Number Eight has finally arrived!!! Woohoo! Two weeks ago Friday, Aiden Joseph made his way into the world in a way that only he could have pulled off. After all of the problems and complications that I had encountered during my pregnancy, (for example nonstress tests from week 27 on, daily injections that turned into 6x's a day injections by the end of my pregnancy, etc) I was sure that the labor and delivery would go smoothly....yeah, not so much.
The week that I was to be induced I was running around like a crazy person trying to get everything taken care of before I went in to the hospital. I had to pack not only my bag for the hospital, but also clothes for all four of the little kids as well as all of the little things, like Lamby and Bear-Bear, Isaac's antibiotics, blah, blah, blah. you get the point! I was also trying to get the house prepared for my absence to make things as easy on Brian and the kids as possible. Two wonderfully beautiful and generous women from our church brought us not one or two meals but 9 meals!!! Can you even imagine! My freezer was totally stocked! We still have food from them. I haven't had to cook a meal yet! It was also wonderful to not have to worry about the whereabouts of the four little kids. My fabulous in-laws, Marge and Bill offered to take them for as long as we needed them to be watched. That took a huge weight off of my shoulders. The final thing going on that week was Hannah's Kindergarten screening for next year. I took her into the school and by the time we got home, Marge was there to get the little kids. After they left Brian came home and we had a quick dinner and then we were off the the hospital!!! I was admitted at 8:00 and then they started me on the cervidil. I was overjoyed to find out that I would be in one of the "big rooms." At our hospital there are 6 labor and delivery rooms, but because of some weird random fire codes you can only stay in 2 of them after you actually deliver. Woohoo again! I was so happy because the other rooms are just too small to fit my whole family. When Brian brings the kids to see me and meet the new baby, it can get a little bit crowded! Brian left to go home at around 10:00, with the understanding that he would be back bright and early before any of the major stuff started to go down. He was true to his word and once the 3 big kids were off to school he came back to the hospital. I was very glad to see him. I'm not real big on being in the hospital by myself. I'm a big baby, I know it!
Thursday morning brought more blood work, more medication and more things to worry about. My doctor came in to see me and had a very bad look on her face. After being with this woman through all 5 of my pregnancies, I could tell that something was wrong. I was right. Apparently my platelet count was dropping and it was too low for the one anesthesiologist to give me and epidural. She had called in another one and God bless him he agreed to put the catheter for the epidural in right then. The medicine could be added when needed, but the tricky and risky part would still be able to be done safely in case my counts would drop again. I dodged a major bullet there! No way was I having this kid without an epidural.
Even though Aiden was my fifth pregnancy and I have obviously been through this before, there were so many things that were unique to just this pregnancy and labor. First of all the stupid shots were new. I started on 1 shot of Lovenox a day and eventually ended up on 6 shots of heparin a day injected into a very stretched out huge stomach. Not fun. Another thing that was unique to this labor was the addition of the puffer slipper things that I had to wear. Since I couldn't take my blood thinners while I was in labor, I had to wear these slipper things that kept puffing up with air to keep my circulation going to prevent blood clots. It was a very odd feeling but it kept things interesting. It also added one more thing that the nurses needed to unhook every time that I had to go to the bathroom. And since I was being pumped with fluids constantly, that was very often!. Since I had been in for so many Nonstress test, I had come to know the nurses pretty well. They would often tease me about how bad my baby was, because he never cooperated with them...not ever. But they were all so nice and it made the whole thing much easier to handle.
The contractions were coming frequently and getting harder, but nothing was happening. As usual, Aiden was not cooperating! He was coming down at an angle and not putting pressure on my cervix so I wasn't dilating. That was basically how things went for the whole day on Thursday. I dilated a whole 1/2 a centimeter all day! Things were not looking good. Dr Russell came back in early that evening and said that they were "closing me down" for the day. They took me off of the pitocin and unhooked me for a little while and I got to eat some dinner. Then they put in the cervidil and we settled in for the night...again.
Friday, also known as Day Two, brought with it all of the trials and worries from day one and a few new ones. My Pappy was brought in to the Emergency room in the morning and ended up passing away from a heart attack on Friday morning. Being in labor and losing my grandpa at the same time was extremely difficult. I kept going back and forth between being excited to meet Aiden and sadness over losing my Pappy. The other additional worry was the fact that I was basically given a deadline and if I didn't progress quickly it was very likely that I was looking at a c-section. I can't have a c-section aside from the blood thinners that make surgery tricky for me, the recovery time for a c-section is not something that I have given our busy home life. Friday basically went like this: bad contractions, Dr Narcisse broke my water, bad contractions, crying about my Pappy, really bad contractions, still no progress, epidural medication, smiles and contented sighs from the warm fuzzy feeling from the epidural, progress to 4 centimeters, contractions, but not so bad because I can't feel them, pressure, dilated to 5 centimeters, a lot of pressure, flip from one side to try and turn the baby, flip to the other side, more pressure, Dr Narcisse checked me again and miraculously I was 10 centimeters!! Dr Narcisse still looked really doubtful that I was going to be able push him out on my own. She had the operating room on standby. None of the nurses thought that I would be able to do it either, but they convinced her to let me try to push him out on my own. I pushed for what felt like an eternity, which was actually about 45 minutes. They had me flip to my one side to try to push and finally he decided to cooperate! I could see my mom's face and she was looking a little bit worried. I was starting to doubt that I could do it either. After sweating and crying and pushing, Aiden Joseph finally managed to work his way out into the world. The cord was around his neck and Dr Narcisse had to cut it right away. He was a little bit floppy and his arms and legs were really white. I was worried, but they kept rubbing him and gave him some oxygen. He started to perk up and he got nice and pink. Once he started to cry I felt much better. I knew that he was going to be fine. He was in the very capable hands of my nurses and the pediatrician. Once the room was back in order and the baby and I were all cleaned up, Brian and I finally were able to take a really good look at our new little guy. He was beautiful and perfect and precious. All of the frustration and worry, the doubts and fears were all put to rest as we snuggled our sweet little boy. He was 8 pounds and 7 ounces and 23 inches of little baby boy. He was healthy and adorable.
Brand Spankin' New
The red marks on his forehead and cheek are from where his little face was pushing on my tailbone! Yikes!
Meeting Aiden was the bright spot in Pap-pap's sad day.