It's been a while! And with good reason, I've got my hands quite full these days. Every time I think I will have time to post my little peanut baby seems to think otherwise...
She seems to run the roost around here recently. Anyhow, here is what is going on with us so far.
On May 21st I had a routine Dr. Appt. I was 1 week from my due date and resigned myself to the fact that this baby was in no hurry to get here. I figured they would just look at me and tell me "everything looks good, see you next week" like they had before (that is a direct quote from my Dr).
Like I need a Dr to tell me there is a baby in there and she is moving around? I could figure that one out myself. Those appointments at the end there seem so useless sometimes.
So on May 21st they did an ultrasound and took some measurements of the baby. It was a Friday and I was off work early so I was quite excited. I had a fun night of game playing and Tivo'd show watching planned. However my Dr had other plans. She said that the baby was not growing well anymore, and at that point it would be safest to get her out of there. So she wrote the order for them to induce me.
Ok I thought, great I'll come back tomorrow and we'll get this whole thing going? Nope, she told me to head on over to labor and delivery.
My thinking was, now? As in right now? I can't have a baby right now I have a birthday party to go to...
Of course this was an appointment that Jimmy was not able to go with me to, so I called him up, hands shaking and told him, "Honey, it's time" (ok maybe I didn't use those exact words). His reaction was much like mine. Shock and panic.
I mean we had everything ready at home. Hospital bags were packed, diapers were purchased, crib assembled etc. But as I walked down the hall to the labor and delivery unit by myself reality really set in. I would not be watching the season finally of 90210 tonight. In fact, the next time I left the hospital I would be plus 1.
I settle into my room, got strapped up to like 50 uncomfortable beeping machines and waited. And waited. Jimmy got there with bags and goodies in tow, and I felt much better. My parents and mother in law came as well, so it was nice to have some company while we played the waiting game.
And wait we did. Unfortunately the labor and delivery unit was a bit nuts that evening, so with other women actually needing urgent attention I was not high on the priority list. So I sat in my room for 5 hours before they actually examined me and came up with a plan ( so I could have gone home and watched 90210 after all. And gone to my birthday party.
They decided to give me Cervadil, to thin out my cervix. I was 80% effaced, but they wanted more. Cervadil is a 12 hour process though, and at this point it was 11pm so it looked like there would be no baby for me on May 21st. They let Jimmy stay with me overnight, which I was extremely grateful for.
12 hours later, after my round of Cervadil is when the real fun started. They gave me Pitocin next, and that kick started things alright. The contractions started rolling in, and they were not pleasant. After a while of that, I decided it was epidural time. Those of you who do this all the natural way, more power to you! But I am not one of them. Thank goodness for epidurals!
At around 6pm ish that night, they came to check my progress. I was fully dilated, fully effaced and the baby ( still name TBD at that point was ready to come). They wheeled me over to the actual delivery area, and at 7:13pm on May 22nd Brynlee Rose Cuillard was born, 6lb 13oz and 19 inches long. She was actually 10 oz bigger then they thought she would be, which is crazy considering she was so tiny as it was!
I still keep thinking about seeing that little face for the first time. It truly is an amazing feeling, there is absolutely nothing like it. To see those little eyes actually look at me and to realize this little peanut of a baby is mine and I grew her for 9 months was a memory I'll cherish forever. To see that little body and realize that all the sickness, heart burn, aches and pains, mood swings etc where actually for a purpose!
I'd being lying if I said that first week wasn't a tough one. People tell you about the lack of sleep, the crying and emotional whirlwind that is becoming a new Mom. But it's one of those things you have to experience I think. Brynlee is going on 3 weeks old now, and I think we are starting to get the hang of it. At least a little bit.
If there is one thing this whole experience has really taught me it's how truly amazing my husband is. There is no doubt in my mind that I would not have been able to do any of this without him. I knew he would make a wonderful dad, but I love being able to see it in action now! I'm so grateful I married the man I did and that we have a healthy new addition to our family.
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