So we did it! We had a baby!
Her name is Quinn and she is my life...all of it. She is love. Everything that my life has been up until this point has been to nurture this child. I'm so blessed and grateful.
I will tell the tale quickly of my labor and delivery, and post a few pics. I'm not going to make it long and drawn out because then I wont post. My attention span these days is for baby cries and diaper changes.
On January 23rd, I was admitted to Summit Hospital because my blood pressure had been high, I was not feeling well and my doctor wanted to induce labor. It was a beautiful evening not a chill or snow flurry in sight. After being admitted, my husband and I went to my room and I changed into my gown. While being asked a ton of questions by the nurses we hear an alarm sound, followed by "Code Black Code Black". The nurse said that it was a tornado warning and I would have to cart myself, big belly and IV down to a tornado safe room with no windows.
By the time it was safe to return to my room about an hour later, my blood pressure was sky high. To lower the risks my doctor decided that even though I had only been there three hours, I should get an epidural right away, as it would bring my pressure down. It did, the epidural worked like a charm. And I thought it was horrific. Every minute of it. If at all avoidable I do not want to ever get another epidural for the rest of my life. I'm not being over dramatic, I just hated that needle in my back.
After the epidural, we waited and waited and waited. I hated the feeling of my feet being asleep and not being able to feel my body. But slowly I dilated until the nurse came in and said..."Oh you are at ten and I can feel the hair on her head. Let me call the doctor so she can come and you can start pushing." By this time I had been waiting for almost 24 hours and was starving and exhausted. But my focus was on bringing a healthy baby girl into the world, so I put all of that aside.
The nurse left to call my awesome doctor, came back and checked me but seemed taken aback. She told me that I was ten centimeters dilated but I had gone back to seven and she couldn't feel the baby at my pelvis like before. Excuse me???!!!! Imagine my surprise!!! I freaked out and had a panic attack. Yes. Panic attack!!!
I was the pregnant lady yelling at everyone that was telling her to calm down. "Don't tell me to calm down!" Ha! Oh it was a riot. Apparently my bundle of joy had flipped herself over and pulled herself back up into my stomach and she refused to come down the birth canal. We waited three more hours, then the doctor came in and says...."the baby is sending a message that she doesn't want to be delivered that way, I think we should do a C-Section". No. No. No. No.
I cried and cried and cried. That was not my birth plan. At all. After I cried I accepted the reality and allowed them to prep me for surgery. It was not that bad. Had I known it was going to be that easy I would have done it ten hours before I did!
When the tugging and pulling was through, they brought my baby girl over to me and I kissed her on the cheek. It was surreal. Five pounds and ten ounces of bliss. On January 24, 2012 Quinn Elizabeth arrived and it was worth every month, week, day, hour, minute and second of waiting!
So there you have it! Quinn has finally been introduced to the blog world!
