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Tuesday, October 27, 2009

Smilin Rilynn

Rilynn has been smilin more and more and I finally caught it on my camera! Oh there's nothin sweeter!

Friday, October 23, 2009

Birth Story - warning, this is long

Well mine was a planned birth story. No, "honey I think it's time, get our bags". I've honestly been putting off writing this post because I needed to be more emotional stable (not that I am now emotionally stable, but enough, I believe, to go ahead and share...and I need to write about this for my own mental well-being). Pretty much, everything I was afraid would happen during my labor process happened - with the exception of anything life-threatening happening to me or Rilynn..which I am very thankful for.

I went in to the hospital to be induced on Wednesday evening. They started an antibiotic (and that IV hurt like the dickens) because of my Strep B and did that thing that's supposed to soften the cervix. I had to lie sideways for two hours. Then I was able to sit however I wanted and I could eat and drink up until midnight.

The nurses got me up a bit before 6:00 AM Thursday morning and I was able to take a shower. Then, back to the bed - where I stayed until Saturday mid-morning.

Pitocin was started around 6:30AM. The doctor came in. I will leave her name out because of what I will say. We will refer to her as Dr. C (short for Doctor c-section). When she first came in, the first words out of her mouth, after good morning, were "You understand this is probably going to end in a c-section right?" Um, no...I thought I was being induced to AVOID a c-section. Why would you tell me that? She then proceeded to say if I didn't progress in the labor process by the afternoon, that they'd unhook everything and try it all again the next morning...oh, unless I wanted to do a c-section instead.

Dr. C continued to say how big she thought my baby was. Look, I know my belly was pretty stinkin big. But she, of all people, should know by now that big belly doesn't necessarily mean giant, unbirthable baby. Septtro told me later she saw him in the hall and said, "I'm really sorry if the baby turns out to be 6 or 7 pounds but I really think she's gonna be big". So apparently, she really didn't know for sure...never did she mention a 6 or 7 pound baby in my presence.

Early labor was fairly easy. I honestly didn't really feel the contractions much at all. My mom was pretty amazed at that.

Around 2:30PM or so, my mom was sitting at the edge of the bed rubbing my feet and I felt a small trickle. I told her I think my water may have broken. I didn't call the nurse right away because I thought maybe I'd look stupid. About a minute later, I called her and she checked. Oh yeah, it was my water. That was a weird feeling.

After that, the contractions got REALLY strong. I started asking for the epidural. Look, I knew I was gonna be hooked to an IV because I was being induced so I already planned to use the drugs to avoid pain. They said it'd be about 45 minutes before they could give me the epidural. In the meantime, they gave me the stupidest drug in the entire world. I don't know the name of it and I honestly don't remember giving them permission to give it to me. I do remember the lady saying, "This won't take the pain away but it will just make you not care as much". Oh really? Have you taken it? It was seriously awful. It didn't take ANY of the pain away. Here's what it was like: "Oh, here I am in la-la land. I feel like I've been in a deep sleep for hours and hours. Ouch, what's that? Ow, ow owie! Something hurts in my tummy. Oh, wait, I remember I'm in labor now. Ow the pain! Oh, it's getting better now. Breathe. Ok, back to la-la land." This was repeated over and over again. And this dumb drug made me so drowsy for the rest of the labor process. I was aware of what was going on. But when they finally came to do the epidural, I could barely sit up on my own. I was ohhhhh so tired. Just let me sleep. Stupid, ridiculous drug that is a mean trick to pregnant women and it should be banned forever. I remember Dr. C coming in at that point and saying, "Ok we might actually do this". Thanks for the encouragement doc!

At some point, Dr. C came back in and talked about doing a c-section. She said there's a really high chance of me having a 4th degree tear and/or the baby's shoulders being too big. She then asked how many kids I wanted. I told her perhaps 4. She said that once you go down the road of c-section, you have to keep having c-sections (not true cause my mom had two VBACs) and there are also complications with having too many...like the uterus and placenta fusing together or something like that. Keep placing those pebbles on your c-section scale Dr. C - it's definitely starting to tip your way.

So I got my epidural. Ahh, I should feel nothing now. The nurse went to check me again. Hmm, I can kinda feel that. Maybe they just have the drugs lower than normal. The more prodding they did, the more I felt. And I could still feel the contractions. I thought I was just really gassy. And I said I felt some pressure - like gas pressure. "Oh that's normal". My mom was texting my sister in law. She said really bad gas pains are what contractions feel like. After more prodding from the nurse and more moaning from me, the nurse finally called them back in to redo the epidural. This time, it worked. Oh, so THAT's what no pain feels like. By this time, I was already at 9 centimeters and in a flash, I was at 10 centimeters. I had gone through the transitional phase of labor without pain medication - all while on pitocin which increases the intensity of the contractions. I think I should get my money back for the epidural.


They let me sleep a little bit after I was at 10 centimeters - that was around 9:00PM. I thought that was weird but ok. So I slept for about an hour. I remember the nurse waking me up and saying, "Ok are you ready to push?" to which I responded, "Can you give me a minute to wake up first?"

So everybody was excused except the nurse and Septtro. I started pushing, they did the counting to 10 thing. I wasn't sure I was pushing right because I couldn't feel anything. The nurse said I was (thank you TLC and Baby Story). We kept going, and going, and going. The nurse said I was starting to swell and bruise. We kept pushing. The nurses changed shifts. We took a 10 minute break. The nurse said she could see the baby's head but she really wasn't moving much at all. Dr. C came in and started putting more c-section pebbles on the scale. "I really think you need to do a c-section". I knew I didn't want a c-section. That was a last resort as far as I was concerned. I told her I really didn't want to do that. We resumed pushing. After each push, I would ask the nurse if the baby had moved down at all - to which I was told, "No not really". After an hour and a half, Dr. C returned and kept mentioning a c-section. She said we could try to lessen the epidural so I could feel more. We did that. I didn't feel an urge to push but could feel the contractions really badly again. I pushed - not much progress. We changed positions. I pushed...not much happening. We changed positions two more times. I was exhausted, frustrated, and in pain. I felt alone even with so many people in the room. I looked at Septtro and asked him to tell me what to do. He didn't want to make that decision. I asked the nurse....I was looking for guidance. Was a c-section REALLY necessary? Nobody would say - oh, nobody except for Dr. C. It was clear from the beginning she thought a c-section was the way to go.

Septtro would say he'd support me no matter what I decided. I asked the nurses again if she was moving at all. I was told they really didn't think she was going to fit. So I said it - the words I regret..."Ok, let's do the c-section then".

Looking back, I was in such a vunerable state. Looking back, I wish so much I would have insisted we keep trying. I'm sure there were other things we could have done. Yes, I had pushed for two hours. But Rilynn was fine, I was fine...I could have gone longer. But I felt the pebbles Dr. C had been placing on that scale all day had finally tipped it in her favor. I caved. I feel like I caved to what she wanted instead of doing what I wanted and felt was best.

The c-section went fine. She was born at 12:49 AM on September 25th. I heard her cry - and I immediately fell in love.

I remember them saying, "Yeah I really don't think she would have fit" after they saw her. They cleaned her up and gave her to Septtro. I couldn't hold her. I couldn't even touch her. I hated that. After stitching me up, they gave her to me and wheeled me to my new room. It was done. She was here.
Before all this happened, people would tell me when I mentioned my fears of being induced and having a c-section that when she got here, how she got here wouldn't matter. Not true. It does matter...it still matters. It's something I'm still struggling with. I feel I was robbed of the birthing experience I longed for. I can barely watch baby shows now without tearing up - seeing women birth their babies. Was I just too small to birth babies? Is that possible? Can I not have a lot of kids now? Will I EVER get to experience a natural birth? I felt jipped. I feel jipped. I feel duped. I feel I was taken advantage of during a very vunverable time. Emotions run high after you give birth - a lot of my tears have been due to having a c-section. I think it would have been easier to accept had it been because Rilynn's health was in danger or my health was in danger. But it wasn't. I felt Dr. C wanted it all along - and she won. "You obviously can't birth your own baby, so let me do it for you" - that's how I feel.

I plan to talk to Dr. C about this at my postpartum checkup. I know I'll cry. But I want to know - if they were so concerned about the size of my baby, why did they wait so long to induce? I had an ultrasound at 37 weeks indicating she was around 7 pounds 11 ounces. Nobody mentioned at that point they felt she'd become too big for me to birth. My gestational diabetes numbers had been slightly high but they said I'd passed. But that was also brought up during labor, but not before, as a reason why I should opt for a c-section.
Recovering from the c-section was horrible. I hated being confined to a bed. I couldn't get up to tend to my crying newborn. That was hard.

I know, and knew before this began, that I placed myself under the care of this practice. And I know God is sovereign. And I know God is good. He allowed me to go through this experience. I need to accept that. I will accept that. I'm just not sure I'm there yet. I guess I'm mad - yeah, I'm mad at the doctor - and slightly upset with my decision. I guess I regret it. But I can't stay that way. I can't become bitter. I don't think I should get a sick feeling in my stomach when I see the hospital where we were. But I do. But I'll get past this. I just need time - and lots of prayer.

But again, she's here. Oh she's here! And my how I love her! She is a precious, precious gift.

Friday, October 16, 2009

More Newborn Pics

There are more pics on Kelli's photography website. Click HERE, then click on photo shoots at the bottom and find our gallery (Sene). The password is rilynn.

I absolutely LOVE the pictures and know we will treasure them forever. Thanks again Kelli - you're awesome! There may be more added later so check back every once and a while.

Wednesday, October 14, 2009

Rilynn's first photoshoot

We had some newborn pictures done of Rilynn last week. She did really well, thankfully, and we were able to capture some great shots!

To see a preview of the pictures, click HERE.

Big thanks to Kelli for working so well with my precious girl - and a big thanks to her family for letting me steal her away for several hours.

I'll let you know when more are available.

Sunday, October 11, 2009

Cutie Patootie

Rilynn lost her umbilical cord in the middle of the night last night. Now it's easier to put cute lil pants on her. :) Too bad she won't be able to wear this outfit very long. I think it's pretty stinkin cute.

Friday, October 9, 2009

go to sleep

Rilynn has been a pretty good sleeper for the most part. We tend to have to wake her up to eat in the middle of the night because she won't cry. My mom said that's how I was.

However, lately she hasn't been sleeping in between feedings as much and has been fussier. It's been a huge challenge trying to figure out the reason behind the crying...gas, hunger, need to cuddle. I know I'll eventually be able to read her better but it's so hard to watch her be so upset and not know how to help.

Being a mom is definitely a blessing. It's one of the hardest things I've ever done but when she does stop crying and looks at me with those huge brown eyes, it makes everything else not seem to matter. :)

Oh, I better go. She's crying again.

Thursday, October 1, 2009

Alert lil lady

Any Resemblance?

My mom brought over my baby book and we found this picture. I know Rilynn has a lot of Septtro's features but I can see her in my baby picture - mostly my little chinny chin chin. What do you think?