Tap tap tap. Is this thing on? The radio silence lasted a little longer than I had expected. Oops. I’ve been so engulfed in this little munchkin that not much else has mattered lately. She’s my entire life now. Today is the first day that I have been alone with her and I was really worried about it. But so far, she’s still breathing and I’m out of my pj’s…although I changed into new clothes that could easily BE pj’s. Comfort baby. I’m wearing her in a sling right now so I can type. She loves being close…it’s almost the only thing that calms her. But heyo, mini homegirl smells funky today. It’s time for a bath but I am not quite confident enough to tackle that alone so we’ll wait until dad gets home tonight.
Last shot, the morning of….
We’ve had our little Iz in our lives for 18 days now. It’s crazy how fast it has gone by. 18 days ago, Nick and I woke up at 6 am to call the hospital to see if they had room for us. (I was being induced at 7 so if it was full, I’d have to wait). Thankfully they got us right in. We ate a light breakfast, took one last belly shot and drove to the hospital. I can’t speak for Nick, but I was really calm and happy. Just very excited to hold her after all of these months. The night before I had started having mild contractions but still nothing worth going to the hospital about…thank heavens for the scheduled induction. I couldn’t wait another day. The anticipation was killing me.
This is long. And might not be very interesting but for the sake of my memory down the road, I need to document it. Enjoy, or don’t.
We got to the hospital and checked in. While waiting to be taken back a girl came in with her sister. She was IN LABOR. Crying, couldn’t stand up, the works. I felt so bad for her. An hour and a half later, I wouldn’t feel so bad for her anymore. Our nurse, Jennifer, greeted us and took us to our room where I got into my labor gown. Super hot. (Still in good spirits).
A short while later I hear whistling in the hallway. I heart our doctor so much. Dr. Dennis Carter is honestly the most amazing doctor there is on the planet. Nick and I enjoyed every visit with he and his nurse Chris. We were in the best, most laid back happy hands. He checked me out quickly…I was only dilated to a 3, still an improvement over the past week so we were good to go. He broke my water which…ew. Ew. I don’t know how people handle that happening in grocery stores and stuff. Sick. He told us to walk the hallways for an hour to see if labor started on it’s own, if not…pitocin awaited. By the end of the awkward hour (walking loops around the hallway) my contractions were about 3 minutes apart. It was now 9:30 and my pain was around a 5 on the scale of 10. I hopped in the bath to kill time just as things were really ramping up. This labor thing hurt. By 10:30 I was dilated to a 4-5. She let me know that I could get the epidural now or ride it out for a bit longer in bed or on the birthing ball. Afraid of the epidural slowing labor down if I got it too soon, I hopped on the birthing ball. 2 minutes later, we rang the bell for the epidural.
The epidural was probably my biggest fear of birth. Why I watched it on youtube I will never know. Alas, that pain couldn’t be worse than labor. My first epidural didn’t hurt at all. They numbed the location and in it went. Then out it came. Miss! I felt like battleship. Score. Next try. SINK! We got her with one big huge ouch flinch. But I have to say, really not bad at all. After the epi we just kind of kicked it waiting for things to get moving and still hoping we didn’t need the pitocin. My contractions went away except for a tightening in my stomach and a peak on the monitor. Around 1, Dr. Carter came in and let us know that since I was dilated to a 6 we’d probably be delivering her between 5 and 7 that evening so he instructed me to take a 2 hour nap. I sent Nick down to the taco truck to get a burrito and I went to sleep. 10 minutes later I was wide awake and Nick was back. Eating in front of me. Has he not met me? And mexican food? Had I not been a fall risk I would have hobbled over and taken it from him. At this point I was really feeling the contractions…not so much in my belly or my legs but some point in between if you catch what I’m throwing down. I had Nick call the nurse back in to see if she could up my epidural dosage because she was not a working! It was now 1:50. She said she’d just check me to see what was up. Oh sweet mother, I was now at a 9.5 and it was time to push!!! She could see her hair. The epidural didn’t work and that was all that could be done. We got a few pushes in before Dr. Carter came. 20 minutes later, 7 swear words later, 4 Lord’s name in vein later, 3 attempts to give up and a whole lot of vocal screaming, little Isabelle came out. I always thought I would cry when I first saw her but my first reaction was…oh, that’s what you look like!
She was perfection. Holding her was the most surreal thing I have ever experienced. The only thing more amazing was watching her daddy hold her. He was smitten immediately. And a little teary. Might be my favorite moment of my life watching my best friend hold our little baby girl. The next hour was kind of a blur but the pain was gone. Labor was ouchy but it was so fast that I really can’t complain too much. It was kind of a breeze (minus those 20 minutes). Really, really minus those 20 minutes. On a scale of 1-10, pushing was a 17.5. Our nurses were so amazing. People have said that they make or break your visit and ours felt like family or good friends. Cheers St. Lukes!
I call this shot, “17 chins”.
After a bit they moved us to our room on the 8th floor. We had some friends visit us but spent the day just holding her. She was perfection. Did I say that yet? Just the happiest baby on the block. We left the hospital the next day around 6pm and started life on our own. Thankfully my mom and sister arrived that evening.
Feeding her has been our biggest challenge. Lots of tears have been shed from both of us as have screams and a little blood. I love my little barracuda but holy mother. We are still working with lactation consultants to get it right but each day gets better. We’ve had lots of family staying with us since she came. When my mom and sister left I cried non-stop for a day and a half. Hormones? We’ve had good days and nights and bad but I have to say…they must make these little things so cute so you can just look them in the eyes and forget about all of the hard times. She’s so loveable and snuggable. Her skin is perfect. Her hair is silky. Her eyes are deep blue and she looks JUST like her daddio.
Big bro Gus has even taken nicely to her. He’s been very calm around her but he does love giving her kisses. I started doing 2 mile walks with my dad this past week and it may have been too much too soon because I’ve been feeling pretty bad again. So today is spent on the couch and writing this blog. Hopefully I am back to normal soon. Did I mention she’s so totally worth it!??!!!!!
She’s already changing daily. I love watching each day as the cheeks pudge more but it also makes me so sad. She is just so perfect now that I want to freeze time…or at least really, really slow it down. I want to soak in every single moment with her.
Our favorite thing is all of the little faces that she makes right now. She’s such a character!
Thank you so much to our wonderful family’s for coming to take care of us those first couple of weeks. We couldn’t have made it through without you!
Friends and family…promise me you’ll get an epidural?
***I forgot to add that we had some visitors welcome us home from the hospital. We got home and there was a bug hatch in our house. About 50 stink beetles in our kitchen. Yay. We are still getting rid of them.
The loves of my life!
Some of her little cousins