Cora
Rose Shea
Born
July 9th, 2012
9lbs 3
oz and 21 inches long
We are
in Love!
So,
I know that I should be resting, but within the hour my little girl is going to
be brought in to me to feed from the hospital nursery…baby… girl…ours…
wow! This whole day has truly been unreal!
It
started really Sunday (July 8th) morning after a particular
contracty (I know not a word…but those that have been through it understnd)
Saturday night. Going to backtrack a little bit; on Thursday (6th)
this week my doctor had offered to induce me that very
evening. After discussing with my doctor and husband, at the
time we decided against it. Our doctor said she could never really
know for sure, but she really thought I would go within a day or two
anyway. I was 3 cm dilated, 85% effaced, and baby was
LOW. I had been going through pretty constant early labor for over
two weeks too…very little sleep, very stressed. I think she saw I was
done before I was ready to admit it to myself. Anyway, on Thursday
she stripped my membranes and sent me home…hopeful that it would be it in a few
days…maybe within 12 to 24 hours.
Wow...I
was hopeful. Right away that evening they started coming and coming
hard. I knew they weren't it, but I felt they were so close...same
as the next day, and Saturday...
So,
Sunday morning I was done...a large part of me hoped that I would go in and
have the doctor just break my water, and that just be enough to get
things going. She had mentioned that may be the
case. I was nervous, and honestly somewhat
regretful after I made the call (not anymore now of course), but I put a call
out to my doctor Sunday afternoon. Now, I knew she was on duty that
evening through Monday evening, but I did not dream that she would be willing
and ready to get things on the road that day. I was hopeful
maybe for Monday morning or later that week (my due date is July 11th,
if I have not mentioned that already).
I left
a message with a nurse at Mercy and about 15 minutes my phone was
ringing! It was her! I was about in tears…who am I was
kidding? I was crying...and so excited and
relieved. She asked if I was done. I admitted
to her, yes. She asked me when I was ready to get this show on
the road…I told her whenever she was ready... really sooner was
better. I am glad that I was sitting when she said, “why don’t
you come to the hospital in a few hours, I’ll break your water, and we will see
what happens.”
Wow…not
what I expected, but I was so grateful and so excited! Yes,
Steve and I had some last minute frenzied packing and messing to do with the
house, maybe a small melt down or two, and we were on our way. We
were having a baby! Now….I will admit here that we have been to
Mercy ER…err a few times before. It was so nice this time going in
knowing that it was it. Steve even grabbed our red bag and carried
it in! So final!
So, at 3:00 P.M. Sunday,
July 8th, we were admitted. They monitored me for a
good hour and found that I was close to active labor. Maybe just a
hint now over 3 cm, but my doctor was hopeful that things would progress
with just the breaking of my water. At 4:00 P.M. my
doctor came and broke my water. Now, for 3 or 4 hours labor
really started progressing fairly nicely on it's own. Steve and I
did a lot of walking. My lovely and loved second coach, my sister
Lesa Reimer, arrived within a few hours to help . Also, the
majority of these awesome pictures below are thanks to her. We
played on complete mean game of Phase 10 (which I won…ty very
much!). Things were progressing pretty nicely.
Then
at 7:00 P.M.
my labor started to backtrack. Contractions were painful, but
started getting off track and going every minute and then started gapping more
and more in between. It was about 8:00 P.M. that we
decided to start Pottosin , just a little. 1
drip. It helped I needed a little more push, so after an
hour they increased it by 1 more drip.
Labor
really started, active and hard, at around 10:30 P.M. Wow…not
sure what I expected, but ouch! Trying to block out those few
hours. Those ladies that go natural, my hat is off to
you! You know, I did my best…went walking, sat in the tub,
even got out the birthing ball (it was out…I don’t think I actually used it but
I remember requesting it and seeing it there). The following is the
only 'in labor' picture that I allowed my husband to take of me, and I really
felt like I was being generous!
At
1:00 A.M. I was ready for this blessed thing that is called an
epidural. I still think back to those 10 minutes after receiving the
epidural with so much fondness! It was the second best thing I have
ever felt (the best thing is soon to come) … or not felt in my
life! I love Epidurals! I love the guy who
gave the Epidural! Ok..done with the Epidural…ah one more…awww
Epidrual.
So,
at 1:15 A.M.
I received my epidural (LOVE). They did check me right before,
and I was pretty discouraged to hear that I was only at 4
cm. I think I was hoping for at least 6 with the torture
I felt I had been going through the last few horuse, but my doctor and coaches
reassured me that it was good, it was ok. My doctor
wanted me to at least try to get into good active labor, and I was
there. Now, they wanted me to try to get to sleep because tomorrow
would be a long day.
So…didn’t
really sleep…lol, just laid in numbness heaven. I remember
Steve was on the computer and I mentioned a few times he would try to get to
sleep (Lesa was resting in another room)…but I remember I kept
talking I think it was around 2 A.M. that I voiced to Steve a
concern that was creeping up on me. I was thinking I had to
poop. For those that don’t know, when you have an
epidural you can’t get up from the bed.
Now, I
know people had told me before, and I just honestly even knew
beforehand that feeling the urge to have a BM is really a sign of being
close, but the thought honestly didn’t cross my mind. I was
still in blessed epiduralness (love making up words). It had only
been a good hour and a half sense they had checked me last! At 3:00 I told my
husband that I was going to call my nurse.
She
came in and I told her my concern…she of course knew she had to check
me. I could hardly believe my ears when she told me, “Yup, you
are 10. Time to call the doctor.”
Yes, I
went from 4 cm dilated to 10 in under two hours. !!!!!!
I just
remember shaking….I was told that it was natural of the hormones, but I was
also pretty certain I was sad about saying goodbye to the epidural hours before
I thought I was going to. Everything really happeend so fast,
honestly!
My
sister was there, our parents were called, and suddenly there my doctor was
there at 3:30
A.M ready to go. In the ½ hour it
took my doctor to make it to the room our little Cora went from about 4 inches
away from crowning to almost 2 inches just from sitting up and doing some minor
practice pushing with the nurse. Actually, only 1 practice push with
the nurse after she realized that my practice push pushed our little girl's
head a good inch forward. She was an anxious to meet us as we her.
So…doctor
was there and told me it was already time to push. Cora was there,
I was feeling all of the needed urges. I know some people have good
luck and some not very good with this during an epidural, but I felt the urge
but really no pain…just a lot of pressure. There was pain, but
it was relief pain at the end. So hard to explain, but the
whole 4 pushes it took to help our little girl out into the world were the most
wonderful pains/pressures I have ever felt. I guess I started
pushing at about 3:45 and
at 4:01 little
Miss Cora Rose made her way into the world. That final push, the
pressure, pain, and hearing that cry…well, has me bawling right now just
thinking back to it.
So…now
I am going to just bombard you with pictures…most which are again
thank to the coach/photographer/sister that helped me through
this. She says that she did nothing, but just having her there
really helped tons! Also, my husband was a rock star during all of
this! I really could not have asked for a more attentive and
helpful person to help me through this.
Cora
is just minutes old. Just wiped her down and doing an examination.
Cora
getting weighed. 9 lbs 3 oz and 21 inches! I still can't believe
how big she is! We were told the entire time we were measuring
small. The doctor asekd me how I was hiding her.
Very
proud daddy! Steve can't keep his hands off her...even when it is time
for her first nursing and he isn't quite ready to share :)
It's tough being a baby
Couldn't
believe what I was holding. I still can't stop staring at
her!
Steve makes her look so small!
A very proud grandma!
Mary Zittergruen. She looks like she has had some practice!
Grandpa
Sheryl (Zittergruen) looks like he knows what he's doing too :)
My coach,
photographer, and sister Lesa Reimer
Trying to
wake her up to eat...sleepy gal!
Another very proud Grandma, LuAnn Shea
Also
very well practiced :)
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