Monday, August 15, 2016

Emmie's Birth Story

Emmie Jo Moss
Born August 3, 2016 at 6:08 p.m.
7 lbs. 10 oz. & 19 inches long
Four. That is the number of times I was scheduled for an elective induction because of my fast labors. Three of those days I didn't receive a call. This was for many reasons - hot weather=dehydrated mamas going into labor, low hospital staff due to summer vacations, and, perhaps the most important reason, I was healthy and they didn't feel a need to get me in. I think I had a pretty good attitude about not getting calls and being left hanging around town considering how I expected things to go. However, on the fourth day I was scheduled for the induction (August 3rd), I was done. I didn't want to be scheduled for another induction. I didn't care if that meant barely making it to the hospital or not at all. I just didn't want to stay in town waiting for a phone call that may or may not come.
So I called my doctor's office and at this point, me and the nurse, Susie, were on a first name basis. She asked how I was doing and I said, "Honestly, I'm starting to feel frustrated. I don't want to be scheduled for another induction if it's not going to happen."
Long story short, she called the hospital and they immediately called me and told me to bust a move and get to the hospital before any more laboring pregnant women get there. So we did. I drove the kids with me to the hospital and Darren met us there, as well as my mom and sister (who was going to take the kids back to our house).
After getting checked in, they started me on Pitocin at about 11 a.m. This gave me consistent contractions about every 3 minutes but they didn't hurt. I spent most of this time standing and squatting to get things moving (hopefully).
I stayed at a 4 and in the +1 position but my "cervix was softening" (I still don't completely understand what that totally means).
By 2 p.m. the hospital doctor came in to break my water. I was so nervous because when my water broke with Isaiah, I immediately went into active labor. Not this time. Only a tiny trickle came out because her head was so low and it took about 30 minutes or so before I actually felt strong enough contractions that I had to breathe through them.
By 4 p.m. I was in active labor. My nurse, Jackie, tried to have to labor on my side with what she called a peanut between my legs. I lasted about 2 contractions because it hurt so bad. The majority of labor was back labor so I spent the rest of the time on all fours and a good majority of that time asking for Jesus to, "HELP ME!" to which my mom responded, "He is, honey." "No He's not!" I argued. Labor is hard folks. Yes. Yes, it is.
At 5 p.m. I was a 6.
At 5:20 p.m. I asked for the epidural. (Beforehand, I told them I have done it both ways so I wasn't sure what I was going to do.) It seemed like they were going to get it but Darren said it was pretty clear they were stalling. He thinks because they knew I could do it naturally. And I have to say, they were incredibly encouraging. They did give me a painkiller in my IV at about 5:30 and it did not take the pain away but did help me relax in between contractions. I felt kind of drunk. And it only lasted about 15 minutes. I had reached an 8 at this point.
By 5:45 p.m. I wanted to push. My other nurse Julia said, "Do not push, you will tear your cervix!" (It was still behind Emmie's head). This was by far the worst pain I had ever felt: not pushing when you want to. This was also when everyone started filing in the room and getting ready for the baby.
By 6 p.m. or so I was a 10 and ready to push. "Don't push! Your doctor isn't here yet." My response: "She doesn't need to be here!" And for those of you that know me, know I am not a yeller. Like at all. So yelling at a room full of nurses made my mom and Darren chuckle a bit. And again, not pushing was the worst pain I have every felt so maybe I had every right to yell.
5 minutes later my doctor runs in and I yelled, "What took you so long?!?!" She just smiled. Bless her. Three pushes later Emmie was out. It took 2 pushes for her head because she had her hand by her face. Ouch. And one for her shoulders. Then she was out and in my arms and it was like she's always been here and we can't imagine life without her.
She has REDDISH brown hair and blue eyes. She scream/squeals when she wants attention and doesn't cry much other than that. She's very smiley and has a pretty easy-going temperament so far. She fits right in to our now family of FIVE.
Our first family photo. The kids were in awe and have been such great helpers at home. (Seriously they hold her while I cook, clean...type this. Love them!)
Darren was able to video our first moment with her and it's pretty special...and funny because I'm in tears saying, "Hi, honey! I'm so happy you're here...." then I turn to my doctor and say, "Thank you for coming. I'm sorry I yelled at you. I'm sorry I yelled at all of you." My doctor then says, "It's okay. I got flipped off trying to get here in time." Dr. Henderson is seriously the best...she is funny and sarcastic and smart and listens to me as a patient. I really had such a great experience with her as my doctor.
As a matter of fact, I've had great experiences with all my doctors, nurses, and hospitals. I feel like there's so much heat on doctors and hospitals for overmedicating and not respecting patient wishes that I think it's important to recognize those that do care deeply for their patients and provide excellent care for mothers and their babies.
Dr. Bales at Mary Birch Hospital for Women in San Diego. (I don't remember my nurses names but they were great!)
Dr. Panzer at St. Joe's in Tacoma, the triage nurse was the best birth coach ever. My post-partum nurse was amazing too.
Dr. Henderson at Good Samaritan in Puyallup, my nurses were Jackie, Julia, Kate and Karen.
If you know any of them, high five them for me. They rock!

Daddy's first time holding Emmie.

Moments after she was born. Mascara face and all.

The kids were able to come in an hour after she was born and were so amazed she is here.

Maci was in awe and so proud to be a big sister.
Post-partum stuff (Because I know you want to know):
I had some really heavy bleeding immediately after giving birth. You know those softball sized blood clots they talk about? Totally me this time. Because of this they kept me on a Pitocin drip for most of the night and it really helped control my bleeding. Who knew? And now less than two weeks post-partum, that whole situation is more under control than my previous two.
Breast feeding is going great. Using the shield like I always do and so far it has been way less painful. Emmie is having trouble keeping up with my milk so I'm pumping twice each day to stock up and until everything starts regulating a bit.
I'm still getting hot flashes and chills at night so I'm anxious for those to go away. Hormones are a beast, aren't they? Emmie is a pretty good sleeper and typically gives me at least one 3-4 hour stretch. So let's all shout, "hallelujah" for that!
This has been the best home transition we've had so far. It helps that Isaiah and Maci are 5 and 3 and can actually help. They will hold her while I make lunches or clean the kitchen, get me clean diapers, and throw away dirty ones. They absolutely adore her and are fascinated by nursing. :)

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