|The cousins come to Belmont Park|
|First Camp of the Summer|
|Spencer Graduates Preschool|
|Last day of 1st grade!|
|Happy Father’s Day!|
|Elliott’s first Piano recital|
My baby is already 9 months old. She is crawling quickly now, standing up, pulling up on everything and starting to pull this off of higher shelves and tables, traveling across furniture, she eats the same food we all do, she has 3 full teeth in and 2 half way and another breaking through.
She is a very tall baby and is wearing size 12 month clothes. She is a joy to be around. Smiles abound. She lights up a room with her happy demeanor and easy going personality. She love the boys and wants to be right in the middle of their action. Her favorite activity is playing in the dog water.
I can not imagine my life without this person in it. She is a magical being.
Current skills include sitting up, rocking back and forth on my hands and knees, putting my mouth on everything, and pulling myself up onto my knees.
I have 2 teeth coming in on the bottom. I love smiling. And I am enjoying eating.
I don’t cry often, but when I do I am usually tired or want to nurse. I laugh freely, and can easily make my brothers smile.
My biggest boy has his first loose tooth. I wiggle it every day. He is not impressed.
My little girl has her first tooth coming in.
Somehow this timing is symbolic, but I am simply too tired to analyze it in detail. *sigh*
Update: Make that 2 and 2! 2 loose for Elliott and 2 coming in for Trea.
The delivery was a c-section. My choice. Many people will silently judge me for making that decision. Many people will envy the fact that I was able to make the decision, when so often women are forced/coerced into having c-sections when they aren’t medically necessary. I chose this option. The OB on-call tried her hardest to talk me out of it–reminding me of all of the benefits of a vaginal delivery and the possible complications of a c-section. She was very positive, affirming and persuasive; and I love that she tried so hard to empower me.
Here is my story of why I chose an elective C-section for my final birth.
I was in tremendous pain for several days before the delivery-I’ve had pubic bone separation and hip pain for months that made walking, moving and standing painful. I have had this since early in pregnancy, however, the last week of my pregnancy was by far the worst. On top of being in acute pain every time I moved, I was sick–headache, sore throat, fever and body aches. I was exhausted and wasn’t sleeping–3 nights running with little to no sleep.
The day before Trea was born, I had my 40 week OB appointment. Every time someone touched me for the simplest of procedures I cringed. My nerves were shot–and I was edgy. I begged (and actually cried in her office) my OB to induce me on Fri morn. She agreed, after giving me the lecture on risks of uterine rupture (up from 0.5% to 1.5%) and other complications. I went home feeling excited about the next day and optimistic that there was an end in sight. Tomorrow I would be holding my little girl.
Jeff’s parents arrived that afternoon, and I spent the afternoon in bed, hiding under the blankets with a fever. We got everyone settled for the night and I decided on a bath and then bed, as my indication appt was at 6am. Best to get as much sleep as possible. During my bath, I realized that I had not felt Trea move for a while…and she typically moved a lot! I decided, for the first time in my pregnancy, to do a formal kick count. I took 90 minutes and had only felt a few movements. I freaked out. I made Jeff take me back to L&D to be sure she was OK.
She was fine, but I wasn’t. I was panicked, my heart rate was high, and I was on edge. I was scared and exhausted. We spent a good portion of the night in L&D waiting for tests and doctors. They were very busy with many women in labor and delivering.
I decided then, just a few hours from my induction, and after considering my mental and physical state, the expected size of Trea (9 lbs or more), my hemorrhoids (out of control!), the recovery experience I had with Spencer and the risks, to opt for a c-section. We went home and rested for a few hours–the first chunk of sleep I had in days! It felt great and I felt at peace.
L&D was busy when we arrived. Our appt. was moved back several times for emergent C-sections. Everything went fine during the procedure, though I was so very nervous! I was most nervous about the epidural (I received a spinal block). It went fine–though they did stick me twice! And to make matters worse the nursing staff was counting their instruments while I was getting the spinal block. The names of the instruments and the counting of them is a disconcerting experience. I remember it vividly from Elliott’s birth. I tried to go to my happy place, and hoped that I wouldn’t feel anything during the surgery (I didn’t).
Jeff was able to capture an amazing picture of Trea’s first moments of life outside the womb.
|Welcome to the world!|
After they removed her, Trea had some trouble breathing on her own. They suctioned a ton of fluid from her tummy and gave her oxygen, but she was still struggling. The doctors brought her over for a moment, and then they took her to the NICU-Jeff went with her. I was left alone in the OR while they finished up my surgery and transferred me to the recovery room.
Jeff was moving back and forth from the NICU with Trea, to the recovery room with me. He was giving updates and checking status–back and forth. At one point, he was returning from seeing Trea and was about to walk into recovery only to be stopped by the nurses and me telling him to not look and stand back. I had a slow postpartum hemorrhage, and while it was a lot of blood–it wasn’t enough to need a blood transfusion. But it was enough to cause concern. After both Trea and I were stable, I was allowed to be wheeled in to see her. Finally after 4 plus hours–I was able to see my daughter.
During the time that I was in recovery–Trea received an IV, was on CPAP, and oxygen. She had labs and a chest x-ray. The initial thought was that she aspirated meconium, as there was some discoloration in my amniotic fluid. So, they were treating her for possible sepsis. They also were worried that during her struggle to breathe that she may have collapsed a lung. Additionally, they worried that she might develop pneumonia, as she had fluid in her lungs. The doctors didn’t know what would happen and all of these variables were floating around with no definitive answer. It was a stressful time for Jeff and I both.
|An emotional reunion.|
Our reunion was cut short by me vomiting again (I also vomited right before I hemorrhaged)… and with all of the very sick babies in the NICU they quickly wheeled me back to recovery. We made our way upstairs to the Maternity floor a few hours later, and then began our 3 hour rotation of visits to the NICU for the next several days. I will detail that in a later post.
I don’t know if my decision to have a C-section caused the respiratory distress in Trea or if the way I was feeling was an external trigger that something was wrong and she needed to be delivered ASAP. Respiratory distress can happen when babies are delivered via C-section or through a very quick vaginal delivery. Contractions serve a greater purpose–they not only open the cervix to allow the baby to be born, but they push fluid from the lungs and stomach of babies on their journey out of a woman’s body. I will never know the reason, and I am OK with that. I do not regret my decision. I do not mourn the loss of a vaginal delivery like I did after my first c-section. And I am grateful that Trea was able to get the care she needed right away. There is no way to know if she would have experienced the same distress during a vaginal delivery, or if she would’ve needed to be delivered emergently as a result. All of these factors put my mind at ease. I knew in my heart that I didn’t have the strength to endure labor. Looking back, I needed to save all of my strength for handling my baby being in the NICU.
I am at peace with my decision. My daughter is here, she is healthy and she is home.