We've raised one end of her bassinet to help with the reflux, and except for duct tape, we haven't thought of anything that'll keep her from getting all scrunched at the bottom of her bassinet. You can plainly see from this picture that she's really bothered by it.
Thursday, January 29, 2009
Weekly Natalie - Week 4
This is how I found Natalie a few mornings ago. Obviously Lee and I need more practice at this swaddling thing. Or maybe we should market this trendy, one-shouldered swaddle blanket.
We've raised one end of her bassinet to help with the reflux, and except for duct tape, we haven't thought of anything that'll keep her from getting all scrunched at the bottom of her bassinet. You can plainly see from this picture that she's really bothered by it.
We've raised one end of her bassinet to help with the reflux, and except for duct tape, we haven't thought of anything that'll keep her from getting all scrunched at the bottom of her bassinet. You can plainly see from this picture that she's really bothered by it.
Tuesday, January 27, 2009
Dairy Free
Because Natalie has been spitting up a lot (or at least it looks like a lot to me), I was worried that she wasn't getting enough to eat - that her burp rags held more milk than her stomach. She weighed 8lbs, 13oz last Thursday when I took her into the pediatrician. And I was hoping I could stop by today and get her weighed again, but they charge $55 for a weight check! That's more than my copay for a normal office visit. Insanity.
So I took Natalie to Baptist Hospital to get her weighed at the lactation office. She weighed 8lbs, 15oz. That's on the low end of 'normal' weight gain (1/2oz - 1oz per day) but the scale at Baptist might be calibrated differently than the scale at the pediatrician's office, so this might not be a good judge of appropriate weight gain.
The lactation consultant suggested I cut dairy out of my diet for 10 days to see if that's the cause of her spitting up. There's something in cow's milk that baby stomachs have a hard time digesting. So if in 10 days, she seems better, then we know what the culprit is. My consultant also said that after 10 days, I could slowly add dairy back into my diet, just a pared down version of what I was eating before.
But giving up dairy for 10 whole days? That's gonna be rough. No matter how poor Lee and I might get, we will always have cheese and organic milk (I'm ashamed to admit that I'm a total milk snob). So now I have to think of other mid-morning snacks to eat ... and I have to think of other ways for me to get enough protein.
But if it helps her feel better and helps her to gain weight, I'll do it. I've kinda gotten attached to her over the past 3.5 weeks ...
So I took Natalie to Baptist Hospital to get her weighed at the lactation office. She weighed 8lbs, 15oz. That's on the low end of 'normal' weight gain (1/2oz - 1oz per day) but the scale at Baptist might be calibrated differently than the scale at the pediatrician's office, so this might not be a good judge of appropriate weight gain.
The lactation consultant suggested I cut dairy out of my diet for 10 days to see if that's the cause of her spitting up. There's something in cow's milk that baby stomachs have a hard time digesting. So if in 10 days, she seems better, then we know what the culprit is. My consultant also said that after 10 days, I could slowly add dairy back into my diet, just a pared down version of what I was eating before.
But giving up dairy for 10 whole days? That's gonna be rough. No matter how poor Lee and I might get, we will always have cheese and organic milk (I'm ashamed to admit that I'm a total milk snob). So now I have to think of other mid-morning snacks to eat ... and I have to think of other ways for me to get enough protein.
But if it helps her feel better and helps her to gain weight, I'll do it. I've kinda gotten attached to her over the past 3.5 weeks ...
Friday, January 23, 2009
GERD
Whew. So there's finally a reason why Natalie has been acting so grumpy lately.
She had been cluster feeding earlier this week (from her 2-to-3-week growth spurt) and we just figured that was the reason she was fussier than normal. She was also spitting up more than she usually does, but again, we just thought it was because she was eating more due to cluster feeding.
But almost every time we tried to burp her, she'd have a fit. She wasn't crying her normal baby cries - these sounded like she was in physical pain. It was really heartbreaking.
And it was scary when she'd go completely rigid, from the tips of her toes to the top of her head. She'd plant her feet on our lap, stand straight up, arch her back, and let out some pretty gnarly cries. When she wasn't crying, she was making this horrible hacking sound. We felt so helpless, not being able to comfort her.
I finally called the nurses' line for our pediatrician and she suggested I bring Natalie in for a checkup. I described what was happening to her doctor and she said acid reflux was the most likely cause.
So now we have some medicine to give her twice a day for six months. After six months, babies' digestive systems have usually matured enough to where they don't need the reflux medicine anymore. But even if she still needs it after six months, who cares?
We haven't perfected the art of giving her medicine, but we're getting better. In a few more days, we should be pros.
Already we can see a difference in her. I fed her this morning and she burped afterwards without any crying. Our sweet baby is coming back!!
She had been cluster feeding earlier this week (from her 2-to-3-week growth spurt) and we just figured that was the reason she was fussier than normal. She was also spitting up more than she usually does, but again, we just thought it was because she was eating more due to cluster feeding.
But almost every time we tried to burp her, she'd have a fit. She wasn't crying her normal baby cries - these sounded like she was in physical pain. It was really heartbreaking.
And it was scary when she'd go completely rigid, from the tips of her toes to the top of her head. She'd plant her feet on our lap, stand straight up, arch her back, and let out some pretty gnarly cries. When she wasn't crying, she was making this horrible hacking sound. We felt so helpless, not being able to comfort her.
I finally called the nurses' line for our pediatrician and she suggested I bring Natalie in for a checkup. I described what was happening to her doctor and she said acid reflux was the most likely cause.
So now we have some medicine to give her twice a day for six months. After six months, babies' digestive systems have usually matured enough to where they don't need the reflux medicine anymore. But even if she still needs it after six months, who cares?
We haven't perfected the art of giving her medicine, but we're getting better. In a few more days, we should be pros.
Already we can see a difference in her. I fed her this morning and she burped afterwards without any crying. Our sweet baby is coming back!!
Thursday, January 22, 2009
Weekly Natalie - Week 3
About 5 minutes ago, I made the executive decision to post a weekly picture of Natalie. I'm sure I'll post more than one picture of her each week, but I at least want one weekly picture of her to see how she's grown, and to see how her personality changes over the months and years.
I don't think I took this one last week, but it's one of my favorites.
This is what happens when Natalie's hungry, I'm not quite ready, and Lee has a burning question. Answer? Yes, Natalie will try to nurse from his nose if she's really hungry.
I don't think I took this one last week, but it's one of my favorites.
This is what happens when Natalie's hungry, I'm not quite ready, and Lee has a burning question. Answer? Yes, Natalie will try to nurse from his nose if she's really hungry.
Growth Spurt
Just an FYI to me when we have more children (yes, I put "when" - even though the memories of labor and delivery are still fresh, I can see myself doing it again). or when Natalie goes through this again:
Growth spurts are painful. Maybe not physically (though it very well may be), but emotionally. Natalie has been going through her 2-3 week growth spurt over the past few days and we'll ALL be happy when it's over. She's fussier than normal and she's been nursing like crazy.
I know it's normal and that's what babies do, so it didn't really catch us off guard. But it was still rough not being able to console her.
But thankfully I see our sweet baby returning back to normal. I'd hate to have to ask Baptist Hospital what their return policy is.
(I kid, I kid)
Growth spurts are painful. Maybe not physically (though it very well may be), but emotionally. Natalie has been going through her 2-3 week growth spurt over the past few days and we'll ALL be happy when it's over. She's fussier than normal and she's been nursing like crazy.
I know it's normal and that's what babies do, so it didn't really catch us off guard. But it was still rough not being able to console her.
But thankfully I see our sweet baby returning back to normal. I'd hate to have to ask Baptist Hospital what their return policy is.
(I kid, I kid)
Saturday, January 17, 2009
Petunia
There's something that Lee and I recently discovered about Natalie ... maybe this is common among all newborns, but we've certainly never seen it mentioned in any of the baby books we've read.
This child often sounds like a feral pig. (Do I have any experience with feral pigs? No. But her noises sound like how I would imagine a feral pig to sound.)
She grunts, she snorts, she makes very unladylike noises ... especially when she's nursing. It's a bit disconcerting to hear such noises while she's latched on to me.
Does she have a deviated septum? Who knows? All we know is that she could make her own best-seller sound effects CD.
So we've added "Petunia" to Natalie's list of nicknames that Lee and I call her. Porky would be very proud.
This child often sounds like a feral pig. (Do I have any experience with feral pigs? No. But her noises sound like how I would imagine a feral pig to sound.)
She grunts, she snorts, she makes very unladylike noises ... especially when she's nursing. It's a bit disconcerting to hear such noises while she's latched on to me.
Does she have a deviated septum? Who knows? All we know is that she could make her own best-seller sound effects CD.
So we've added "Petunia" to Natalie's list of nicknames that Lee and I call her. Porky would be very proud.
Thursday, January 15, 2009
Mug Shots
Lee and I are very fortunate to have such talented photographer friends ... many, many hugs to Rae and Nicki
The following images are (c) Rae Leytham Photography
The following images are (c) Rae Leytham Photography
The following images are (c) Nicki Smith Photography
Wednesday, January 14, 2009
Birth Story
* Disclaimer: I know this is tremendously long. I hope nobody feels obligated to make it to the end. This is more for me to keep a record of how labor and delivery went.
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40 weeks, 5 days ... On New Years Eve, Lee played one last round of golf (9 holes) because he only had to work a half day. That night, we went to dinner with my parents. I wanted to get something spicy in the hopes that would kickstart this labor thing, so we opted for Thai food. I felt okay during dinner, though my mom later mentioned to me that she thought I didn't look well.
I started having pretty regular contractions after we got home. They weren't anything bad, but they were coming pretty consistently at around 9 or 10 minutes apart for a few hours. We were both pretty tired after dinner but ended up staying up and watching Dick Clark's New Years Rockin' Eve (because that's what you do when you're home and in your PJs by 10pm on New Years Eve!). After it was over, we switched over to Channel 3 to watch the pelican drop at Pensacola's Downtown Countdown. And as soon as the pelican dropped, everything changed.
The contractions went from being "Hmm, this is mildly uncomfortable. I think this a contraction." to "Aaah! This had better be the real thing or I'm in serious trouble!" We tried not to get too excited because we didn't want to get our hopes up in case this was false labor. But we did start getting our things together - we finished up packing the hospital bag, we got some snacks together, I made up a batch of LaborAid (pretty disgusting but an absolute lifesaver - a combination of lemon juice, honey, salt, baking soda, crushed calcium tablets, water, and juice), and we both grabbed a shower. The contractions quickly started lasting well over a minute and coming every 4 and 5 minutes. I hadn't had any other signs of labor so we weren't really sure if this was it - but I knew that contractions that close together probably meant something. So we called our doula and our midwife to let them know what was happening. Our midwife said to go to the hospital and our doula said she'd meet us up there.
I was concerned because Lee and I hadn't gone to bed yet. And I'm less than pleasant when I don't get a good night's sleep.
And in my naive vanity, I straightened my hair before we left. Note to self: Self, don't ever waste your time like that again. Labor is hard work. Labor is sweaty work. Labor is not the time where you look back and think "Dang, my hair looked good." Next time, a ponytail of unstraightened hair will suffice.
The contractions were still coming pretty hard during the ride to the hospital but thankfully there wasn't a lot of traffic on the road so we made pretty good time while dodging NYE revellers swerving their way home. I felt like our Bradley classes got me well prepared for how labor would feel. I was ready for a crazy-intense version of the Braxton Hicks contractions I had been feeling for months. Except that's not what I felt.
Apparently GB was in whatever position that causes back labor. And she was also in whatever position that caused my hips to feel like they were being pried apart. I was NOT prepared for that. That unexpected pain made me a tad (okay, a lot) panicky and I quickly forgot all the relaxation techniques I learned in our Bradley classes.
We got checked in really quickly and I immediately got checked for progress. In my mind, I'm thinking "Okay, these contractions have really sucked. I've got to be at LEAST 5 or 6 centimeters, if not more." Ha. The nurse told me I was a "good 2 cm".
Um, what?
I tried to maintain my composure, but inside I was freaking out. How on earth am I supposed to make it through 8 more centimeters of these contractions?
Thankfully my room had a Jacuzzi tub that I could labor in, so I immediately hopped in. The tub helped, though let's be honest - it's not a magic tub, and the contractions still hurt like crazy. It was during this time that I realized just why the epidural was invented. I had planned to have a drug-free delivery, but I was beginning to have second thoughts. Lee got in the tub with me and applied counter-pressure to my hips while our doula applied counter-pressure to my back. Counter-pressure (and having Norah Jones as background music) is a wonderful thing.
The nurse poked her head in and said that my contractions were looking really good (um, thank you?) and wanted to check my progress. Again, in my mind, I was thinking "Okay, these past two hours sucked worse than before, so I KNOW I've made some progress. It can't be physically possible to go through these contractions and NOT make any progress."
And I did make progress.
A whopping 1/2 centimeter.
I immediately burst into tears, looked at Lee, and said that I didn't think I could do this without drugs. Being the most wonderful labor coach on the face of the Earth that he is, he held my face in his hands and told me that yes, in fact, I could do this. He kissed my nose and reminded me to take it one contraction at a time and to not look too far ahead. That God wouldn't put more on me than I could bear. This was something he reminded me of many times that day.
I think by this time, it was around 9am. The nurse called my midwife to update her on my progress, and she said she'd be up there to check on me in a few hours.
I began to feel queasy and told my nurse that I thought I was going to be sick. She said that she'd go get me an IV of anti-nausea medicine. Our doula whispered in my ear that a lot of times, vomiting is a good sign while in labor and that holding it in can slow down labor. I was so glad to hear that. So I told our nurse that I didn't want an IV - that if I could throw up, I'd take that option.
And take that option I did. I quickly said adios to my Thai dinner from the previous night - I felt much, much better after that.
Over the next several hours I alternated between laboring in the tub, laboring in bed (on my side, to get Natalie better centered - worst. laboring. position. ever.), and laboring on the birthing ball (in some ways, better at relieving pain than the tub).
My midwife arrived and checked me. I was prepared for her to give me bad news - that I was at something like 2 3/4 centimeters. Thankfully she said I was at 6cm! I could have kissed her square on the mouth for giving me that news.
I got back into the tub and stayed there for an hour or so. Although I didn't realize it at the time, I think this last tub adventure was my transition period - I was in a very unladylike position in the tub with my head very, very close to the top of the water. To get through each contraction, I would moan "breeeeeeeeathe ... down to the baby" in very low tones. Lee and our doula were both worried that I was going to drown myself (not really), but I always knew how close my face was to the water. I just tried to focus on the ripples ... and not the fact that it felt like my hips were being set on fire.
I continued to have fleeting moments of sheer I-don't-think-I-can-do-this terror, but was always brought out of it by Lee and his kind, supportive words. He wouldn't let me wallow or self-doubt for too long. And for that, I am eternally indebted to him.
At about 1:30, I got checked again. Shock-of-all-shocks, I was already at 10cm. My midwife told me it was time to push. I told her that I didn't feel like I needed to push, so she said I'd just do a 'test push'. I was pumped about pushing since I had heard that pushing was the best feeling - it was a relief and felt great compared to the pains of labor.
Or perhaps not.
Pushing feels great ... for some women. For other women though, pushing absolutely sucks. It's NOT the best feeling, it WASN'T a relief, and it DIDN'T feel great compared to the pains of labor. And I was horrified at this realization. That I would have to endure any amount of this horrible pushing to meet our baby was a very overwhelming feeling.
And because pushing hurt, and because I hadn't slept in many, many hours, I was a bad pusher. I never, ever got the urge to push so I didn't think I was doing it right. I would puuuuuush for 10 seconds and then have to relax and take a breath ... which meant the baby would alllllllllmost come and then retreat. She was like a dang Whack-a-Mole.
I pushed while squatting, I pushed while on my side, I pushed while on all fours - I couldn't really ever find the best position. I eventually stuck with the squatting position, only because that was the one I felt I had the most control over.
Lee was right by my side the whole time, grunting along with me while I pushed. He was a great cheerleader. "Good job, baby! That was an awesome push! You're almost there!" It really helped to drown out some of my negative self-talk. There were a few times I had to focus on his face; he looked at me with all the love and support in the world. I thought that I might not be able to do it, but it wouldn't be because Lee didn't believe in me.
After an hour or so of pushing, instead of 'bearing down', I started to let my air out with each push - I sounded like a deflating balloon (Lee does a great impression of me doing this - feel free to ask him for a demonstration). My midwife kept telling me "Push like you mean it!!" My response? A sobby and blubbery "I don't mean it! I don't know HOW to mean it!"
We got to the point where the baby was right there, ready to make her grand entrance. All the baby needed was me to do 2 or 3 really good, really productive pushes. Unfortunately, at that exact time, I decided that I needed a break after each contraction. I had finally figured out how to push correctly, but it was incredibly exhausting. I thought that the nurses and my midwife would comply with my need to rest.
Ha.
So I, thinking that I was totally sneaky, decided to come up with any lie I could think of that would make the nurses and my midwife be okay with me relaxing after each push.
Me: I'm going to throw up! (I thought this would work because my midwife doesn't 'do' puke.)
* out of nowhere, a little tray for me to throw up in appeared on my chest *
Dang it.
Me: I can't breathe!! (I thought this would work because of, you know, the importance of breathing)
Random Nurse: Well you're talking, so obviously you can breathe!
Dang it again.
Me: My hips hurt!! (I thought this would work because I thought SOMEone would have sympathy)
Random Nurse: Your hips are going to hurt until you push this baby out!
Seriously?
Me: My back hurts!! (Again, I was really fishing for some sympathy)
Random Nurse: Your back is going to hurt until you push this baby out!
At that point, I decided that I hated every single person in the delivery room.
Before 1/1/09, I always thought that I would be able to maintain my composure in the delivery room. I've seen how crazy the women act on "A Baby Story" and I just knew that I could handle it better than they were. Was all the screaming and yelling really necessary?
Answer: Yes. Screaming and yelling helps.
And so does swearing. I vaguely remember letting a few choice four-letter words fly out of my mouth ... but apparently I let out a tad more than a few. Thankfully, Lee said that I wasn't swearing at anyone in the room (I would feel really bad if I did that) - I was just muttering the obscenities to myself.
I finally got a break after one contraction. My midwife said that she could see a head full of hair - and that she (our midwife) was playing with her (the baby's) hair, twirling it around and around. And that it'd be nice if I would just go ahead and push her out so she can see her whole head of hair. That brought me out of my funk and made me laugh.
More pushing.
Shortly after that, our midwife tells Lee to put on a gown and some gloves and deliver his daughter. I was scared since I wanted him by me while I was pushing, but our doula swept in and took his place by my side. She was a wonderful, wonderful addition to my delivery.
I had my eyes scrunched closed while I got through the last few pushes - and the next thing I knew, I opened my eyes and saw Lee pulling out our baby. It was the most amazing moment I have ever experienced. Seeing my husband deliver our daughter was beautiful. Miraculous. Sweet beyond words. He had such a proud look on his face. I had never been more in love with him. I had never been more proud of him.
Lee immediately put the baby on my chest. I had always thought that I wanted the nurses to clean the baby off before they put her on my chest. Freshly-born babies are, um, kind of icky. And slimy. And funny looking. But not our baby. I thought she was the most beautiful thing that God had ever created. I had no concept of her ickiness or slimyness. All I saw was perfection.
Lee and I were laughing and crying, just marveling at what just happened. We looked at each other for what seemed like an eternity. When the cord finally stopped pulsing, Lee cut it, and the nurses took the baby to get cleaned off and weighed.
Natalie Jane Smith arrived at 3:43pm on Thursday, January 1, 2009. She turned out to be the first baby born at Baptist Hospital (she was actually the ONLY baby born at Baptist on the 1st).
She weighed 7lbs, 10oz and was 20 inches long. Her weight has caused some confusion though. We think something was wrong with the scale in the delivery room. The day after she was born, she weighed 7lbs, 15oz. Which is complete silliness since babies hardly ever GAIN weight in the hospital. And even if they do, it's never 5oz. And her discharge papers listed her at 7lbs, 12oz. So we think that she was right around 8lbs when she was born. But according to the birth certificate, she was 7lbs, 10oz.
While all of her stats were being taken, I was getting stitched up. I had a very small tear because Natalie was born with her right hand touching her left shoulder. (Lee said she's very patriotic) Once that was done, I pushed out the placenta (ew - it's crazy how big that thing was).
The nurses had given the baby to Lee for him to get some skin-to-skin bonding in. Apparently babies really like hairy chests. And I just happened to have a hairy-chested husband in the delivery room - what a good coincidence! Lee started laughing and said that Natalie had scooched her way down his chest and was trying to nurse from him. He handed her to me since we wanted to try nursing as soon as possible after she was born. I saw something weird around her mouth - she was so ready to start nursing that she had pulled a few of Lee's chest hairs out with her mouth :)
She latched on like a pro and ate for about 10 minutes. I was so excited! I had heard how hard nursing can be and I had prayed that I would have a good nurser. Unfortunately this turned out to be a case of beginner's luck, as the ease of nursing quickly went downhill over the next few days.
One of the nurses went into the waiting room to share the news with our families. There were about 10 or 11 people total, so we had them come in small groups of 2 or 3 into the delivery room to meet Natalie. It was so, so special to share that moment with them.
The nurse wheeled me into my recovery room around 6pm. She helped me out of bed and into the bathroom. I'm really glad she was there because I got really, really lightheaded. I guess it never occurred to me that I'd be that dizzy, but it makes sense - I had lost a lot of blood! Thankfully the lightheadedness didn't last too long. By late that night, I felt good and even showered by myself.
While I was in the recover room, Lee stayed behind and played Daddy Bear, watching intently through the nursery glass as the nurses gave Natalie her shots and her first bath. My mom and my sister stayed with me in my recovery room; it was really fun for the Bushway gals to hang out for a bit.
Lee and the nurses wheeled Natalie back into my recovery room a few hours later. They had put a little pink bow on her head and wrapped her up burrito-style. She was fast asleep and looked just like a little angel. That moment was one of many moments where I suddenly started crying.
Lee and I wanted to have Natalie in our room with us, especially because I was insistent at becoming an expert breastfeeder - and I wanted to have her close by me whenever she was hungry. The whole 'expert breastfeeder' thing didn't pan out very well, as I was lucky if I could get her to nurse for 3 or 4 minutes at at time. Thankfully that time has increased exponentially - but it was definitely dicey for the first few days.
Around 1am on the morning of the 2nd, two nurses wheeled in our "First Baby of '09' gift into our room. Lee and I were asleep when they came in, so we didn't really comprehend what was happening or what they were bringing us. It wasn't until later that morning that we saw the extent of the gift - a complete travel system (stroller and infant carrier), full of diapers, wipes, a basket of fun stuff from Bath & Body Works for me, crib toys, a swaddle blanket, bibs, spoons, and more. We truly feel God has his hand in this gift ... the crib toys that were part of the gift matched our crib bedding that we already had at home. And God must have known that the infant carrier would come in handy for the first few outings we took because we hadn't felt comfortable using the sling yet (and the car seat we do have isn't the kind that easily pops out of a base - ours stays in the car).
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There are tons more details that I want to add, but they don't really relate to the whole birth story. I'll just have to be better about posting new updates.
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In summary, I'm still surprised that I managed to go drug-free. The pain was more than I was expecting. I wonder if she had been face down (and I hadn't had the resulting back labor) if I would have maintained my composure better. I'd like to think so. But regardless, I did it. I did it! The most unathletic, uncoordinated girl in the world managed to endure and finish quite a strenuous athletic event. That blows my mind.
I didn't think it was possible to be any more in love with Lee than I was. But his unfailing support and his unstoppable faith in me throughout both my pregnancy and labor made me fall even more in love with him. I never had any doubts about us as a couple before ... but now I'm even more confident in our ability to work together as a team. I'm so proud of Team Smith.
And I've never been more proud to be Lee's wife. He is the epitome of a doting father. Seeing him with Natalie absolutely melts my heart. He is so patient, so helpful, and so supportive. I am one lucky girl.
And I didn't know I could instantly love someone like I instantly loved Natalie. She's perfect. She's cuddly. She's got yummy feet.
My heart has never felt more full. I have a hard time thinking about her or Lee without tearing up. Even as I write this, I'm getting weepy.
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God, thank you for blessing our family. Thank you for trusting us to be Natalie's parents. We know she is Yours and we'll do our best to raise her right.
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40 weeks, 5 days ... On New Years Eve, Lee played one last round of golf (9 holes) because he only had to work a half day. That night, we went to dinner with my parents. I wanted to get something spicy in the hopes that would kickstart this labor thing, so we opted for Thai food. I felt okay during dinner, though my mom later mentioned to me that she thought I didn't look well.
I started having pretty regular contractions after we got home. They weren't anything bad, but they were coming pretty consistently at around 9 or 10 minutes apart for a few hours. We were both pretty tired after dinner but ended up staying up and watching Dick Clark's New Years Rockin' Eve (because that's what you do when you're home and in your PJs by 10pm on New Years Eve!). After it was over, we switched over to Channel 3 to watch the pelican drop at Pensacola's Downtown Countdown. And as soon as the pelican dropped, everything changed.
The contractions went from being "Hmm, this is mildly uncomfortable. I think this a contraction." to "Aaah! This had better be the real thing or I'm in serious trouble!" We tried not to get too excited because we didn't want to get our hopes up in case this was false labor. But we did start getting our things together - we finished up packing the hospital bag, we got some snacks together, I made up a batch of LaborAid (pretty disgusting but an absolute lifesaver - a combination of lemon juice, honey, salt, baking soda, crushed calcium tablets, water, and juice), and we both grabbed a shower. The contractions quickly started lasting well over a minute and coming every 4 and 5 minutes. I hadn't had any other signs of labor so we weren't really sure if this was it - but I knew that contractions that close together probably meant something. So we called our doula and our midwife to let them know what was happening. Our midwife said to go to the hospital and our doula said she'd meet us up there.
I was concerned because Lee and I hadn't gone to bed yet. And I'm less than pleasant when I don't get a good night's sleep.
And in my naive vanity, I straightened my hair before we left. Note to self: Self, don't ever waste your time like that again. Labor is hard work. Labor is sweaty work. Labor is not the time where you look back and think "Dang, my hair looked good." Next time, a ponytail of unstraightened hair will suffice.
The contractions were still coming pretty hard during the ride to the hospital but thankfully there wasn't a lot of traffic on the road so we made pretty good time while dodging NYE revellers swerving their way home. I felt like our Bradley classes got me well prepared for how labor would feel. I was ready for a crazy-intense version of the Braxton Hicks contractions I had been feeling for months. Except that's not what I felt.
Apparently GB was in whatever position that causes back labor. And she was also in whatever position that caused my hips to feel like they were being pried apart. I was NOT prepared for that. That unexpected pain made me a tad (okay, a lot) panicky and I quickly forgot all the relaxation techniques I learned in our Bradley classes.
We got checked in really quickly and I immediately got checked for progress. In my mind, I'm thinking "Okay, these contractions have really sucked. I've got to be at LEAST 5 or 6 centimeters, if not more." Ha. The nurse told me I was a "good 2 cm".
Um, what?
I tried to maintain my composure, but inside I was freaking out. How on earth am I supposed to make it through 8 more centimeters of these contractions?
Thankfully my room had a Jacuzzi tub that I could labor in, so I immediately hopped in. The tub helped, though let's be honest - it's not a magic tub, and the contractions still hurt like crazy. It was during this time that I realized just why the epidural was invented. I had planned to have a drug-free delivery, but I was beginning to have second thoughts. Lee got in the tub with me and applied counter-pressure to my hips while our doula applied counter-pressure to my back. Counter-pressure (and having Norah Jones as background music) is a wonderful thing.
The nurse poked her head in and said that my contractions were looking really good (um, thank you?) and wanted to check my progress. Again, in my mind, I was thinking "Okay, these past two hours sucked worse than before, so I KNOW I've made some progress. It can't be physically possible to go through these contractions and NOT make any progress."
And I did make progress.
A whopping 1/2 centimeter.
I immediately burst into tears, looked at Lee, and said that I didn't think I could do this without drugs. Being the most wonderful labor coach on the face of the Earth that he is, he held my face in his hands and told me that yes, in fact, I could do this. He kissed my nose and reminded me to take it one contraction at a time and to not look too far ahead. That God wouldn't put more on me than I could bear. This was something he reminded me of many times that day.
I think by this time, it was around 9am. The nurse called my midwife to update her on my progress, and she said she'd be up there to check on me in a few hours.
I began to feel queasy and told my nurse that I thought I was going to be sick. She said that she'd go get me an IV of anti-nausea medicine. Our doula whispered in my ear that a lot of times, vomiting is a good sign while in labor and that holding it in can slow down labor. I was so glad to hear that. So I told our nurse that I didn't want an IV - that if I could throw up, I'd take that option.
And take that option I did. I quickly said adios to my Thai dinner from the previous night - I felt much, much better after that.
Over the next several hours I alternated between laboring in the tub, laboring in bed (on my side, to get Natalie better centered - worst. laboring. position. ever.), and laboring on the birthing ball (in some ways, better at relieving pain than the tub).
My midwife arrived and checked me. I was prepared for her to give me bad news - that I was at something like 2 3/4 centimeters. Thankfully she said I was at 6cm! I could have kissed her square on the mouth for giving me that news.
I got back into the tub and stayed there for an hour or so. Although I didn't realize it at the time, I think this last tub adventure was my transition period - I was in a very unladylike position in the tub with my head very, very close to the top of the water. To get through each contraction, I would moan "breeeeeeeeathe ... down to the baby" in very low tones. Lee and our doula were both worried that I was going to drown myself (not really), but I always knew how close my face was to the water. I just tried to focus on the ripples ... and not the fact that it felt like my hips were being set on fire.
I continued to have fleeting moments of sheer I-don't-think-I-can-do-this terror, but was always brought out of it by Lee and his kind, supportive words. He wouldn't let me wallow or self-doubt for too long. And for that, I am eternally indebted to him.
At about 1:30, I got checked again. Shock-of-all-shocks, I was already at 10cm. My midwife told me it was time to push. I told her that I didn't feel like I needed to push, so she said I'd just do a 'test push'. I was pumped about pushing since I had heard that pushing was the best feeling - it was a relief and felt great compared to the pains of labor.
Or perhaps not.
Pushing feels great ... for some women. For other women though, pushing absolutely sucks. It's NOT the best feeling, it WASN'T a relief, and it DIDN'T feel great compared to the pains of labor. And I was horrified at this realization. That I would have to endure any amount of this horrible pushing to meet our baby was a very overwhelming feeling.
And because pushing hurt, and because I hadn't slept in many, many hours, I was a bad pusher. I never, ever got the urge to push so I didn't think I was doing it right. I would puuuuuush for 10 seconds and then have to relax and take a breath ... which meant the baby would alllllllllmost come and then retreat. She was like a dang Whack-a-Mole.
I pushed while squatting, I pushed while on my side, I pushed while on all fours - I couldn't really ever find the best position. I eventually stuck with the squatting position, only because that was the one I felt I had the most control over.
Lee was right by my side the whole time, grunting along with me while I pushed. He was a great cheerleader. "Good job, baby! That was an awesome push! You're almost there!" It really helped to drown out some of my negative self-talk. There were a few times I had to focus on his face; he looked at me with all the love and support in the world. I thought that I might not be able to do it, but it wouldn't be because Lee didn't believe in me.
After an hour or so of pushing, instead of 'bearing down', I started to let my air out with each push - I sounded like a deflating balloon (Lee does a great impression of me doing this - feel free to ask him for a demonstration). My midwife kept telling me "Push like you mean it!!" My response? A sobby and blubbery "I don't mean it! I don't know HOW to mean it!"
We got to the point where the baby was right there, ready to make her grand entrance. All the baby needed was me to do 2 or 3 really good, really productive pushes. Unfortunately, at that exact time, I decided that I needed a break after each contraction. I had finally figured out how to push correctly, but it was incredibly exhausting. I thought that the nurses and my midwife would comply with my need to rest.
Ha.
So I, thinking that I was totally sneaky, decided to come up with any lie I could think of that would make the nurses and my midwife be okay with me relaxing after each push.
Me: I'm going to throw up! (I thought this would work because my midwife doesn't 'do' puke.)
* out of nowhere, a little tray for me to throw up in appeared on my chest *
Dang it.
Me: I can't breathe!! (I thought this would work because of, you know, the importance of breathing)
Random Nurse: Well you're talking, so obviously you can breathe!
Dang it again.
Me: My hips hurt!! (I thought this would work because I thought SOMEone would have sympathy)
Random Nurse: Your hips are going to hurt until you push this baby out!
Seriously?
Me: My back hurts!! (Again, I was really fishing for some sympathy)
Random Nurse: Your back is going to hurt until you push this baby out!
At that point, I decided that I hated every single person in the delivery room.
Before 1/1/09, I always thought that I would be able to maintain my composure in the delivery room. I've seen how crazy the women act on "A Baby Story" and I just knew that I could handle it better than they were. Was all the screaming and yelling really necessary?
Answer: Yes. Screaming and yelling helps.
And so does swearing. I vaguely remember letting a few choice four-letter words fly out of my mouth ... but apparently I let out a tad more than a few. Thankfully, Lee said that I wasn't swearing at anyone in the room (I would feel really bad if I did that) - I was just muttering the obscenities to myself.
I finally got a break after one contraction. My midwife said that she could see a head full of hair - and that she (our midwife) was playing with her (the baby's) hair, twirling it around and around. And that it'd be nice if I would just go ahead and push her out so she can see her whole head of hair. That brought me out of my funk and made me laugh.
More pushing.
Shortly after that, our midwife tells Lee to put on a gown and some gloves and deliver his daughter. I was scared since I wanted him by me while I was pushing, but our doula swept in and took his place by my side. She was a wonderful, wonderful addition to my delivery.
I had my eyes scrunched closed while I got through the last few pushes - and the next thing I knew, I opened my eyes and saw Lee pulling out our baby. It was the most amazing moment I have ever experienced. Seeing my husband deliver our daughter was beautiful. Miraculous. Sweet beyond words. He had such a proud look on his face. I had never been more in love with him. I had never been more proud of him.
Lee immediately put the baby on my chest. I had always thought that I wanted the nurses to clean the baby off before they put her on my chest. Freshly-born babies are, um, kind of icky. And slimy. And funny looking. But not our baby. I thought she was the most beautiful thing that God had ever created. I had no concept of her ickiness or slimyness. All I saw was perfection.
Lee and I were laughing and crying, just marveling at what just happened. We looked at each other for what seemed like an eternity. When the cord finally stopped pulsing, Lee cut it, and the nurses took the baby to get cleaned off and weighed.
Natalie Jane Smith arrived at 3:43pm on Thursday, January 1, 2009. She turned out to be the first baby born at Baptist Hospital (she was actually the ONLY baby born at Baptist on the 1st).
She weighed 7lbs, 10oz and was 20 inches long. Her weight has caused some confusion though. We think something was wrong with the scale in the delivery room. The day after she was born, she weighed 7lbs, 15oz. Which is complete silliness since babies hardly ever GAIN weight in the hospital. And even if they do, it's never 5oz. And her discharge papers listed her at 7lbs, 12oz. So we think that she was right around 8lbs when she was born. But according to the birth certificate, she was 7lbs, 10oz.
While all of her stats were being taken, I was getting stitched up. I had a very small tear because Natalie was born with her right hand touching her left shoulder. (Lee said she's very patriotic) Once that was done, I pushed out the placenta (ew - it's crazy how big that thing was).
The nurses had given the baby to Lee for him to get some skin-to-skin bonding in. Apparently babies really like hairy chests. And I just happened to have a hairy-chested husband in the delivery room - what a good coincidence! Lee started laughing and said that Natalie had scooched her way down his chest and was trying to nurse from him. He handed her to me since we wanted to try nursing as soon as possible after she was born. I saw something weird around her mouth - she was so ready to start nursing that she had pulled a few of Lee's chest hairs out with her mouth :)
She latched on like a pro and ate for about 10 minutes. I was so excited! I had heard how hard nursing can be and I had prayed that I would have a good nurser. Unfortunately this turned out to be a case of beginner's luck, as the ease of nursing quickly went downhill over the next few days.
One of the nurses went into the waiting room to share the news with our families. There were about 10 or 11 people total, so we had them come in small groups of 2 or 3 into the delivery room to meet Natalie. It was so, so special to share that moment with them.
The nurse wheeled me into my recovery room around 6pm. She helped me out of bed and into the bathroom. I'm really glad she was there because I got really, really lightheaded. I guess it never occurred to me that I'd be that dizzy, but it makes sense - I had lost a lot of blood! Thankfully the lightheadedness didn't last too long. By late that night, I felt good and even showered by myself.
While I was in the recover room, Lee stayed behind and played Daddy Bear, watching intently through the nursery glass as the nurses gave Natalie her shots and her first bath. My mom and my sister stayed with me in my recovery room; it was really fun for the Bushway gals to hang out for a bit.
Lee and the nurses wheeled Natalie back into my recovery room a few hours later. They had put a little pink bow on her head and wrapped her up burrito-style. She was fast asleep and looked just like a little angel. That moment was one of many moments where I suddenly started crying.
Lee and I wanted to have Natalie in our room with us, especially because I was insistent at becoming an expert breastfeeder - and I wanted to have her close by me whenever she was hungry. The whole 'expert breastfeeder' thing didn't pan out very well, as I was lucky if I could get her to nurse for 3 or 4 minutes at at time. Thankfully that time has increased exponentially - but it was definitely dicey for the first few days.
Around 1am on the morning of the 2nd, two nurses wheeled in our "First Baby of '09' gift into our room. Lee and I were asleep when they came in, so we didn't really comprehend what was happening or what they were bringing us. It wasn't until later that morning that we saw the extent of the gift - a complete travel system (stroller and infant carrier), full of diapers, wipes, a basket of fun stuff from Bath & Body Works for me, crib toys, a swaddle blanket, bibs, spoons, and more. We truly feel God has his hand in this gift ... the crib toys that were part of the gift matched our crib bedding that we already had at home. And God must have known that the infant carrier would come in handy for the first few outings we took because we hadn't felt comfortable using the sling yet (and the car seat we do have isn't the kind that easily pops out of a base - ours stays in the car).
***
There are tons more details that I want to add, but they don't really relate to the whole birth story. I'll just have to be better about posting new updates.
***
In summary, I'm still surprised that I managed to go drug-free. The pain was more than I was expecting. I wonder if she had been face down (and I hadn't had the resulting back labor) if I would have maintained my composure better. I'd like to think so. But regardless, I did it. I did it! The most unathletic, uncoordinated girl in the world managed to endure and finish quite a strenuous athletic event. That blows my mind.
I didn't think it was possible to be any more in love with Lee than I was. But his unfailing support and his unstoppable faith in me throughout both my pregnancy and labor made me fall even more in love with him. I never had any doubts about us as a couple before ... but now I'm even more confident in our ability to work together as a team. I'm so proud of Team Smith.
And I've never been more proud to be Lee's wife. He is the epitome of a doting father. Seeing him with Natalie absolutely melts my heart. He is so patient, so helpful, and so supportive. I am one lucky girl.
And I didn't know I could instantly love someone like I instantly loved Natalie. She's perfect. She's cuddly. She's got yummy feet.
My heart has never felt more full. I have a hard time thinking about her or Lee without tearing up. Even as I write this, I'm getting weepy.
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God, thank you for blessing our family. Thank you for trusting us to be Natalie's parents. We know she is Yours and we'll do our best to raise her right.
Monday, January 05, 2009
Random Natalie Pictures
(I apologize if anyone is squeamish - I tried to keep the ick-level to a minimum)
Our "First Baby of 2009" gift from Baptist Hospital
All ready to catch Natalie
My baby-catching rockstar
Meeting her for the first time
In total shock as to what just happened ...
Napping with Daddy
Natalie thinks she's Number One
(... and rightfully so)
Natalie thinks she's Number One(... and rightfully so)
Our "First Baby of 2009" gift from Baptist Hospital
She loved her first bath ... or, you know, not
Her tounge rarely stays in her mouth
Her tounge rarely stays in her mouth
Saturday, January 03, 2009
The World is Now 7lbs and 10oz Sweeter
Hooray!
Natalie Jane Smith has finally arrived!
Lee and I are quite delirious from a wonderful combination of overwhelming love and sleep deprivation - so I'll have to keep this short.
Short story:
Natalie Jane Smith has finally arrived!
Lee and I are quite delirious from a wonderful combination of overwhelming love and sleep deprivation - so I'll have to keep this short.
Short story:
- First bad contraction happened at midnight on New Years Day - just as the pelican in Downtown Pensacola was dropping.
- Got to Baptist Hospital around 3am
- Labored until about 1:30pm
- Pushed for about two hours until she arrived at 3:43pm
- Lee delivered her! It was the sweetest, most wonderful thing ever. Just as Natalie was about to arrive, our midwife said "Lee, get over here and put on this gown and gloves and deliver your daughter!" He wasn't expecting to be able to do it (he and our midwife had been joking about him doing it for a few months), and I'm so glad he was. The look on his face was worth a billion hours of labor.
- She turned out to be the first baby born of 2009 at Baptist Hospital (a mom gave birth at Sacred Heart at around 1am on the 1st - that baby was the first '09 baby born in Pensacola). Baptist Hospital loaded us up with an amazing '1st Baby' present - a stroller, a carseat, diapers and wipes, some yummy bath stuff for me, a few toys (that just happen to be our exact crib bedding pattern), and some other fun baby stuff. 'Blessed' doesn't even begin to describe how we feel.
- Nursing is doubly hard when a baby inheirits her uncoordinated mother's coordination. Poor kiddo.
Stats:
- 1/1/09
- 3:43pm
- 7lbs, 10oz
- 20 inches long
- 14 inch head (Hooray!)
- Head full of dark hair
- Eyes exactly like her daddy
- Long toes exactly like her mommy
- The most beautiful lips God has ever put on a person
- Cuteness level: off the friggin' chart
Here are a few pictures:
Welcome to the world, angel baby.
Thank you, God.
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