Birth Story (pt 3... last one I promise!)

Not even 10 seconds after she started cutting, I was out... I couldn't believe that she was cutting me while I was still awake and feeling. All I could think about was Ry and how bad she must have been fighting my body. Than, there was nothing.

About 30-45 minutes later, I remember coming to in OR recovery. There was a male and female nurse watching over me. If I remember correctly, I was the only one in there. I was SOOOO thirsty! I thought I was dying!! (It was b/c they had to intubate me and they wouldn't let me drink anything before I went in the OR.) I think I was in post-op recovery for about 30 minutes. I wish they would have taken a video of me coming off the anesthesia! All I remember was talking to the male nurse asking him how my baby was, and how scared I was, and how I bet she was the most beautiful baby in the world! :) I'm sure he thought I was a nut! (I would love to be a post-op nurse! Oh the stories I would have!!)

I was than wheeled to my L&D recovery room. I was shaking the whole way. I was so nervous to meet this little person that was inside me for 9 months! We got to the room where everyone was waiting for me! (They kept Ry in the nursery until I was settled.) I think the second most pain I have ever been in was moving from the post-op bed to the recovery bed... it took forever!! Not to mention I had IV's and everything everywhere!! Than the most amazing thing happened... S brought me the most beautiful little girl I have ever seen.

Ryleigh was born October 16, 2010 at 2:10pm. 6 lbs 0.5oz. 18 3/4in.

Later on that day, my OB came in to check on me and to tell me why Ry was having such a battle during labor. Apparently she got stuck in my pelvis. My pelvis did not expand at all during pregnancy to accommodate a child... Ry was fighting my body to get out but just couldn't.

The days in the hospital were all just a blur. I don't remember one moment from the next. I know I spent my time sleeping, feeding, spending time with friends and family, sleeping, feeding and feeding some more.

The last 2 months have been amazing. All the sleepless nights, crying, screaming, fighting, have all been worth it. It's all replaced with the smiles, coo's, laughs, cuddles, and kisses.

I wouldn't trade it for the world. <3

Birth Story (pt 2)

We went home around 9ish and got some things together for the night. Dishes, laundry, that kind of stuff. Around 10, S and I sat down to catch up on some shows on the DVR. Not even 10 minutes after I sat down on the sofa and got comfy, I heard a pop and felt a warm gush. FANTASTIC... My water broke. In the beginning of CSI Miami. Jeesh. :) I looked at S and freaked!

Me: "Ummmm, my water just broke"
S (Very calmly): "Really? Are you sure?"
Me (Standing up to show my drenched pants): "YOU THINK?!?!
S (Still sitting on the sofa, as chilled as can be): "Is the bag packed?"
Me: "No! I was going to do that tonight!!!"

Now that I look back on it, it's actually hilarious how calm S was. I was soooo nervous! I swear if someone could have seen me shaking with nerves, they would have thought I was seizing! I was no lie sitting on the toilet waiting for S to finish packing the bag shaking a mile a minute, grabbing the sink trying to steady myself! I'm SO glad S was there. I would have probably gone into complete panic!

Once S finished packing everything up, he got everything into the truck and came back to get me. I got changed and grabbed my pillow. S walked me down the steps to the truck and we FLEW. :) I think we got there in 15 minutes. (Normally a 25 minute drive). I went to call my parents, S's parents and the hospital to let them know, and S took my phone to make all the calls.
S: "Just sit there and relax. Time your contractions or something."

We got to the hospital, took forever to check in, they admit me... We walked into L&D and they get me into a room right away. They were EMPTY!! (S keeps saying that we started the births of the snow babies!) I get changed, and into the bed while the nurses got everything together. They start my IV (I was GBS+), test my fluid, and ask me a BILLION questions!!

About an hour later, S's and my parents and sister show up. It was great having them all there. I didn't think I wanted them there the whole time, but it was really helpful.

The next 16 hours of labor is a blur to me. I know I didn't sleep much until they gave me medicine. Than was the wonderful time to administer the epidural. I was very glad to see him! But that all changed when he stuck me 3 TIMES to try to get the dumb thing in. I know the first time was my fault. I don't do needles very well. After I got the epi, I didn't want to move. They tried to get me to get on my hands and knees to try to ease the pain on the contractions.

After I got the epi, things started to get a little crazy. With every contraction, Ry's heart rate dropped. My Dr came in to check me (6cm and 50%) and looked at Ry's monitor tape. She wasn't comfortable with how low her heart rate was dropping. She wanted to talk to me about a c-section I didn't want anything to do with it. I asked her how long I could wait to see if Ry could straighten herself out. She said she would give it a little while, but would monitor us closely.

About an hour later, the Dr came in again. I made no progression and I was starting to feel the urge to push. NOT GOOD. The Dr said I had no more time to wait. Ry's heart rate was dropping as low as 50bpm. I was sobbing to my mom and S. I just did not want a c-section. Now that I look back on it, I was stupid for waiting so long. I was thinking about myself more than my child's well being. I signed the paperwork and not even a minute later I was being wheeled back into the OR. The worst feeling about that is that I had to go by myself. S was always by my side when I was in situations like this. He always knows what to do when I'm stressed, scared or worried.

The OR was one of the coldest places I've been. (Inside a building...) This is where I met the best anesthesiologist in the whole world! I wish I could remember his name! He took the place of S as a fantastic supporter. After he re administer the drugs in the epi, I was strapped down to the table, prepped and ready to go. I didn't realize how much danger Ry and I were both in until the Dr told everyone that we had to start NOW. S wasn't even in the room yet. She started cutting. You want to know the worst part?? I COULD FEEL IT!!! I started yelling and hollering. That wasn't a numb tingly feeling, that was a sharp knife cutting pain! I couldn't believe it. I started bawling, and told them to get S in there NOW. My Dr looked at the anesthesiologist and told him to put me under. Ry didn't have the time to sit there and wait. He got another IV going in my other hand, and got the meds going. He was amazing. I remember asking him if he could stay with me the whole time (lol). He sat there and just rubbed my hair while the Dr started cutting again.

Introduction and Birth Story

I've been wanting to start a blog for a while now, but never got around to it... So I figured now that I have Ry, it would really be a good time to start. I want to be able to look at this months and years down the road and remember how blessed I have been in the past couple of months.

S and I met in April of 2008 and started dating in July. (Funny story, my best friend was his girl friend at the time... She broke up with him, started dating another guy that night, he and I started talking and became very close friends and decided to start dating!) We were engaged by May of 2009 and married May of 2010. (05-15-10) It was an amazing wedding. I don't think I could have asked for more. My parents were a God send getting everything together.

March 5th, I found out I was pregnant!! Not exactly how we wanted things to happen especially so close to the wedding. But it was amazing. I couldn't have asked for a better pregnancy. My only complaint was in the first trimester I stayed nauseated. But I swear, the day I hit my second trimester, it was perfect!

October 14th, S and I were on our way to my weekly appointment when I fell going down the stairs of our porch. I don't think I have ever been that scared in my life. S said he has never heard anyone scream like that. We went straight to my appointment, she checked me and sent me straight to the hospital. The ER checked my back and butt bone to make sure nothing was fractured or messed up. The Dr that saw me in the ER sent me right over to L&D to be monitored for an hour. 4 tubes of blood, 1 sonogram, 1 huge glass of ice water and 1 hr of monitoring later, they sent me home deeming Ry okay. My mom, S and I went out to dinner after all this 4 hour escapade. S and I went home, and I nursed my behind... Good Lord did it hurt!! I seriously had a black bruise not even 20 minutes after I fell.

The next day was S and my 5 month ann of our wedding, so we went out to Applebees with my parents just to get out and relax. We had to stop and get some things at WalMart. I was wore out when we were walking around and told S that I had to go home. I was really not feeling good...