10.09.2009

baby Jude meets the big, bad world!

Hello dead blog! I think I'll resurrect you... Lazarus, come forth!

I've obviously had Jude since I've written anything here, and I figure it's about time to post the story of his birth before I forget all the gory details (which I do hope happens soon!)

After my last day of work on Friday 8/21/09, I had been feeling "crampy" and just overall kinda out of it over the weekend, and all day Sunday I had regular, slightly painful contractions, but not anything that stopped me from going about life. Rob and I went to church Saturday night, and then he played/sang for both services on Sunday morning; I met him for a Caribou Coffee date between services. We also had the kickoff picnic/retreat for BCS (school) that day and we both went even though I didn't feel 100%. I remember telling people that I was 10 days away from my due date, huh. This was taken that weekend:



The next day (Monday) I made out a grand plan for my week, figuring I had at least two weeks before Jude's arrival and I didn't want to be sitting around just w-a-i-t-i-n-g for him to come. I buzzed around doing all sorts of projects and making phone calls, feeling energetic and pretty good, with occasional cramping spells. I talked to my mom on the phone about my plans for the week and she told me she thought I was going to go into labor sooner than I thought based on my current burst of energy. I laughed. By that evening, I was having regular "cramps" (I was unwilling to call them anything else) and ended up canceling dinner/movie plans with friends to stay home and rest. Rob was at the BCS retreat, but had already decided he wasn't going to stay the night, just in case I needed him.

Tuesday morning I felt better and decided to keep on going with my to-do list for the week… and felt the need to add in making zucchini bread and oatmeal raisin cookies. For some reason, I felt this was of utmost importance. hahaha I took a nap in the afternoon and woke up to my first "real" contraction… it was strong and serious, not at all like the cramping I had felt earlier. By the time Rob came home from work around 5, I figured it would be a good idea to keep track, and they were averaging about 15 minutes apart, though not at all regularly spaced. We took a walk, made and ate dinner, and I took a bath. Nothing changed; I was still having contractions, but they weren't getting any closer or more difficult… just enough so that I could not rest or get comfortable. At midnight I did drift off to sleep, but had about 10 or so contractions that woke me up over the next 3 hours.

At about 3am I woke Rob up because they were coming faster and stronger- about 6 minutes apart and hard enough that they made me moan and groan much more than before. By 8am we decided to go ahead and call the midwife to figure out if I should keep my 11am regularly scheduled appointment, and call our parents and let them know what was going on. The midwife advised me to go ahead and go to my appt, which I did and found out that I was about 1cm dilated and already about 75% effaced (how they measure that I have no clue, but whatever) I went from that appointment over to the chiropractor to make sure everything was good to go. (that was a difficult adjustment- she had to stop for my contractions about 4 times and it took all I had in me not to make horrible sounds, heh)

The rest of the afternoon is pretty much a blur; I spent most of the time in our bedroom with soft music trying to relax through each contraction, which I did pretty well with until about 4 when they got pretty unbearable. I remember all of a sudden wanting to talk to my Dad, so I called him and as soon as he answered I burst into tears. (what?? totally not me) He was so gracious to talk to me and pray for me, then he told me he had to get back to his meeting- he was signing escrow papers at the bank! By that time I started feeling like we should go in to the hospital lest the neighbors start thinking I was getting murdered. So we called the midwife and explained how I was feeling (or Rob did- I wasn't in any condition to talk on the phone, but I'm sure she heard me) and she told us to come on in.

Getting into the hospital was an experience in itself- the emergency entrance was under construction and the valet guy was on lunch, so they took me up in a wheelchair and I left Rob standing by the car with all our bags. I was totally NOT happy about that at all. By the time he came up to the room, I was already in the oh-so-stylish hospital gown and getting ready for the initial exam/monitoring… which told us that I was only dilated to 3cm, dangit! So what can you do but keep going.



(I don't think anyone looks good in labor, despite my best efforts of doing makeup between contractions before we left home and wearing my own clothes)



The next several (5ish?) hours all run together in my mind; I was in and out of the bathtub, leaning on the side of the bed, walking around the room, and laying on my side trying to relax. Rob did an amazing, amazing job being right by my side every step of the way. Honestly, he was my rock. Every time I felt like my insides were being ripped out with a blunt hook (not even kidding, it was hideously painful) I found the strength I needed by looking into his calm eyes and hearing his steady voice speaking the Word and praying. There were times when it was so painful and I was screaming so much I literally thought to myself in the back of my mind "holy crap, who is this? Oh… it's me." After every particularly vocal contraction (most of them) I would apologize to the midwife and nurses for being so dang loud. They laughed at me later for being "so polite". I remember saying things like "the Chinese didn't invent torture, this is the original deal" and "my mom told me labor was like strong cramps- SHE LIED!" in between contractions. For some reason everyone thought I was so funny. Ha.

At about 12am I got the the point where I couldn't get on top of the contractions and manage them at all any more, so I did what any sane person would do- ask for the freakin epidural, NOW. But Rob and my midwife reminded me that I didn't *really* want that, I really wanted a waterbirth and I could do it. But I was so darn exhausted after not sleeping for about 32 hours that I just couldn't manage the pain at all any more. So came to a compromise; we decided to try Nubane, which would do nothing for the pain, but would hopefully help me get a little bit of rest between contractions. I still have mixed feelings about that, on one hand I think it was a good idea because I did actually doze a bit between contractions, but because I was sleeping sometimes I couldn't feel a contraction coming on and it would catch me by surprise and be all that much worse. So after about an hour or so on the Nubane, we decided to abandon that idea and I went back to the bathtub to tough it out. After about an hour of insanity my midwife checked me and I was [finally] about 8cm, so they started getting the delivery tub ready. I felt like I could focus a bit more knowing that since they were preparing for delivery, the end *must* be in sight, right?

At about 2am I went two doors down to the room with the big delivery tub and climbed in. It was *awesome* being in the deeper water, I could change positions easily and felt much more supported by so much water. When I got in the tub I was about 9cm, so I couldn't start pushing yet, even though I was fighting the urge with everything in me. I think that might have been the worst part. My low back was burning (yep, he was posterior) and my body wanted to DO something with each contraction, but I had to hold back. So frustrating. Finally at about 2:30 I was completely dilated and free to push, which brought a whole new level of exertion and- of course- pain. After every contraction I kept asking if they could see his head, and for some reason that kept me going. Also, I asked the midwife how long each contraction was, and when she told me they were about 45 seconds I told myself that I could handle that. I felt like I was in control a bit more knowing the timeframe I was dealing with.

I pushed for about 2 hours before he started actually coming out. Rob could see what was going on, and he says that in one contraction I pushed him out to about his eyebrows, then on the next contraction I pushed him all the way out in one big rush. From my perspective, all of a sudden there was a tiny bluish someone floating in the water with us! It was pretty surreal to see him for the first time. I didn't' feel a rush of joy or anything yet, just a sense of relief that the pain was gone and an amazement that there was a person in the room who hadn't been there before. I heard the midwife say that the cord was around his neck, and then I saw her spin him around under the water to get it off, which she did very quickly. As soon as it was off, she immediately popped him up out of the water and onto my chest. I looked at him and he wasn't breathing and his eyes were just staring straight ahead. It was really freaky for a second, and Rob immediately started praying for him. Then I saw his eyes move back and forth and I knew he was going to be okay, even though he wasn't breathing yet. The nurses started suctioning him out, but he still didn't breathe, so the midwife told us she had to cut the cord (we had said that Rob wanted to do that) and get him out and help him breathe.

The nurses rubbed him down and suctioned him at a warmer right next to the tub, and Rob was still praying out loud for him as they worked on him for what seemed like an eternity. Finally we heard a little gasp and he was breathing, just not crying. When they gave him back to Rob and I to hold and look at in the tub, we both started crying and thanking the Lord for our little gift. Rob sang the song that he had been singing to him every night for the past nine months, and everyone in the room started crying. It was an amazing moment of worship and thanks to the Lord for carrying us through and giving us this little guy.



After about 45 minutes they wanted to get his vitals, and get me out of the tub and cleaned up. At that point they weighed him and he cried his first real cry. When they saw that he was so small (5lbs 3 oz) they did a bunch of tests on him and saw that his blood sugar level was very low, although that wasn't too much of a concern at that point.



We were then wheeled back to our original room where we tried to get him to eat a bit. Since his blood sugar was low, they brought in an eyedropper of formula to get into his system right away as well.They did another round of tests to determine if he was early or full-term, and they decided that he was indeed 40 weeks, even though the early ultrasound put him at 39 weeks at that point.



That's also when they did another blood sugar test and found that it had dropped since the first one, which was cause for concern since he had already eaten and that should have brought his blood sugar UP, not down. About 5 minutes later a bunch of doctors and nurses crowded into the room and started all talking at once about how small he was and how his blood sugar was low and next thing I knew they were taking him down to the NICU. All I really remember about that was looking over at Rob and saying "stay with him, I'm fine", then everybody was gone. About a half hour or so later I started wondering why I hadn't heard anything, so I forgot that I had a phone next to me and got up and started walking down the hall in search of the NICU. When I found it and saw Rob there watching 3 nurses trying to get the IV line into Jude's tiny arm I totally lost it. I cried and cried and asked what the heck was going on and why nobody kept me in the loop and why Rob didn't have his phone so I could find him. The nurses assured me that everything was fine and we should go back to our room and eat some breakfast. That started our 5-day stay in the NICU, watching his blood sugar levels and teaching him how to eat.





He didn't take too well right away to eating, so feeding times were scary and stressful for me. But with care and attention, he learned how to eat and they started backing off the amount of glucose they were giving him in the IV. As he was able to maintain his blood sugar on his own, they reduced the glucose bit by bit over the next 4 days until he was completely off of it. That was the day that we got to take him to our room! It felt so amazing to go to sleep that night with our own little man sleeping beside us.





They still wanted to monitor him to see how he did without any assistance for about 24 hours before sending him home with us, so we all stayed another day until we got the go-ahead from all the doctors. On Monday morning they gave us the all-clear and we left the hospital at bout 12 noon, just a few hours short of 6 days before we checked in the previous Wednesday. It was almost surreal driving home with this new, teeny-tiny little person to take care of.


(trying to wear his newbord-size going home outfit I had packed for him!)

The first few weeks were pretty rough with having to closely monitor his feedings and going to one doctor or another just about every day. My mom was a HUGE help, she arrived in Minneapolis the evening after Jude was born, and once we got home from the hospital she did SO much for us. My dad got here about a week after Jude was born, and my brothers all came out on his 3-week "birthday". I definitely got spoiled having my family here for a whole month; I don't think I made one meal or went to the grocery store once during that time!



We had our last appointment with the lactation consultant last week and Jude is now 8lbs 1oz; nearly 3 lb. over his birthweight at 5 weeks old! I think we're now past the getting used to him phase and now we're just learning to love him more every day. :)





12 comments:

Charlie & Manda said...

Thank you for sharing your story- sounded like a really special day! So happy for you Rosanna! He's precious.

Destro Jones said...

Cool beans. Thanks for sharing.

{lauryl} said...

Welcome back to blogworld! Wow- what a story. Now I am more terrified than ever at the thought of giving birth. Little Jude is beautiful though, I'm sure all the pain was worth it in the end. That's what they always say. ;-) Congrats to you and Rob.

Carne Family said...

Loved reading your birth story. He is beautiful (you look wonderful Roseanna!) Congratulations to your little family
Kristi

Cassidy said...

So precious! I loved the story. It reminded me that I did type mine mostly out, just never posted it anywhere... Can't believe he's 5 weeks old! And so big! : ) Love you guys ~

ZelinaDeHoyos said...

WOW, what a neat sweet story...it made me cry! Congratulations on you two and hope the Lord keep's your baby boy on His hands. (: Blessings to you

Northwest Dweller... said...

That's so amazing, Rosanna! I've been a faithful 'blog lurker' for the past year, and it's been really exciting to keep up on yours and the baby's progress. :D Congratulations to you and your husband, Jude is adorable!

Erica said...

great story and memories, Rosanna! I laughed so hard when you were talking about trying to put on your makeup between contractions

Bru said...

you're such a babe. ;)

your family is beautiful and jude is so lucky to have you and rob to introduce him to the lord!

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Mikey and Lulu said...

Hi. You don't know me, but i found your blog through looking up "32 weeks pregnant" pictures, because that's where i am with our first little girl. I've read a little bit of your blog and see that you are in love with Christ as are my husband and I. We are so blessed to have the experience of marriage in the Lord as well as having our first baby. Your story is so encouraging...just seeing the trust that you and your husband had in Christ the entire time you stayed in the hospital. I'm thrilled for you as you start your new family...and hopefully, if you don't mind, would love to follow your blog! Hopefully all is well with little jude now as he grows and grows. Congrats!

Luana

Rosanna said...

Hi, Luana!

Sure, you can follow me! Thanks for the comment; it's always nice to find people who think the same way and are on the same track, isn't it? Congrats on your little girlbaby... is this your first?