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My life right now can't be placed into words...it is chaotic, stressful, emotional, sometimes wonderful...but this is my attempt at describing it.
Monday, July 30, 2012
Wednesday, July 11, 2012
Birth Story
It has been a crazy 2 weeks, but I'm finally getting around to posting Logan's birth story!
Thursday June 21 (40 weeks 2 days)
We had a doctors appointment. I was dilated to 1.5 but the doctor said my cervix was more favorable than the week before. He had me schedule an appointment with their office for Tuesday the 26th to recheck my cervix. If they needed to they would send me in that night to insert some cervidil to help progress my cervix. Then on Wednesday the 27th they would induce. Before we left he said he didn't think I'd make it to Tuesday, but also said he'd been wrong before. That evening I had some very minor contractions so Troy and I went on a walk.
Friday June 22 (40 weeks 3 days)
Went to my last day of work. The entire day was pretty uneventful. That evening I lost my mucous plug (BTW...the single most disgusting thing I've EVER seen!) but I didn't get very excited since I knew that didn't exactly mean labor was coming. Troy and I went on another walk and went to bed.
Saturday June 23 (40 weeks 4 days)
I woke up at 3 AM to pee and then laid back down. I realized I was having contractions again, this time slightly stronger. I downloaded a contraction timer on my phone and started timing them. From 3-4:30 they were about 5-8 minutes apart and only lasting for 45 seconds. At 4:30 they got a little more painful, so I decided to wake Troy up, mainly for moral support. We decided to eat some breakfast...BIGGEST mistake of my life! (You'll see why later) I only finished about half my bowl of cereal before I started feeling nauseous. I drained the milk and left the bowl in the sink. At 5, contractions were 3-5 minutes apart and lasting for a minute. I knew it was way too soon to go to the hospital but I was in pain so we decided to go and see what they said.
At 5:30 we made it to the hospital and got into triage. They hooked me up to monitors, and of course had trouble finding Logan's heart beat. (The nurses at the OB always had trouble, so this was not surprising to me.) They monitored me for quite awhile, making me roll from side to side. The nurse said Logan's heart beat wasn't cooperating, and kept promising the next time she came in I would be able to get up and walk the halls. That never happened! I think it was about 8 or 8:30 the nurse came in, checked the monitor, made a couple phone calls and before I know it I'm being prepped to be admitted.
They wheeled me into a room and then my doctor comes in and starts explaining Logan's heart had done a couple "dippity dos" that they were concerned about. I had finally made it to short shy of a 4 so they decided to give me a shot of pain medicine. Shortly after that my epidural arrived and after 6 hours I was able to relax. I even nodded off for a little. I had to continue rolling from side to side and they hooked me to the oxygen tank as well. The doctor told me Logan's heart rate still wasn't reacting the way it should be. It was stable at about 160, but should have been falling to 130 and rising to 150 as he's moving and what not. She told me this indicated that he was probably under some kind of distress, and then threw out the C word. She asked if I wanted to wait and see if it got better because it was completely possible they could get in there and nothing would be wrong. It was at this point and time I knew I would do anything for my son. We had waited too long for this little guy, I wasn't going to do anything to jeopardize his health. At 12:30 I made the call to go ahead with the c-section. I was terrified! I cried a little when I went into the room and Troy had to wait but my nurses and anesthesiologist were incredible. My anesthesiologist got me all numb and as he's making sure it worked, I told him I loved him! He was very nice and comforting. Finally Troy was able to come in and sit by me. They started the surgery and it honestly felt like they were cage fighting in my belly.
At 1:28 pm Logan Parker was born. He weighed 7 pounds 4 ounces and was 19.5 inches long. It turns out the cord was wrapped loosely 2 or 3 times around his neck and he had passed some meconium. NICU checked out him and he was perfectly healthy so we got really lucky!
It's been a crazy couple of weeks. Mommy-hood is a lot harder than I thought it would be...but it's also a lot more rewarding. Logan is the center of my universe.
Thursday June 21 (40 weeks 2 days)
We had a doctors appointment. I was dilated to 1.5 but the doctor said my cervix was more favorable than the week before. He had me schedule an appointment with their office for Tuesday the 26th to recheck my cervix. If they needed to they would send me in that night to insert some cervidil to help progress my cervix. Then on Wednesday the 27th they would induce. Before we left he said he didn't think I'd make it to Tuesday, but also said he'd been wrong before. That evening I had some very minor contractions so Troy and I went on a walk.
Friday June 22 (40 weeks 3 days)
Went to my last day of work. The entire day was pretty uneventful. That evening I lost my mucous plug (BTW...the single most disgusting thing I've EVER seen!) but I didn't get very excited since I knew that didn't exactly mean labor was coming. Troy and I went on another walk and went to bed.
Saturday June 23 (40 weeks 4 days)
I woke up at 3 AM to pee and then laid back down. I realized I was having contractions again, this time slightly stronger. I downloaded a contraction timer on my phone and started timing them. From 3-4:30 they were about 5-8 minutes apart and only lasting for 45 seconds. At 4:30 they got a little more painful, so I decided to wake Troy up, mainly for moral support. We decided to eat some breakfast...BIGGEST mistake of my life! (You'll see why later) I only finished about half my bowl of cereal before I started feeling nauseous. I drained the milk and left the bowl in the sink. At 5, contractions were 3-5 minutes apart and lasting for a minute. I knew it was way too soon to go to the hospital but I was in pain so we decided to go and see what they said.
At 5:30 we made it to the hospital and got into triage. They hooked me up to monitors, and of course had trouble finding Logan's heart beat. (The nurses at the OB always had trouble, so this was not surprising to me.) They monitored me for quite awhile, making me roll from side to side. The nurse said Logan's heart beat wasn't cooperating, and kept promising the next time she came in I would be able to get up and walk the halls. That never happened! I think it was about 8 or 8:30 the nurse came in, checked the monitor, made a couple phone calls and before I know it I'm being prepped to be admitted.
They wheeled me into a room and then my doctor comes in and starts explaining Logan's heart had done a couple "dippity dos" that they were concerned about. I had finally made it to short shy of a 4 so they decided to give me a shot of pain medicine. Shortly after that my epidural arrived and after 6 hours I was able to relax. I even nodded off for a little. I had to continue rolling from side to side and they hooked me to the oxygen tank as well. The doctor told me Logan's heart rate still wasn't reacting the way it should be. It was stable at about 160, but should have been falling to 130 and rising to 150 as he's moving and what not. She told me this indicated that he was probably under some kind of distress, and then threw out the C word. She asked if I wanted to wait and see if it got better because it was completely possible they could get in there and nothing would be wrong. It was at this point and time I knew I would do anything for my son. We had waited too long for this little guy, I wasn't going to do anything to jeopardize his health. At 12:30 I made the call to go ahead with the c-section. I was terrified! I cried a little when I went into the room and Troy had to wait but my nurses and anesthesiologist were incredible. My anesthesiologist got me all numb and as he's making sure it worked, I told him I loved him! He was very nice and comforting. Finally Troy was able to come in and sit by me. They started the surgery and it honestly felt like they were cage fighting in my belly.
At 1:28 pm Logan Parker was born. He weighed 7 pounds 4 ounces and was 19.5 inches long. It turns out the cord was wrapped loosely 2 or 3 times around his neck and he had passed some meconium. NICU checked out him and he was perfectly healthy so we got really lucky!
It's been a crazy couple of weeks. Mommy-hood is a lot harder than I thought it would be...but it's also a lot more rewarding. Logan is the center of my universe.
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