One thing I did when Luke was a baby was use this blog to document our day-to-day at least somewhat regularly. I then copied the posts and photos into a photobook that I had printed. I am so glad I did that. I am going to make an effort to do that again. Granted, with one baby in the house it wasn’t as challenging as it will be this time around. Now that Jude is 2 months old, I finally have some time and energy to start a little writing.
Jude’s 2 month stats:
12 lbs. 5 oz
Head circumference in 90th percentile 😉
Sleeps through the night most nights (!!)
Short naps during the day
Loves “gooing” and “gaahing”
Gets super excited at the sounds of his brother and sister’s voices.
And now to back up a bit with the birth story…
The end of this pregnancy was completely different than the other two. With L and E I never had a contraction until I was in active labor (after 40 weeks). This time I had my first real contraction around 34 weeks and they continued pretty consistently from that point forward. Between 39 and 40 weeks I had a couple days where I thought, “this has to be it” and I would go wear myself out walking (fun places like Target and Ikea, of course) but the contractions would fizzle.
Finally, on the morning of October 27 they were very consistent but not super strong. On the way to Luke’s soccer game they got stronger so once we were there I started walking. I walked by myself, with Kevin, with my dad, with Molly…just kept walking. I had packed my basic hospital bag in the car “just in case.” So, after the game I sent the kids with mom and dad. I knew it was the day but just couldn’t get the contractions consistent enough. We were trying to time them and it was getting really challenging…I couldn’t tell when they were starting and stopping. At some points I felt like they weren’t stopping. We had lunch and went to Target and I decided we should head to the hospital. Once we got there I walked even more. My doctor looked at the monitor strip from where she was and told me “it’s not a classically reactive strip, so we need to get you on Pitocin.” After a lot of back and forth and me voicing my displeasure with this we decided I would continue to be monitored until she arrived and we would go from there. The problem was that she was seeing what I was feeling. I was having 6-7 minute contractions that were sometimes 1-2 minutes apart, sometimes 6 minutes apart. These super long contractions with virtually no break between them were causing his heart rate to dip lower than it should. By the time she got there, things had started to sort out more evenly so she said I could get in the tub to labor as long as I wanted. I did for a while but felt like I wasn’t handling the contractions as well as I wanted. I stalled at 6-7 cm for a couple hrs and at that point was ready for the epidural. Things are kind of a blur from that point on- I remember feeling really shaky and light-headed and them giving me meds because my blood pressure kept dropping. After a couple hours I pushed the call button and let them know it was time.
This is where it gets a little crazy. When she broke my water during labor there was meconium. I freaked out and she said not to worry. When I told her about Luke ingesting the meconium she said that was very rare but a NICU team would be in the room just in case. The pushing phase begins and goes about an hour when the doctor said she was going to leave and let me keep pushing. I didn’t realize it at the time, but at this point she thought there was no way I was going to be able to push him out. While she was gone, I moved from the position they had me in because I knew I WAS pushing this baby out. Thankfully, at this point, the epi had worn off and I had full sensation or else I would’ve given up. Let’s just say it was a rough half hour until the doctor returned. Dr. L came back in, looked and said, “okay, I’m going to tell you to push then I’ll tell you to stop.” Well, I thought she meant she would tell me to stop for a couple seconds. The next thing I know she says, “STOP! YOU HAVE TO STOP. And yelled at the nurse “PRIORITY 1!” Apparently Priority 1 meant that she could not get the baby our by herself and I had to wait for yet another NICU team to get there. I told her I couldn’t stop he had to come out now. Kevin kept saying very sternly “look at my eyes. Look at me. You can’t. You have to stop.” I just remember praying (loudly) “Jesus please help me. Lord please. I have to get him out now!!” It took about 2 min (says Kevin, I swear at least 5) for about 5 more people to run in the room 2 nurses jumped on top of me pushing my belly so hard. I just remember I was looking at Kevin the whole time watching his face. Jude came out pretty fast after that but they didn’t let Kevin cut the cord and didn’t lay him on top of me at all. Kevin’s face got pretty fearful at this point and he followed the nurses and Jude over to where they were suctioning him. Thankfully he almost immediately started crying. One nurse also told me right away that he was okay. (with Luke, they wouldn’t tell me that and he didn’t cry for a very long time). They worked on him for a long time but he was screaming so I felt okay about it. The long and short of the situation is that Jude was somewhat transverse and very stuck. He presented with his head sideways and was without oxygen for about 70 seconds.
I am glad I wrote some of this right after Jude’s birth because honestly a lot of that is a blur now. I remember the pain and the fear but mostly I remember being so thankful to be holding a beautiful, big, healthy baby. So thankful for another amazing blessing.