Tuesday, March 24, 2015

Ingrid Cait. THE FINALE!

Monday came and went, Tuesday came and went, Wednesday came and went...
On Wednesday I had my stress test. Baby girl could not have been happier in my belly. Everything looked fantastic. She might possibly stay in there forever.
I remember texting my mom that day and telling her, "It's going to be tomorrow."
The doctors kept telling me that they had to reach around the baby's head in order to check my cervix. She might be positioned wrong and that could be stalling labor.
I did some research that night and did lots and lots of pelvic tilts.
Late Wednesday night I started to feel a little queasy. At about 3am I woke up with pretty intense contractions. I was not about to let those stop so I pulled out the exercise ball and started bouncing away while the hubby slept. I walked up and down the stairs and around the house. They kept getting more intense. I WAS SO EXCITED. I took a nice bath while I timed the contractions. They were getting closer together pretty quickly so at about 5 am I woke up the husband. He called our friends to let them know it was go time and got the girls ready to take them over to their house. I stayed at home while he dropped the girls off and kept timing my contractions. They kept getting closer and closer!
Everyone kept telling me that your third baby comes FAST so I was sorta freaking out that he wouldn't make it back in time. Thankfully he made it and we started on our 30 minute drive to the hospital. But  first Jordon had to get the dishes done because we didn't want to come back to a stinky house, he totally went through a nesting mode. It was fantastic.
We made it to the hospital and it took my husband a million years to find a parking spot, I wanted to fight him. We some how made it to Labor and Delivery with the baby still inside. As I was getting checked in all the nurses knew exactly who I was and were so excited to see me! They were all cheering me on. It was pretty great. I get into my room, the same room I was in with the induction... and just take a wild guess as to which doctor just got put on call..
Oh yes. The amazingly sweet female doctor who I just loved so much. But this time the ball was in my court and I was calling the shots. My nurse checked me and put me on the monitors for a bit. I was already 8 cm dilated! woo hoo! I told my nurse I wanted to get in the tub right away, but they had to get all the vitals first and monitor the baby for a little bit. My nurse left for a bit and came back and said that the doctor didn't want me to get in the tub. Umm excuse me? I really don't give a poop what she wants. My awesome nurse was the only one in there and she leans over to me and whispers, "You don't have to listen to her. I'm going  to finish getting your vitals and we are going to hurry and get you in that tub!"
My nurse was so amazing. I love her. Seriously. She was my rock through the whole thing. (Along with my amazing husband of course)
I was finally able to get in the tub and try to relax. While I was laboring in the tub my husband told me about his dream he had that night while I was up having contractions and he was snoozing away with no idea I was even in labor. He said that it was about Ingrid but she was Nolah's age and Was standing there with Heavenly Father and they were both laughing and Ingrid said, "Can I go now?!" and Heavenly Father laughed and said, "Ok you can go now." and then he woke up to me telling him it was go time! So of course when he told me this I instantly started bawling my eyes out. Gosh my husband is the cutest.

 I was still so sore from my last hospital visit so the contractions seemed to be extra killer. I got exhausted fast. I was not finding the relief in the tub this time around like I did with Nolah. I just could not find a position that worked for me. I tried it out for about an hour or so (Not sure on the timeline.. just felt like centuries) then decided to get out of the tub. The nurse checked me again and said I was still an 8. I was done. So done. I started begging and begging for something to help with the pain. Jordon gave me a little pep talk and helped get me through. Then the overwhelming urge to push started. I tried to fight it because the nurse told me I was only an 8 not even 5 minutes before, but that didn't last and I went along with the pushes. They let me lay there on the bed and just do my thing. During my pushes I would feel water gush out every time. So I told my nurse that I'm either peeing myself a lot or my water finally broke. Finally that baby was coming out so she went and grabbed the doctor. My doctor finally got the hint that I couldn't stand her so she kind of just stood back and watched until miss Ingrid's heartbeat started dropping drastically. A couple big pushed and I finally got her big noggin out. Her umbilical cord was wrapped so tightly around her neck every time I pushed her out more it would tighten even more. So they had to cut her umbilical while she was still inside. Finally got her out and laid her on my belly and she was sooo blue and not crying. They tried getting her to breath while I was still holding her but it wasn't working so they had to take her away for awhile and finally we heard those little screams!
9lbs 2oz 22 1/2 inches long and absolutely perfect. The nurse told me when she first saw her head coming out she thought ooooh that poor girl! yay for big head babies!
The nurses kept asking the doctor when she wanted to put me on pitocin so I wouldn't hemorrhage and the doctor said, "Lets just wait and see what happens." I'm not kidding.. those were her exact words.
The doctor was stitching me up and kept saying my bleeding didn't seem bad at all. I was so excited! I just might be able to luck out this time around. The doctor left the room and the nurse started the fun belly 'massages'. (Worse thing anyone can ever do to you) The nurse was very gentle though and had me be the one to apply the pressure while she did it. Blood seemed normal so she asked if I felt like I could get up to use the bathroom and I said yes. The nurse and my husband helped me get up and we started the short walk to the bathroom. BAM blood everywhere, and I mean EVERYWHERE. I'm not exaggerating when I say 75% of the hospital room floor was covered in blood. I looked down and said, " Woahhh that's really gross!" (Seriously, I'm the funniest person when crazy crap is going down. Just ask my husband) I felt fine but my little nurse instantly tried to pick me up and carry me back to the bed. I was trying not to laugh and kept telling her I could walk. Poor Jordon was kind of in shock and just stood there for a second while the nurse tried carrying me. The room instantly filled up with a bajillion nurses and my doctor. They finally started the pitocin... (guhhhhh) and my doctor proceeded to shove her entire arm inside my body. Entire. Arm.
So of course I'm screaming my head off while my nurse and husband are trying to hold me down. The doctor stops what she's doing and with the freaking snottiest voice ever says, "Either you hold still and let me try and control the bleeding or I can give you some morphine or take you to the OR right now." so of course I said, "Give me some damn morphine." geeeeze.
The nurse starts asking the doctor if she wants them to put the morphine in along with the pitocin and the doctor says, "I don't know... Can you do that? Just do what you guys usually do." Holy poo.. if she couldn't get anymore awesome. The nurses face when she said that was priceless. After another eternity of torture they finally got the bleeding under control. All the nurses were so so sweet. One of the nurses even went and made me some tea and even used her own special mug. It's the little things people. They were literally my lifesavers and I cannot say enough good things about them. After the craziness died down I finally got some more snuggles from my sweet pea. Then they started her first bath and the question about the eye ointment started again. We were done with the craziness. I was barely coherent myself and we threw in the towel. We let them apply that damn ointment that is apparently the decision between life and death. They handed Ingrid back to my husband and he went and wiped it off..
While everything was calmed down and my nurse was cleaning up everything I asked her about my old lady placenta and how it looked because that was the major factor in them trying to induce me because old placentas are no good. She said it looked fantastic! It didn't even show any signs of disintegrating. Of course I had her show me. I'm so proud of that placenta!

I had to stay an extra day at the hospital and every time someone came in to check me I would start to shake uncontrollably. It was horrible.
My nurses made a huge deal when I was able to use the bathroom for the first time. They stood outside the door listening and cheered me on.  I felt pretty special.  When my nurse from the induction came on call she even came to come visit and tell me how happy she was I finally got that baby out. Seriously. Nurses make all the difference. I have so many awesome stories about my nurses from this birth.
Ingrid turned out perfect with absolutely no issues not even jaundice and a pro at breastfeeding and that is all that matters.
It took us forever to decide on Ingrid's middle name. Jordon said it HAD to be a family name so we dug into centuries of ancestry to try and find something. Nothing just seemed to fit. We began to take votes from the family and Cait won. Cait technically isn't even a family name. My middle name is Caitlin but I think Cait is cuter so that's what we went with.
Now miss Ingrid Cait is almost 6 months old! She has travelled across the county and battled colic for 3 months. She fits right in with her big sisters who absolutely adore her. She's a tough cookie and is somehow still surviving being the baby sister. We love her to pieces and more than worth all the craziness it took to get her here!

Tuesday, January 27, 2015

Ingrid Cait part 1

We prayed a lot about having another baby and couldn't deny the overwhelming feeling we had that it was time to add another little one to our family. I had my I.U.D removed the 2nd week of December and I planned on it taking awhile until I became pregnant. I took a pregnancy test the 2nd week of January and there it was. Another little baby was already cooking away.
 It didn't take long for the morning sickness to hit. Once it did hit, it hit hard. It took every ounce of energy I had just to get out of bed. My other pregnancies didn't even compare. I also struggled a lot with depression. I had a hard time coping with not having the energy I needed to take care of my family.
My first appointment came and seeing that little baby nugget in my belly was the huge motivational boost that I needed. Everything looked great! About a week after my appointment as I was taking one of my many middle of the night bathroom breaks.  I stood up after doing my business and felt a huge gush run down my legs. I thought what the heck did I seriously just pee myself after I literally just got off the toilet??? I turned on the light (cause I pee in the dark. Don't judge me.) and there was blood running down my legs, and it wasn't just a little bit. My legs were completely covered. I woke up Jordon and made him call the doctor for me cause I was a mess already. A million things were running through my head. One thing I thought I knew for sure was that I just lost this baby. This baby we knew Heavenly Father wanted us to have.
The on call nurse said it was most likely a miscarriage and gave me the go ahead to go to the emergency room. It was 1 in the morning and we had our 2 other girls so Jordon and I decided that I would just take myself to the ER. Unfortunately it just dumped on us with snow so the roads were horrible. I managed to get myself to the hospital though. The doctor and the nurse prepped me for the worse, and called in the ultrasound tech just to be sure. They gave me an ultrasound and of course didn't let me see anything the whole time. Then I got to sit in my room for about 3 hours and wait.  The longest night of my life. Finally the doctor came in and said, "Well surprisingly there's still a baby in there!" I started bawling my eyes out. I just kept asking if he was being serious. He said the baby looked great and diagnosed it as a subchorionic hemorrhage and I needed to see my doctor right away because there was still a big risk of me miscarrying.
I was sent home and told my husband the good news. Poor guy was so worried.
I was put on pelvic rest and my doctors office decided I didn't need to be seen for another month. So of course I worried that entire month. I finally was able to be seen by the doctor and then got yelled at for not being seen sooner... Uhhh I'm pretty sure that wasn't my choice..
They found that I had placenta previa, where the placenta covers the cervix. I had to have Ultrasounds every few weeks to see if it would move out of the way. By my 20th week ultrasound it resolved itself. (YAY!) And we also found out we were having another GIRL!
I thought my poor husband might pass out.
The rest of my pregnancy went really well, minus the horrendous heartburn.
My due date came and went and at my 40th week appointment I couldn't stop crying. I couldn't tell you why I was bawling my eyes out, something just didn't feel right. I really really really wanted to avoid being induced, and as  I was bawling my eyes out my doctor told me they already had my Induction scheduled for that coming Saturday because they were worried about how big I was measuring. Also my sweet mother in law who came to be there when I had the baby was leaving that following Tuesday. I just gave in and went ahead with the induction. Oh how I wish I would have went with my instincts!
41 weeks and my induction date came and I headed into the hospital thinking I would be holding my baby by the end of the day.
I have done a lot of research on what I wanted for this birth. I was induced with Nolah and it went amazingly so I was hoping for the same outcome.  I gave the doctor my birth plan which stated I wanted to keep things as natural as possible. As I got checked into the hospital and settled in I was discussing my wishes with the doctor and the nurses. My lovely doctor instantly started arguing everything with me. Now let me just say I was not requesting anything crazy. Once my labor got started and I was dilated far enough along I wanted to be taken off of everything to let my body do its thing. (exactly what I did with Nolah) She was not having it. Yay I was so excited to be stuck with a jerk doctor. My doctor left for a little while my nurse got me all set up and noticed that I requested no eye ointment on the baby after birth. Ah that's when all the fun began. My nurse said that it was mandated by NY law to put the eye ointment on after birth. I told her that I have researched it and I felt more comfortable not having it done. She left the room for a bit and in came the triage nurse. She was not my favorite person. She instantly had an attitude about it. She kept asking why I would choose not to have it done and I gave her my reasons. She just kept shaking her head and told us that if we do not let them apply the ointment then they had to report us to social services. I told her that I felt comfortable with my decision and I was sticking to it. My doctor came in to finally start the induction process but first she needed to put her two cents in about the whole eye ointment. She informed me that if I don't allow them to put the eye ointment on my baby then there would be a possibility of me leaving the hospital without my baby. I was FURIOUS. I was like over eye ointment really?? You're going to take my baby away over eye ointment? She was like OH yeah it's pretty serious.
What an awesome thing to say to someone who is about to give birth. Way to make me feel safe and comfortable. Once my doctor left the room my nurse immediately turned to me and said I can promise you they aren't going to take your baby away for this. All we have to do is notify Social Services and then it is their choice if they want to pursue it. Which I doubt they will because you have two other happy and healthy children. Mind you, not a one tried to tell me what the benefits were of getting the eye oinment, and what the risks were with not getting it. They were all to busy telling me how I was going to be reported to social services.
All I'm going to say is Sphincter law. If you don't know what that is look it up people.
So they started the process. I was only 2cm dilated so they couldn't start me on pitocin yet. Instead she gave me an itty bitty pill called cytotec. FYI cytotec is not FDA approved to use for inducing labor. They had me on that for most of the day and the doctor came in and said I was dilated to a 3 so I could start on pitocin. Another FYI you cannot be put on pitocin unless you are at least 3cm along otherwise your uterus will max out on pitocin and wont contract. I did lots of walking and bouncing on the birth ball before they put me on the pitocin. Once they put me on the pit they wouldn't let me leave my bed. I was contracting a bit here and there but nothing major. Every time my doctor would come in she would argue about something with me so I told them to stop coming in unless necessarry . After a full day of contracting I was already exhausted and my doctor wouldn't let me eat anything besides broth that my nurse had to fight her on just to be able to have that. Thank heavens for nurses..
I also asked if I could take a quick nap before they started me on pitocin and she said no. She was a peach I tell ya what..
I was on pitocin all night going through phases of really intense contractions to nothing at all. I finally fell asleep around 4am and I guess the doctor came in to check me and my sweet husband told them to let me sleep.
Shift change finally came and I got a new doctor. Hallelujah! The new doctor comes in and he says, "Can you tell me why you won't let the last doctor touch you???" I was like what the heck??? I never said she couldn't touch me I just wanted the cervical checks to minimum. So this doctor checks me and he instantly looks pissed. He says, "Why did she have you on pitocin?! You aren't even 2 cm dilated." SAY WHAT?!?! He takes me off of everything and tells me to take take a shower and order a big breakfast so we can start from scratch. Ahh I liked him better already. I get settled back in and he starts me with some ointment that is to help soften the cervix. You have to stay on that for 12 hours. They leave us alone and tells me to eat as much as I want. Towards the evening I start having really strong contractions and I think YES finally! Things are getting started. I decide to get in the bath for a while and then sit on the birthing ball for a bit. After my 12 hours are up my doctor comes and checks me and says I'm only at a 2. I was so devastated, and couldn't stop crying. He began to tell me that with my history of hemorraghing my uterus has just given up, that I had a lazy uterus and he didn't think it was even possible for me to go into labor. He said I really shouldn't have anymore babies. My body couldn't handle it. (Insert eye roll) This doctor didn't technically work for Fort Drum so he didn't have much say in what my choices were. He took me off everything again and told me to get some sleep and wait and see what the next doctor on call wanted to do. The next doctor on call was the head doctor of my doctor's office. He assured me that he could get this baby out by the end of the day. But after 48 hours of HELL litterally, I was done. I wanted to go home. He did an ultrasound to make sure baby was ok and he said everything looked amazing. Baby was happy and there was no reason to why I should be induced right now. It was Monday and he scheduled a stress test for Wednesday and Induction round 2 on that following Saturday when he was on call again. The count down was on. I have never been sooo happy to leave a hospital with a baby still in my belly. I felt instant relief. My poor mother in law flew back to Utah the following day without meeting her new grandbaby. But I am so so thankful she came when she did because that would have been a million times worse without all her help. For the next few days I really focused on relaxing and saying lots and lots of prayers! Those 48 hours in the hospital were by far the most emotionally and physically exhausting I have ever been through. I don't think I have felt so emotionally drained in my life. I just knew miss Ingrid would come when she needed to.