Oliver’s Birth

Well, for the first time I am sitting at my house, on my due date, with baby sleeping in his crib. Ha. That is right, I had my boy the day BEFORE his E.D.D. 🙂

Friday I spent my day, running back and fourth between my midwives office, and walking around town trying to get this baby ready for birth. Finally around 7pm we were given the go ahead to come to the hospital since contractions were 5 minutest apart and we knew I was at least 5cm dilated. We got checked in, 6cm, and headed to our room in labor and delivery. The nurses and my midwife kept complimenting me on how well I was handling my, sometimes 3 1/2 minute, contractions. We walked. I used a birthing ball. I got in the beautiful, giant tub. I sat on the toilet. It was time. I knew it. I got in the bed on hands and knees. Holy cow, it was getting painful. For a second I thought why I was crazy and chose not to get a epidural this time like I did with my girls, but I took a deep breath. I told myself that I could do this. I wanted this birth. I wanted to show myself my body was MADE to do this. Natural. No drugs. I asked my midwife to break my water since we could feel it right there and it just didn’t want to break open. She got her tools ready, went to check how far I was dialted and as soon as her finger touched my amunatic sac, it busted open. No tools needed. The gush of liquid felt wonderful. It took some pressure off. You know, for a whole 2 seconds. It was time to push. I felt him right there. I was in a weird, on my side, position but I needed to push. No time to get on a birthing stool like I had planned, but right there in the bed on my side. I pushed for what seemed like forever, but really was maybe only 10 minutes. My beautiful boy was here. Perfect in every way. I did it. I birthed a baby. No pitocin to induce. No drugs or epidural to deal with pain. My body no only carried this perfect human, it delivered him by itself. I was exhausted. I was in pain. I was proud. Daddy caught him, and brought him straight to my chest. I kissed and loved on him while daddy waited for the umbilical to stop pulsing so he could cut it. It was cut, I brought little Oliver Xavier to my chest and instantly he latched on like a pro. I was so in love. But in that moment I knew something wasn’t right. I just didn’t feel good. I wanted that 2 hours of bonding, nursing, loving, but I didn’t feel comfortable holding him. I felt too weak. I saw my midwife jump into action after birthing my placenta. Pushing hard on my belly trying to get my uterus to harden up. She’d stop, then as she would get up I’d feel a huge gush of blood and clots. She’d check, change the pad, and starting pushing. I started to get nauseous. Then the room start to spin, my hearing was fading. A doctor was called in. More nurses. More pushing. The doctor and midwife took turns trying to scrape out my uterus with their fingers, trying to get out some placenta they felt in there. Oxygen mask went on. Pitocin and fluids were running through the IV in my arm. My husband watched in fear while trying to comfort our new, perfect son. I looked around the room watching what was happening, but so out of it. Knowing this wasn’t right. Scared to shut my eyes. I felt like I was out of my body, watching as I screamed at the top of my lungs as they kept pushing and digging for that little bit on placenta that was causing so much blood loss. They put some drugs in the IV. Pain was starting to lose its edge. I was still felt so out of it, but I could communicate a little better. 5th time is a charge. More clots and a tiny pit of placenta. Bleeding has finally slowed down.  After loosing at least 40% of my blood. Slowly color returned to my face. The drugs helped me fall asleep. I woke up 2 hours later feeling much better. Weak. but better. The IV drugs had worn off, but the pitocin was still pumping. I got some Motrin to help with the cramping. Hubby woke up, still looking worried. But once he saw I didn’t need the oxygen and had color to my face and lips he was put at ease. I sent him home to get some sleep, seeing as I wasn’t leaving the labor and delivery room anytime soon, and because I got a room with a tub, there was no bed for him to sleep on.  I sat there for a while just looking around. Baby was born at 12:19am. It was now 4:00am. It seemed like days had passed, but really all that in just 4 hours. It was scary. Not expected. But we made it. Oliver woke up and was brought to me. Finally I get my bonding time with him. He cuddled and nursed and I just help on tight loving on this perfect child. Thanking God for this perfect child and for allowing me to be there to love on him.

After that things went pretty smooth. Pediatrician came to check our little Ollie out. He confirmed, he was perfect in every way. My bleeding was light, and colored was good. Finally at 9am blood work came back saying that my iron was low, but at an ok level. No blood transfusion was needed or iron supplement. Due to the postpartum rooms being all used, we had to wait until Noon to finally move to a more spacious room. The girls came to meet their brother, as did grandmas. Around 4pm hubby left so he could spend some daddy time with the girls. I tried to get some rest in between feedings. Oliver just wanted to cuddle. I was thrilled with the fact the nurses didn’t seem concerned that I would have Oliver sleep with me, instead of his bassinet. (With Rhem, a nurse yelled at me that I was not allowed to hold Rhem when I slept, but I could not get Ollie to sleep in his bassinet, every time I laid him down he would scream because he was so gassy.) Around 7pm PJ came back to the hospital with the girls so they could love on their brother a little more and give mom some hugs and laughs. A little before 9pm they left, leaving mommy and baby to try and get some rest. In the morning they checked my blood again. My iron level dropped to 6. I was worried they wouldn’t let me leave today like I had wanted, but since my bleeding was very little and I wasn’t light headed and was able to move around just fine, they gave me 110ml of iron supplement and a prescription of iron pills to take this week to help me get closer to normal. Hubby arrived back to the hospital. Helped me pack up our things, we got some newborn pictures taken, and we were free to leave. It was an exhausting, frighting, 36 hours but we were heading home feeling pretty good with a beautiful, healthy baby. Thanking God for His goodness.

Rhemidy Loves having her brother and mom home. Hadiley seems a little mad at me, but slowly warming back up. Thank you every one for your kind words and prayers over me and baby Ollie.

Now for the good part, pictures. 😉

Oliver Xavier. 9lbs. 1oz. 20 inches.
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-brittney

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Let’s get messy.

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Today we attended a messy play date. The girls played in a sandbox, played with moon dough, sidewalk paint, finger painted, dug for treasures in frozen jello, colored with markers, and frosted some sugar cookies. They had a blast and was very sad to leave. I love when we get out of the house and engage with other kids. Rhem has really started to open up more, and make friends when we are out and about. Sometimes we get worried, because she often likes to stand on the side lines and watch kids play, not really engaging in any conversation with anyone. But since we got our cat, she has become way more social. She loves telling everyone she meets about her kitty at home, which she seems to use as an ice breaker, then she is up for playing and singing and being a goofy 3 year old with her new found friends. Hadiley, being only 18 months, doesn’t engage in conservations, but she seems to be a go getting and loves to follow bigger kids around. She doesn’t seem to care much about socializing with kids around her own age though, haha.

The girls really seemed to love getting all messy, so while they are napping I made some playdough for them to play with when they make up. It was super easy, and extremely soft. I used 2tbs of conditioner, yes what you wash your hair with, and 3 1/2 – 4tbs of corn starch and knead with my hands. the end. I am excited to let the girls play with it when they wake up, and bonus, it makes your hands super soft in the end! 🙂

(I found the play-dough recipe here.)

-brittney

*also. still pregnant. lol*

Wait, only 9 more days?

until my due date that is. Crazy. I am so excited to welcome our first boy with in the next couple weeks. I cannot believe today is already August 1st! Where has time gone? Really! How do I now have a 3 year old child AND an 18 month old child AND soon to be newborn? I feel like just a year or two ago I was still in highschool dating PJ, but here we are, 7 years has passed. 4 years of marriage. and soon, very very soon, three kids. We have definitely been blessed.

Rhemidy is growing more and more excited, constantly asking WHEN her brother will be here so she can hold him. I already know, seeing how she treats her little sister, she will be an AWESOME big sister to baby boy as well. Hadiley, on the other hand, will be up for a rude awakening. She does seem to love babies, and likes to help me whenever I am watching a baby, but she still NEEDS to have me lay with her to sleep and will not go to anyone else. (The other night PJ tried to get her to sleep and she screamed to the point of making herself throw up, a thing Rhem use to do, and it took me until MIDNIGHT to calm her down and get her to sleep. Bah. I created a monster! 😉 ) I know after a couple months Hadiley will adjust and be an awesome big sister just like Rhem. (although she really needs to start learning this whole gentle and sharing thing…)

(For those NOT fasinated by pregnancy/birth related things and what it does to your body, the rest of this may be TMI lol)
Anyways, I had my midwife appointment yesterday, I am only 1cm dilated, 50% effaced. My cervix is already extremely soft and stretchy so that is good, and he is head down but seems to have moved up higher. Stinker. With my cervix being soft, they said once he decides to drop things should start up right away. I really am prepared and totally fine with going past the EDD (seeing as it is what it says, and ESTIMATED due date) and I want this baby to come when he is ready, and I will not force him with an induction, but boy, I am SO ready to meet and love on him! I am hoping I get to see him sooner than later, but with only 9 days until my due date I know it won’t be much longer.

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38 weeks. 5 days.
We are excited to meet you baby boy! Seen you soon! 🙂

-brittney