little bit and we rushed to the hospital. I had about 3 or 4 terrible contractions and then got the epidural, Oh blessed epidural. It was magical.
     The nurse checked to see how far I was dilated and ... you guessed it, I was still only at a 1. So they started my on some pitocin and within an hr and a half I was already dilated to 6.5! YAY. I thought. So they started prepping for delivery and brought in all the good stuff. But then little Hadlee started acting up. Every time they upped the dosage of pitocin her heart rate would drop. Basically this went on for the next 9 or so hours. At about 5pm I spiked a fever and the doctor was concerned about infection for Hadlee and me. It took us about 5 minutes to decide that a c-section was the best choice for us.
    They prepped me by upping my dosage of antiseptic. Holy worst feeling of my life! I could only feel my face and it felt awful. Chris got to put on that cute white outfit and from that point on, I dont really remember a whole lot!... What I do remember is Chris showing me our beautiful, healthy, perfect, scowling baby girl. She looked so angry. Then for the next 2 hours we were separated while I recooped from the anesthesia. When I was finally able to see her again, she was still scowling with the grumpiest face I have ever seen. But I never knew that my heart could love something so much. There it is. 9 days early, 10 hours of labor (not counting sundays contractions), ending in a c-setion, and nothing like I had planned but was totally worth it.
Sorry it's so long. Im pretty long winded when I tell the story.

Her angry scowl

sleeping babe

her precious little feet

I love her so much
       
proud mommy and daddy
I have a million more pictures.... but I'll spare you.

1 comment:

  1. Great pictures, Alison! My name is Heather and I was hoping you could answer a quick question about your blog when you get a chance! My email is Lifesabanquet1(at)gmail.com :-)

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