Well it FINALLY happened.....it felt like I was going to be pregnant forever, and I know some may think only a few days over due is not that long, but it was more than enough for me.
I was due on February 4th....it came and went.....and like last time with Zaylin (a day overdue as well), I had a Dr. appointment scheduled the following day to check my progress and make "inducement" plans, if necessary (something I was dreading, since I like to do natural childbirth).
So, I went to the appointment and had actually dilated to only a wopping 2 which was different because my other 2 times being pregnant I was at the hospital at only a 1. I had also lost what I think was my mucus plug that morning and that has never before been noticed with my other 2, it had me nervous at first because of the blood but when I realized what it was I was more than happy, but still it determined nothing. Between that and dilating to a 2 and a little cervix stretch from my midwife, she was feeling positive that I would not make it to my Thursday appointment, nor the dreaded induction day which we decided for on Sunday. I was happy with those positive thoughts and went home with hope, but no real labor contractions, nor back pain, or much of anything.
Zach and I put the kids to bed, and hung out like we do every evening together....but nothing new, I just wanted a hint of something you know....then after a little of this and that and then fell asleep, and ugghhh my back hurt a little and then a contraction and so on, this was close to 1am. I moved around, went upstairs, even ate some cereal....but they kept coming and bothering me more until they were 5,4,3,2 minutes apart at different moments. I finally went and told Zach and he helped time them and then I tried fighting the thought that it was time ( I don't know why) maybe because it was so late and I needed to let my mom know, and my sister from Syracuse know, since she was bringing her daughter (my niece) over to watch my kids. I hated calling people and feeling unsure. I finally did and they came and we hung around the house a little longer laboring and they convinced me to head to the hospital about 5am, just to be checked.....I was hesitant.....again I hate that feeling of rushing too quickly. We got there and they were very, very busy....they cleaned a room with a tub (which I wanted) so I stood patiently in the hall and waited, which was good laboring on my feet. They got me in for routine monitoring and a cervix check and WALAA...I was a 5, so they had reason to keep me there....we were all very surprised because again like before when I had been at that point I was usually transitioning and going to a full 10 within the hour. My contractions were still so mild and I knew I was going to need to kick it up a notch to get things moving, so I did a little walking and then decided to hop in a relaxing jetted tub, that felt great and within 20 minutes I had succeeded with taking it up a notch, because my contractions kicked into high gear and I was rushing to get out and to the bed in a sitting position, while Zach worked on managing my achiness (he was so great and knows just what to try, I don't know what I would have done without him). I then felt it hard and strong, but still no pushing sensation, even with my entourage of people I wanted there and the midwife nudging me to try, I refused, it just was not there yet, I didn't understand why.
Finally I had my water broken and it started to feel more like pressure coming, but not like my other experiences....(it was quite annoying having it be so different). I then got the head to show and his shoulders out when I was told to stop pushing.....uhhhh kinda difficult, but I listened as best as I could, come to find out the cord had been tightly wrapped around Avery's neck. My body originally telling me not to push yet in the beginning was reacting to this situation. It was amazing to have that understanding and of following my body's feelings. He came out with a blue bruised face, not from any breathing difficulties, just blood vessels that reacted to the squeezing. He was perfectly healthy 8lbs 7oz and 19 1/2 inches, born at 9:56am on February 6th, and he looks a lot like Alyda's baby pictures, in his own boy way. I again can't explain what feelings take place during this special moment, but I am so glad to have experienced it once again.
The kids were excited to meet Avery, and are loving him so much. Alyda is a little mom and Zaylin, in his words just wants to "hold it" all the time....I am sure things will get old soon for them, and it will just become routine eventually, but I am just loving seeing the difference it has made for our little family to have another member, we are so happy and feel so very blessed.
I was due on February 4th....it came and went.....and like last time with Zaylin (a day overdue as well), I had a Dr. appointment scheduled the following day to check my progress and make "inducement" plans, if necessary (something I was dreading, since I like to do natural childbirth).
So, I went to the appointment and had actually dilated to only a wopping 2 which was different because my other 2 times being pregnant I was at the hospital at only a 1. I had also lost what I think was my mucus plug that morning and that has never before been noticed with my other 2, it had me nervous at first because of the blood but when I realized what it was I was more than happy, but still it determined nothing. Between that and dilating to a 2 and a little cervix stretch from my midwife, she was feeling positive that I would not make it to my Thursday appointment, nor the dreaded induction day which we decided for on Sunday. I was happy with those positive thoughts and went home with hope, but no real labor contractions, nor back pain, or much of anything.
Zach and I put the kids to bed, and hung out like we do every evening together....but nothing new, I just wanted a hint of something you know....then after a little of this and that and then fell asleep, and ugghhh my back hurt a little and then a contraction and so on, this was close to 1am. I moved around, went upstairs, even ate some cereal....but they kept coming and bothering me more until they were 5,4,3,2 minutes apart at different moments. I finally went and told Zach and he helped time them and then I tried fighting the thought that it was time ( I don't know why) maybe because it was so late and I needed to let my mom know, and my sister from Syracuse know, since she was bringing her daughter (my niece) over to watch my kids. I hated calling people and feeling unsure. I finally did and they came and we hung around the house a little longer laboring and they convinced me to head to the hospital about 5am, just to be checked.....I was hesitant.....again I hate that feeling of rushing too quickly. We got there and they were very, very busy....they cleaned a room with a tub (which I wanted) so I stood patiently in the hall and waited, which was good laboring on my feet. They got me in for routine monitoring and a cervix check and WALAA...I was a 5, so they had reason to keep me there....we were all very surprised because again like before when I had been at that point I was usually transitioning and going to a full 10 within the hour. My contractions were still so mild and I knew I was going to need to kick it up a notch to get things moving, so I did a little walking and then decided to hop in a relaxing jetted tub, that felt great and within 20 minutes I had succeeded with taking it up a notch, because my contractions kicked into high gear and I was rushing to get out and to the bed in a sitting position, while Zach worked on managing my achiness (he was so great and knows just what to try, I don't know what I would have done without him). I then felt it hard and strong, but still no pushing sensation, even with my entourage of people I wanted there and the midwife nudging me to try, I refused, it just was not there yet, I didn't understand why.
Finally I had my water broken and it started to feel more like pressure coming, but not like my other experiences....(it was quite annoying having it be so different). I then got the head to show and his shoulders out when I was told to stop pushing.....uhhhh kinda difficult, but I listened as best as I could, come to find out the cord had been tightly wrapped around Avery's neck. My body originally telling me not to push yet in the beginning was reacting to this situation. It was amazing to have that understanding and of following my body's feelings. He came out with a blue bruised face, not from any breathing difficulties, just blood vessels that reacted to the squeezing. He was perfectly healthy 8lbs 7oz and 19 1/2 inches, born at 9:56am on February 6th, and he looks a lot like Alyda's baby pictures, in his own boy way. I again can't explain what feelings take place during this special moment, but I am so glad to have experienced it once again.
The kids were excited to meet Avery, and are loving him so much. Alyda is a little mom and Zaylin, in his words just wants to "hold it" all the time....I am sure things will get old soon for them, and it will just become routine eventually, but I am just loving seeing the difference it has made for our little family to have another member, we are so happy and feel so very blessed.
Avery Hyrum Meredith
4 comments:
You're amaizing for already posting about labor. Beckham is 4 months and I haven't even considered sitting down to write it all out. Avery is adorable and I want to kiss his little face. I love you guys :)
You are AMAZING! Congrats on everything--having a little bundle, doing it natutal, being so in tune with your body to knew not to push, etc. I think that is truely amazing! He is adorable. I love his name. I hope you are able to get a bit of rest. :)
P.S. I hadn't seen any pics of Zaylin with hair. Not quite sure why I always thought he would have brown hair...maybe it is because Zach has brown hair, but Zaylin's blonde hair is so cute!
Congrats again! He is so cute. I love the name Avery. You make very adorable children. Good job guys!
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