Baby News

The baby has arrived and it's a BOY!!  His name I will not reveal here, in order to protect his identity I will still refer to him as Kiwi on my blog.  He is so stinkin cute and we have had our hearts stolen by this little guy.  


On Thursday morning, June 7, my actual due date, at 6:50am I woke up to a dream I was having.  I was dreaming that B and I were sitting on the couch and I suddenly had to go to the washroom where I started peeing out water balloons that would burst and paint colours were coming out.  When I woke up I realized that my water had broken.  I went and woke up B and told him that he wouldn't be going into work that day.  Since he had worked so late the night before he was excited but seriously tired.  Of course I needed to clean up my mess and decided that washing the sheets and bed cover were a top priority and tried doing it myself between contractions.  I had been having contractions since the Monday but nothing pattern related.  Now that my water had broken they were coming regularly and getting stronger.  At about 10 or 11am (I'm a little fuzzy on the exact time line) we headed to the hospital where once we got there I stood in the parking lot with another big puddle underneath me (apparently when I would move I would gush more water).  We walked into the hospital, my flip flops squeaking with each step. I cried to B, I'm like that girl in the movie ("What to Expect when you're expecting") when her water breaks inside the hospital doors.  When we got up to the maternity ward they looked at me and because I was wearing a dress didn't think too much until I uncrossed my legs and they saw the water marks.  We all kind of laughed and they did a check.  They said I could stay or I could go home for a while and labour where it will be more comfortable.  They gave me some drugs and I went home and tried to rest.   


4 hours later we were heading back to the hospital.  This time when I arrived they said they were keeping me.  So I got settled into room one on the labour and delivery side of the maternity ward.  Because I was having such extreme back labour (due to Kiwi being sunny side up as they call it)  the only position that was comfortable for me was sitting on the loo.  I basically sat there the entire time, except for when I had a shower so I could put my hair up in a braid (you know, priorities).  The heat from the water on my back helped as well.  


When 6pm came around I asked them if I could have an epidural and they decided they would check me first.  They checked and said I only had 2 more cm to go and I was almost there and the worst was over so I should tough through but they would give me some more femera?  (I'm really not sure on the drugs names).  So I agreed and continued on our journey.  At 8pm I felt I needed to push.  I began pushing, and pushing and pushing and by mid-night (yes 4 hours later) we decided to take an epidural, rest through the night and re-access in the morning.  He was just not able to come out.  That part, waiting for the epidural was the most torturous part.  Only because I was told not to push anymore and just breath through the contractions.  (Easier said than done my friends!)  Finally when I got all hooked I up I was able to rest.  The epidural made my contractions go slightly infrequent so they put me on another drug to get them restart in a pattern.  Even though the epidural took the cramps away, I could still feel the intensity need to push with each of them and had to do some serious breathing through each of them every 5 mins from 3 am until 8am when my doctor would be coming back.  So needless to say "my rest" time was not very restful.  


The next morning when my doctor arrived she said it looks like Kiwi had made his way down and we were ready to get pushing again.  We started the pushing process and then my doctor said she wanted to the specialist to take a look really quick.  He came in and jiggled my tummy around and told me that because of Kiwi's position we would get the head out, but the shoulders will get stuck.  So he advised to get an emergency c-section.  (This has happened in my family before and the outcome was nearly horrific so I didn't even bat an eye and agreed to having the c-section). That conversation happened shortly after 8am.  


They prepped me and took me downstairs and got me set up with a spinal because it would only take 2 minutes to start the surgery with a spinal rather than filling up my epidural which would make us have to wait 20minutes.  The doctor cut into me without me even knowing they were beginning.  Than, because I had been pushing for so long earlier my uterus was too hard to get into so they had to give me another drug that made me feel very funny, lightheaded and out of it slightly.  This drug helped my body to relax and then they could cut in.  When they were trying to get Kiwi out his head had gotten stuck and they had to really pull hard on him. I heard the surgeon grunting several times and I could feel my body being tossed around a bit but it didn't hurt at all.  Then suddenly he was here.  They took him over to clean him up and do all the checks and I could only see his feet up in the air, all 10 toes!  His cry made me cry and I was so over joyed.  B was the one to tell us if it was a boy or girl which I thought was really cool...because we asked, what is it, what is it?  And the nurse said, Dad's going to come over here and tell us!  B's arms went straight up in the air like he just saw the best goal of his life and said it's a boy.  We cried and rejoiced together.  I couldn't believe he was actually here.  There was an actual baby inside of me.  They unstrapped one of my arms so I could have him placed on my chest and I could hold him for a couple of minutes before they took him upstairs.  It was the best moment!  


Than I was taken to recovery for what they said should be an hour, it ended up being more like 2 1/2 hours.  The recovery nurses laughed at me because they said, most new moms come in here hyped on adrenaline but I went to sleep.  26.5 hours of labour, 4 hours of pushing and a c-section takes a lot of energy.  Besides I told them, once I go upstairs I won't have time to sleep again!  Have to take advantage of the moment.  My nurses and doctors were amazing!  They were so caring and sweet.  We were in the hospital until the Sunday evening.  And our sweet little boy is now home with us.  


Michelle


We love you so much Kiwi!  You are an answer to prayer!
Love mommy