Well, this week turned out to be very eventful. I didn't expect it to be the week I gave birth to our little guy.
It started off on Sunday the 31st. I was laying in bed watching TV just hanging out when all of the sudden the baby shifted into a really uncomfortable position. I didn't really think much of it other than it was really not feeling too great. I tried a couple of times to shift him around but wasn't having much luck. I wasn't in pain or anything per se; he was just in a really weird place. I finally just decided to try lying down and going to sleep figuring that in the morning, he would have moved again and all would be fine.
The following morning I got up as usual. I got Dylan and Kaylee off to school and started to think about what I needed to do for the day. I still wasn't feeling quite right and noticed that whenever I was up walking around, the baby still felt like he was in a strange position. I chalked it up to being so far into the pregnancy and figured it was just how it was. I wasn't feeling like I was having contractions or anything, so I didn't worry about it. I had a doctor's appointment the next day and figured if he was still in this weird position I could as my doc about it at the appointment. I went through the entire day feeling like this and by the afternoon, I just really wasn't feeling too well. I spent most of the evening just laying around and not doing a whole lot. I had a list of errands to do on Tuesday, including my doctor's appointment, so I went to bed early.
Well, when I woke up on Tuesday morning, I was getting ready to get up to go the bathroom and then get the kids up for school. When I started to roll out of bed, I felt a strange "leak" down there and then it happened a second time. I knew I'd better get to the bathroom quick! I got there just as my water broke! Thankfully, I didn't make a mess!!! My water broke at 6 am on the dot. As I was still sitting on the potty, Kaylee came in to let me know she was up and I told her the news . . . her baby brother was coming today!
I wasn't prepared at all. I wasn't due to have him until the following week, so I thought that I had this week to get my bag packed and get the kids all ready etc. I called my mom to let her know so she could come and take me to the hospital and help with the kids. My husband was at work and it was easier for him to meet us there than to drive all the way home to get me. Then I called my husband to let him know. Overall, I was very calm, as I still wasn't having any contractions or anything, at least none that I could feel. We got everyone organized and my mom arrived at the house and we headed off to the hospital. I joked on the way that I guess I wouldn't be going to go to my appointment today and even tried to call the office to cancel it. It was too early and they were still closed. My doctor told me I had a 10% chance of delivering prior to my scheduled date . . . guess I wanted to show him! I called the kids' school and let them know they wouldn't be there for the day and got ready for what was about to happen. It was only about a 40-minute drive to the hospital and it seemed to only take minutes. I was going to have this baby today!
When we arrived at the hospital I went to OB triage to get all checked in. They had to examine me to make sure that my water did indeed break before they would actually admit me. So we got that all taken care of, my husband arrived at the hospital, and I was on my way to labor and delivery.
I was scheduled to have a c-section on the 10th, but obviously, since the baby was coming today, they had to find a time to do the surgery. The staff called my doctor to see when he could do it and then had to find a time that was open in the surgery schedule for the hospital. Decided that I would have the surgery at 2 pm. So that left several hours for us to wait. They hooked me up to the monitors and the waiting began. I think overall we had to wait about 2 1/2 hours. During that time, my family was able to hang out with me, and Dylan and Kaylee got to listen to the baby's heartbeat on the monitor. My mom did take them home for a bit so they could get a bite of lunch and play since it was going to be a bit of a wait. Boring for 6 year olds.
I didn't know it when I first got there, but I was indeed having contractions. I couldn't feel them, but they were about every 5 minutes or so. As the time drew closer for the c-section, I was starting to feel them. Not really painful, but I could defiantly feel them coming and noticing the pattern. By the time the c-section came about I was contracting about every 3 minutes and they were getting stronger. I didn't have to "breathe" through them, but I knew they were there. I guess my body was gearing up for this birth one way or another. I never really had labor with the twins, so it was kind of exciting to actually be going through some of the motions.
At 2pm, they wheeled me back to the OR. I gave hugs and kisses to Dylan and Kaylee and my mom and my husband. Then I went in to get prepped for surgery. Surprisingly, I was pretty calm. I trust my doctor and I had a great nurse, so I felt I was in good hands. Once they did my spinal and put the catheter in, they let my husband in and the surgery began. It didn't take too long before I heard my doctor tell my husband to stand up. For the first time, my husband watched his son come into the world. He didn't watch with the twins, so this was quite an experience for him. He took a couple of photos too, so I was able to see the moment as well. Then the baby was crying, we were crying and we gave each other a kiss. Our son had arrived. My husband went over to take a couple of pictures and the nurse asked him if he wanted to cut the cord. I yelled over my curtain that I didn't think he wanted to do that (said he didn't and didn't do it with the twins either) and to my surprise, he did. The nurse took a picture or two of my husband cutting the baby's cord. That was something I thought he'd never do.
I sent my husband to go with the baby while they finished me up, which only took about 15 minutes and then they took me to recovery. In the meantime, my husband was able to introduce the baby to his big brother, big sister, grandma and Papa. My mom snapped photos of that as well, which I am so grateful for. That is probably the only thing I missed. Dylan and Kaylee meeting their baby brother for the first time. Overall the surgery went very smoothly and quickly. I was in recovery for about an hour and a half and they let my husband be with me during that time and brought us the baby. That was the first good look I got at him and boy was he a handsome little fellow! Yep, I was in love again! Then I was taken to my room where the kids and my family where able to join me.
I spent 5 days total in the hospital. I went in on Tuesday the 2nd and was released on Saturday the 6th. I had a great staff and baby and I did well. He nursed right away, but did end up losing some weight and got a slight bit of jaundice. Once my milk came in his numbers started going back up and he was doing fine. He was released to go home with me on Saturday. On the day we were released, his umbilical cord fell off too!
My family was so great during the whole process from start to finish. They came everyday to visit and brought the kids so I could spend some time with them as well. The hospital was fabulous and I couldn't have asked for a better experience. The baby roomed with me the whole time as well. My mom helped us out at home both while I was in the hospital and when I came home for the first week and a half. I was not able to drive, so she got the kids to and from school and helped me out around the house. It is so nice to have family that lives so close.
So that is my birth story. Ethan Russell made his debut into the world on September 2, 2008 at 2:24pm. Ironically, this was my in-laws' wedding anniversary as well. They have both passed, so it was kind of a special day. As I have mentioned in earlier posts, my doctor and I both have twins and they share a birthday to the year. His girls are adopted and came from China. The 10th of September was the day he adopted them . . . and the reason why we chose the 10th. Well, the 2nd of September is the day he and his wife got the call that they were getting the girls. So that made is special as well.
I am so thankful to all who have followed my journey. I hope you enjoyed the ride as much as I have. We haven't ruled out a fourth baby. My husband actually brought up that he might like one more. So who knows, perhaps I'll be writing another journal in the future.
Good luck to all of you who are trying to conceive and who are pregnant. It's a roller coaster of a ride, but so worth it!