I started this post for weeks ago. Lol. Nice, but I never finished it, in fact it never got past its title.
So here she is and her two months glory!
Life is good, but crazy busy. C is still on home and hospital, M is almost done with 6th grade, S is almost 2 and proving it daily, and little F is trying to figure out this crazy world.
Other than that things are about the same: lots of laughter, very little sleep, and miracles daily! What more can a girl ask for?
I know, I know, no parent should ever wish for a baby born before 37 weeks. However, having two very healthy at 35 weeks makes going past that torture. Somehow, we made it to 38 weeks! I am so grateful that we did, because things have not gone completely smoothly.
Yesterday morning we saw my doctor at 8 am. By 8:30 we were checking in at Labor and Delivery. I was contracting (every 10 minutes or so) and dilated to a 5+. Hooray! Finally we knew we were not going home.
I continued to contract, and around 10:45 am the doctor broke my water. At that point I was a 6. At 12:09 (the nurse checked the charting for me) the doc checked me again and said I was a 7 and having regular contractions every 8 minutes. Doc said he was going to get lunch, but planned to see us within the hour.
Well, that is when things went wild. Instead of returning to the sitting position I had been laboring in I rolled onto my side. The contractions started rolling back to back, the pain was off the charts and I felt everything change. The nurse started calling for the staff for delivery as I shrieked my way through each intense pain. My volume was so high the nurse couldn't get her pager to register calls.
I told her the baby was coming, fortunately she believed me, and started to push. She was amazing, she encouraged, unwrapped the cord from the baby's neck, and managed to keep me from giving up all within a couple of minutes! Fortunately, I was loud enough that the charge nurse also came running, and helped us get her out. Poor Dr. Smith walked back in the room just as the final push forced her out. Time of delivery? 12:29 p.m.
Yeah, that is the way we do it... Our poor little sweetie came quite blue with a fist against her face. A little oxygen and chest tapping got her back on track, but her face is still very bruised.
We got her back from the nursery an hour after delivery, and thought we were good to go. However, then her blood sugar began to drop.We tried a bottle, but it wasn't enough. She has been in the nursery since about 6:30 last night. They stabilized her blood sugar with an IV, which she hates. She was so tired she slept all night, but has been nursing well today.
Because of the bruising the checked her bilirubin this afternoon, and started her on lights tonight. We aren't doing anything the easy way this time, but we are so grateful she is ok. These minor trials will hopefully be over soon, and we will all be on our way home. It has given me new found respect for friends and family who have had NICU babies- this is hard, but we have an end in sight.
Love you all! Hope you are well, and finding joy in your corner of the world! We are so blessed!
The kids are looking forward to holding our sweetie soon, even Stormond.
We are so lucky to have made 35 weeks again this pregnancy. There are lots of milestones in pregnancy, but for our family 35 weeks is a magic number. Both C and M were born in the 35th week with no complications and were able to come home right away.
We have been to Labor and Delivery 2 times so far: 31 weeks 3 days ( right after my last final) and 33 weeks 6 days. Both times they helped stop my labor, but now we are in the clear to deliver if we get started again.
We went in and were checked yesterday, I was 2.5 cm and 80% effaced. The baby is getting really vocal about each contraction I have. She is not enjoying being squeezed. We keep telling her there is a way to stop it, but so far no luck!
The kids are all well. Hopefully C is going back to school full-time on the 20th. S is still keeping us all on our toes, he thinks naps should be a thing of the past- but he,definitely still needs one each day.
M turned 12 and receive the Aaronic priesthood last month. It is so hard to be a December birthday, especially when mom has to spend the day flat in bed! He was a trooper, helping make his own cake from scratch!
C said it was only fair because I was too sick while pregnant with S to make her 12 year-old cake, so she made her own too. What a fine tradition!
We are so proud of the older kids and the way they are stepping up to help with S, making dinner, and even helping grandma.
Grandma is slowing down a lot the last few months. We hope she will continue to be healthy, but her heart is really having a tough time lately.
Love you all. More pictures soon!
Here's hoping I actually get this posted in the next week or so...
Had a test for school today, so the kids got to watch S on their day off school. Lucky them! He has had a bad cold, so they are lucky he is such a happy guy. Even when he feels horrible he is sweet and cuddly!
Our excitement for the day is visiting Mor-Mor, trick-or-treating at Dad's office, and then M is going trick-or-treating with friends while C goes to a Hunger Games Marathon, I don't think she will make it through both movies, the Mono is still reeking havoc with her fatigue level.
I wanted to add pictures, but they are still only on the camera. Here is the post anyway...
