Thursday, June 30, 2011

Tate is HERE!!!!


This pic was taken after a long night with absolutly NO sleep.. Precious Tate was not happy his first night here and cried the whole night through.  Every time I would get him to sleep, I would lay him down in his bassinette and he would start screaming.  Finaly my night nurse came in and asked if I wanted her to take him.  I said yes, but shortly after, the fire alarm went off, and she had to bring him back.  Finally I just let Tate sleep by me, which my nurses were not happy with, and we were both able to get some rest.  All night though, I was counting down the seconds to morning when Colby would come back and could share the misery with me.  Finally he did come back, and I was so releived.  By that time, tate was sleeping again, so lucky Colby.

Proud Dad with his sweet little boy.

So, I will tell you my birthing story if you want to know all the gushy details.  Tate was due June 1st, but didn't come then.  The Dr. scheduled me for an induction on Wednesday the 8th.  I was really scared of getting induced, but I definately didn't want to go longer, so went along with it.  My sister in law had told me about an herb that was supposed to soften the cervex and help get things going, so I started taking that on the 4th.  I also heard that massages would help get things going, so I ent and got a massage from a woman that specializes in pregnancy massage.  It was really wonderful! But, Saturday passed nothing, Sunday passed nothing, accept I was very nausious.  Dusty and Mel had come over for Sunday dinner, and right in the middle of dinner, I raced to the bathroom and threw up everything.  It was the worst throw up EVER! and to boot, it all happend in the bathroom right by the kitchen, so everyone at the kitchen table got to enjoy it with me.  I din't think that was an early sign of labor though, so went on with life like normal.  Then Monday morning around 12 am, I started having contractions.  They were all in my hips and lower back, so I didn't think it was a big deal and went back to sleep.  By 12:30, it was starting to be a big deal, and so I got up and walked around then went back to bed. At 1 am, I had to get up and walk around again, then went back to bed.  This repeted every half hour until 2, then I took a warm shower to see if that would ease the pain.  At 2:30 I got up to walk a little more and I felt a big gush of fluid.  I thought my water had broken, so I woke up Colby and asked him what I should do.  He didn't know, so I told him to go back to bed, and I called the hospital.  They said I should probably come in, but could take my time if I wanted.  Since I live two seconds from the hospital, I took my time and paked a bag, and we got to the hospital around 4:30 am.  The nurse checked me, said my water hadn't broken (but something had, because Iw as totaly soaked after the gush at my house) and I was dialted to a 3.  She asked me my pain level in the contractions.  I said I was at an 8.  She rolled her eyes and chuckled under her breath and wrote down a 7.  Then she told me to either go home, or walk around the hostpital a bit.  I knew if I went home, I wouldn't make it back, so we walked around until 6 am.  While I was walking around, I would throw up and was really nausious, and the contractions were getting BAD! I would have to sit down during them.  The nurses would walk by and ask if I was ok, but there was nothing they could do.  Finally at 6, I went back to the delivery floor and told my mean nurse, that I couldn't take it, and I wasn't walking around anymore.  The nurses were just changing shifts then, and my delivery nurse was so good, she helped me to a room, and checked me (which my mean nurse wouldn't do, because she didn't think I knew anything).  I was dilated to a 7!  I aked for an epidural, and was afraid the baby would come with out it - I was terrified of that- it took the anethesiologist at least and hour and a half to get there.  The good thing about that though is my contractions were so bad, I couldn't keep track of the time.  Then he came, gave me my epidural, and it was a breaze after that!  At 10, the Dr came and broke my water.  It was terrible green and brown color because the baby had gone to the bathroom inside of me.  This caused a little anxiety, because I didn't want the baby to breath it in, and i was really worried about that.  By 10:30, it was time to start pushing.  My nurse told me the baby was crowning, and I looked down to see if I could see anything, but of course I couldn't.  She noticed and grabbed the mirrors, so I could see it all. Every time I pushed though the babies heart rate would go down, and it would take a second to get it back up.  I wouldn't look at the monitor, because I didn't want to know how scared I should be.  i could tell the nurse was quite concerned, and she had me stop pushing until the Dr came.  At 11:30 The dr showed up, and had me push a few times.  Then all of a sudden I saw the Dr hold up this thing covered in brown and green goo.  I looked at it for a second then realized that was my babies face.  He laid the baby on my stomach, and he was HEAVY! I thought for sure over 7.5 lbs (i was hoping for a 7.5 pounder).  Then they raced him over to a team of drs, to suck out his lungs.  When the weighed him, Dr allred guessed 9.1 lbs, but Tate was 9.2 lbs.  Pretty good guess.  The Dr caught my placenta, gave me a few stitches- he said they weren't very bad, which was a amazing, and he left.  Wow, that was easier than I thought it would be.  After sucking out Tate's lungs they brought him over, and Colby and I could hold him.      

1 comments:

Natalie

I LOVE all the pictures of your sweet baby. I too had a baby that screamed all night at the hospital and I too put that baby in bed with me and had irritated nurses. WHO CARES WHAT THEY THINK - is what I thought - I was exhausted and needed sleep. You poor girl. I feel for you. I am so glad he is here and absolutely LOVE how his is already chubby!!