This is a little late, but I wanted to share our newest little love's birth story. First of all, I made it with Stella a week later than I did with the others, so you can imagine how ready I was for her to come. By the 38th week, I was so miserable I could not believe it. It was unseasonably hot for May and I was just done being pregnant. I guess the third times a charm for some, but for me, the third time was more of a pain. I think it was probably because of the two year old and 3 1/2 year old I was chasing around while preggo this time. It was much harder, I was much grouchier and impatient with the other two and though I was happy about baby number three, I was also very worried about how I would do as a stay at home mother of three for another year until Sophie starts kindergarten.
All that said, I was ready for good news at my 38 week checkup with my doctor who is also a friend. I was only to 4cm dilated and 70% effaced and he said he couldn't believe I was still pregnant. I reminded him gently that he had been the one who had done his magical trick last time with Sydney and gotten my labor started within 24 hours! Funny how he had forgotten that, isn't it?
Well, I decided that since walking had helped the last time, I would call up my buddies, Christy and Joanie, and go or a nice long fast paced walk around the neighborhood. About two miles had helped Sydney so what could it hurt? Let me tell you what, if sex and hot food does it for some women, walking definitely starts this girl's labor! Within an hour and a half, I started having what I was pretty sure were contractions. It's also funny how you forget how those feel until you start having them again. Well, let me tell you, I took a shower, got my things packed and my kids and hubby fell asleep while I was doing all that. I woke Kyle up to tell him that contractions were about 6 minutes apart and we should go ahead and prepare to leave.
This time, we had such a great thing happen. A friend that I made last year, Joanie, who is now one of my closest friends, told me that she would help with the kids when Stella decided to come. She had been sleeping with her phone for the past week, just waiting on the call. Boy, was it nice not having to worry that they would be all over the hospital. She came right over and slept on the couch and took care of my kids until my family got there to relieve her early the next morning. I am eternally grateful to her for being there for us just when we needed her to be. Thank you Joanie! You are one amazing lady and friend!
So, we got to the hospital and I was 5 or 6 cm dilated and maybe 80% effaced. They timed my contractions for about half an hour and came back to put me in a room. No matter how many babies I have had, there has always been that feeling that maybe we would get sent home, because we weren't really having contractions. Nope! Hasn't happened to me yet!
Called our parents and Mom, Dad and my big sister Kim, were all headed our way. I had been fighting over whether or not to go natural and let me tell you, I wish I had. My epidural only worked on half of my body and I could feel everything going on and it was not pleasant. A nasty nurse (that will be her name from here on out) came and told me to flip to one side, which I remembered doing with one of the other two, to get the medicine to spread to that side of my body. Well, when I turned onto that side, something happened. Something really bad. I tried to hide how freaked out I was because my dad, who just over a year before had a heart attack and bypass surgery, was there in the room. I felt a sharp pain shoot up my left arm and I couldn't breathe, my chest was tight. I began to panic and hit the nurse button. Well, of course, Nurse Nasty came in and you know what she said to calm me down and make me feel at ease? "You need to calm down!" Really? Ya think? Well, no kidding Nurse Nasty! Thank the Lord for my sweet husband who took over, got a wet wash cloth and came to rub my forehead and tell me it was okay. That was terribly scary!
Well, before you know it, in came the nurse and said I was at 10cm and 100% effaced and could start pushing! In came my doctor and I started pushing at 5am and Stella arrived with a booming wail at 5:13am! She was the loudest baby anyone had heard in a month there and she was definitely making sure all our attention was on her. She was a whopping 7 lbs and 3 oz, which for me, is a giant baby! Sophie was 5 lbs 7 oz and Sydney was 6 lbs 7 oz, so this one seemed HUGE by comparison. But when Daddy held her in his arms, she looked just as tiny as the other two to tell the truth!
We did have a problem with the bilirubin levels on Stella and had to be readmitted to the hospital after the Monday check up and that was also extrememly scary.
If you remember from Sydney, her bilirubin was 19 and they told me that at 30, there can be brain damage. Well, Stella's was so high that it was not even registering on the doctor's office machine. When they took it at the hospital, it was 26!! We were devastated and scared and worried sick, but after a day and a half under the lights, she was back on track and not nearly as orange as she had been that Monday. When we finally got her home, it was much needed and we were thanking God for our little girl being healthier. That level rocked our world and we just ate slept and fed and changed her in that hospital room and pray pray prayed for her to be well. God knew how we felt and started healing her little body quickly under those UV lights!
Now, little Stella is almost 4 months old, growing like a weed and getting ready to start solid foods next week with rice cereal! She is about to meet her new little cousin, baby Jude any day now and she is by far, the best sleeper we have ever had. She was smiling so early, at around a month old and I swear, she is the sweetest best natured little person I have ever beheld. Here is a picture of my sweet little third darling, Stella Grace Evans! Welcome to this family little angel on Earth! Cannot wait to see how you grow and change and who you are!
Until next time ~