The Birth Story

OK...this is for my own journal purpose, read on if you would like.

Tuesday night October 6th I was having some pretty consistent contractions so I figured if this was the real thing I'd better get to bed. I woke up Wednesday morning and nothing was going on. I checked my phone and realized I had received a text from a friend who wanted to go walking, I told her I was going to go to the high school and walk up and down the bleachers to see if that got things going and asked her if she wanted to come along. She agreed and by 7am we were off. I walked a couple of times around the track and then started climbing the bleacher up and down. After about 15 minutes I knew something was going on cause I thought I was peeing my pants. (About 7:45am) I soon realized it wasn't pee but that my water had broke. I told my friend and she's said "well let's keep walking and see if things keep going." We walked a couple more times around the track and by this time my pants were soaked. Not to mention there were several high school kids there using the track. I hope they didn't see anything. I wanted to get home and do some laundry and pick up a little bit before the contractions got too painful so we headed home.

By the time we got home I was soaked...I've never experienced my water breaking like this before and I had no idea how much water was in me. I soaked through every hand towel we had as I was doing the chores around the house and then was soaking through the big bath towels. I had to get the boys laundry done because they had absolutely no clean clothes and my bathroom needed to be cleaned so I had to finish that. I packed the bag for the hospital, called my sister and my mom to come take the boys and Brandon finished up a few last minute work things that needed to be taken care of. My brother ended up coming and picking up the boys and by noon Brandon and I were headed to the hospital.

I checked in at the triage place and was only dilated to a three. I was kind of bummed but wasn't expecting much more considering my contractions were consistent but not super painful. Once I was checked they moved me into the labor and delivery room and I was assigned the nicest nurse ever. Her name was Emilee and she was great. I told her I wasn't expecting to have an epidural and she never pressured me any other way. Once I was all checked out by her and she found the baby's heart rate to be good we were off and walking the halls. I didn't know my way around this hospital at all but now I do. We walked and walked and walked and walked. Brandon thinks we walked about two miles total. I would have to come back every so often and she would check me and the baby and then we would be off again.

By 5:30pm I could feel things were starting to progress and contractions were getting more intense. My doctor stopped by on his was home and checked me. By this time I was at a 5 almost 6. He suggested they start me on pitocin to get things moving a little faster. I knew I wanted to hold off on that for a little while...I do not like that stuff. I had it with Boston and it was not pleasant. I told him I wanted to get in the shower, try to relax and see if that did anything. He said that wouldn't be a problem then he told me he wasn't on call that night but the other doctor would be here and take care of everything. So off he went and into the shower I went.

I stayed in the shower from 6pm-7pm got back on the bed so the nurse could check me and I was at a 7. The doctor on call also came in about 7pm and said he figured I had a few more hours so he was headed home for dinner and would be back later that night. Yes, progress was being made...it was also starting to get very intense. I told the nurse I needed to go to the bathroom, got off the bed, took care of business then once I climbed back on the bed I couldn't even roll over to my back the contractions were right on top of each other with no break. I knew transition had hit and this is when I thought to myself "I can't handle this" then my next thought was "you've done it twice before...it's almost over" I told Brandon to call for the nurse and as soon as she came in and saw me I heard her tell Brandon "press that red button." The next thing I knew there was like five people in the room putting on their gear and one said "get everything ready I think this is gonna go fast." I told them I needed to push they were telling me to hold off the doctor wasn't their yet. (By the way it's virtually impossible to hold that feeling off) I kept saying I got to push and I heard the nurses saying the baby's heart rate was way to low. Three women quickly walked in and I asked where the doctor was and one of them said "you've got three doctor's here start pushing" so I pushed. They kept saying push and I kept pushing. Next thing I knew they were saying one more he's right there. I pushed again and out popped a gray lifeless, limp little boy. I saw Brandon's face...I don't ever want to see that face again. I looked over and saw three nurses rubbing his little body and sucking everything out of him. Still no cry. After what seemed like an eternity (although it was only three minutes) I heard this faint little cry that kept getting stronger and stronger. Finally after 10-15 minutes, they weighed him, a whopping 9.8lbs is what the scale said, covered him up and passed him over to me. He was SO sweet. I knew he was supposed to be here and I was so glad it was over. Just about this time is when the doctor on call walked in. He checked me over, took care of the small tear this little guy made and said everything looked good. The little man latched on right away and then was off in dream land. Pops held him and we took lots of pictures. After awhile the nurses cleaned me all up gave me some Motrin for the after birth pains...ouch, the worst yet. And by 1opm I was wheeled down to postpartum for the rest of the night and following day. Baby #3 was given a bath about midnight and looked so peaceful all cleaned up.

My night nurse was great. 7am brought a shift change and the day nurse was good. My doctor came in about 9am and spent a good hour with us. He explained how the baby's body changes right before birth and what happens inside the body for the baby to start breathing air. It is pretty amazing all that takes place. He reassured us that the lifeless body we saw right after birth would be OK. This little guy is two weeks old today and is as happy as can be. He eats great and sleeps like a baby...waking up every few hours. This is the part I'm trying to get used to. It's been along time since I've had a sleepless night. I've forgotten what it's like.

He's here and doing great. He's really only had two major outings. The first was on Monday October 12th to the doctor for his 5 day check up. He was 9lbs 7oz and 21.5 inches long. Then on Wednesday we went back to have his manhood redesigned and he was already 9lbs 14oz. Already growing like a weed.

My body is adjusting to the natural chest augmentation that took place during the night of October 10th. (a.k.a. my milk came in) holy Hanna...pain again. But so worth it. And, it's amazing how much blood one can dispel and still be alive. It's like a never ending period. But I know that it really will end one of these days. I'm looking forward to getting back to exercising and taking this baby and showing him off. However spouse is making me wait longer than usual to take this baby out of the house due to all the flu stuff that is going around.

Again he's so sweet and I'm SOOO glad he's here. Defiantly worth the wait!

Thanks for reading this REALLY LONG post.

He's finally here!

Notice spouses drawing of the new baby about to be delivered.
Yes, that would a picture of a fully dilated cervix. Mature spouse.

One of his first pictures. 9lbs 8oz. 21 inches long. Born October 7, 2009 at 7:49pm
No name yet....still working on it.

First pictures with mom and pops.

Meeting the big brothers for the first time. That was a sweet and special moment.
The brothers were excited.

Details to come in the next post.
Now I must go hold this sweet little man.

Conference Weekend

I thought I would be holding another little guy this weekend as I watched conference but instead I was able to spend Saturday morning with the Young Women fixing breakfast with them and watching the first session together. That was fun. Then we watched the second session as a family then headed out to Mesa for the Priesthood session. Not a bad day.

Sunday morning we slept in then woke up and made some of this for breakfast...

Yummy Belgium waffles with fresh fruit.

Then we set up the tent (this is from our family home evening lesson last Monday, we talked King Benjamin's address as found in Mosiah and how all the people pitched their tents towards the tower to listen to King Benjamin). So Sunday morning we pitched our tent toward the prophet to listen to his council.

That seemed to be a hit with the boys along with their conference packets that they were able to color. I took a late Sunday nap and tried to lay around trying to fight off the head cold that as recently come on, praying it'll leave before the little one arrives.

All-in-all not a bad weekend. Conference is always amazing and makes me want to be a better person.

Event's lately...

I thinks it's safe to say this is why my lower back aches by the end of the day. What do you think?



Made some really great cookies today with the boys. #1 is excited to take one each day for his treat in his lunch at school. The recipe was huge (I forgot to 1/2 it) so we ended up with about 160 delicious cookies. Needless to say if you're wanting a sugar snack come to my freezer!


These two monkey's helped and even stayed right by my side the entire time! That is a miracle as they easily get distracted.


I was also able to finish sorting and storing all past and future clothes. Organized by seasons and size...one bin for the entire year for each size. I didn't think that was too bad. It'll make it so much easier this way when #3 starts wearing bigger sizes.
I was able to get more things crossed off the eventual "to-do" list this past week. Like rotate the tires on the van, organize all photos on the computer to their rightful folders, visit the chiropractor for a final adjustment before baby to make sure everything is in line for delivery of #3, purchase the boys Christmas present for this year, clean out under my bathroom sink (yikes), visit Costco for the purchase of some easy meals for when baby arrives and fix the A/C...well I didn't fix it but I'm thankful for the guy who did...it's been one hot week around here, especially being 40 weeks pregnant.

Maybe tomorrow will be the big day.

P.S. Why do air conditioners always have to break during the hottest time of the year? Luckily this time it didn't cost an arm and a leg...just an arm.

Now the waiting game...

The house is spot-less, again. The laundry is all caught up, folded and put away. The van is clean inside and out. The grocery shopping is done. The bills are paid. The mail is sorted and put away. The camera is charged. The floor is mopped. The playroom is all picked up. The bathroom garbage's are empty. The closet mirrors are free of hand prints. The carpet is proudly displaying it's vacuum marks. The calling is taken care of. The bag is packed.

I had high hopes I would have met my little guy by now. No such luck. It's like being six years old again waiting for Christmas morning but not exactly sure which morning it is. Tomorrow is the official due date. Maybe a miracle will happen tomorrow? If not, I will continue to enjoy the feeling of this little spirit moving around inside me...for that is a feeling I never want to forget. He's moving as I write!

I can't wait til this piece of heaven enters our home. I think his brothers are getting antsy too.

Gotta right this down before I forget...

So yesterday the boys were wrestling on the my bed (shocker) and I hear #2 start to cry...shocker again. Anyhow right before I'm about to walk into the bedroom to see what the problem is I pause outside the door and listen to the conversation that is taking place between #1 & #2. It went like this...

#2 "Ouch, I really got hurt on my foot and my piggies" (aka toes)
#1 "I'm sorry little buddy"
#2 "Make it stop hurting"
#1 "I can say a prayer for you then Heavenly Father can make it stop hurting"
#2 "Ok, say a prayer right now"
#1 In a sweet prayer voice "Heavenly Father, thank you for this day, thank you for my brother. He got hurt on his foot, please make it stop hurting and help him to know I love him."
#2 "It doesn't hurt anymore. Wanna wrestle again?"

It was sweet to listen to them solve the problem. I especially liked the way the solved it...going to Heavenly Father first not me.

Now if only I could remember to go to Heavenly Father first maybe my problems would be solved that fast.

Ohhh what a night

Tuesday evenings always seem to be the evenings from you know where...I think someone is always trying to stop me from getting to mutual on time and in a good mood.

It all started when #2 was whining and complaining about being hungry...I was just about to start dinner when boom, he pulls off the front panel to one of the kitchen drawers in the island and falls back so hard hitting the back of his head on the tile which caused blood to come out of his nose. Not good. I hold and rock him, get him called down and watch him to make sure everything is all right.

Then about 20 mins later the door bell rings and the boys run to answer it. A kind looking gentleman is there asking for spouse. I let him know spouse is not home to which he responds, "are you his wife?" Right after I said "yes" I knew I made a mistake. He then proceeds to pull some papers from behind his back and serves me with a photo radar ticket for spouse. That's when I felt like knocking him up the side of the head. Then I remembered it's not his fault spouse was speeding, he's just here doing his job. I am still irritated to have an extra bill to pay especially right now when anything extra is going towards paying for the baby.

Then the phone starts ringing...rides are needed to mutual. I still needed to finish dinner for the family, drop off the little one I was watching, and get to the church all in about a 10 minute period.

Then spouse calls and says he won't be home on time and I have to take the boys with me to mutual until he gets there. Gurrrr

I left the kitchen a complete wreck, headed out and was about 1/2 way to the church and realized #2 didn't have a shirt on...just shorts and slippers. I didn't even bother to turn around. He's a boy...boys can get away with not wearing shirts right?

It ended up being ok as spouse got to the church about the same time we did and was able to bring the boys back home without anyone seeing my half naked child. All-in-all I felt very tired before walking into the church. Then I remembered it was personal progress night...the best night of the month, I have nothing to take care of and a great personal progress person that handles everything so well on her nights. It all ended up being ok but now I must get to bed as the craziness will start all over again tomorrow!