I know it has been for.ev.er since I have blogged but I think I am finally starting to find a groove. I am hoping things will find a way of falling into place and our new normal will calm down.. just a tad.
Anywhoodles my friend Kate has been on me about my lack of blogging and I want to get Piper's birth story written out so this way I can kill two birds with one stone ;)
I am going to take you back to two weeks before my due date. I had a normal appointment scheduled and had been feeling quite a bit of pressure so I decided to fill my doctor in so he could check things out. He told me I was 3 cm and about 50 percent effaced. I immediatly got excited thinking the end was in sight. I would be meeting my girl anytime now. All I had to do was leave that doc office, walk my little booty off and she would be here. Right? WRONG! I had no idea people walked around at a 3 for weeks. So each appointment I went (twice a week bc my blood pressure was elevated) I was just waiting on him to tell me I had progressed and we were going to the hospital.. no such luck!
When my 39 week appointment rolled around (and let me tell you I thought that baby was never coming ;) I started to talk to my doc about induction. My bp had elevated more, I was incredibly uncomfortable and the swelling.. oh my goodness! I mean I looked like I had just backed up to an airhose that somebody had left on full blast. Not cute. My doc was incredibly sweet and made an appointment to induce me the next morning. I was pumped.
I went home and grabbed my Emma. I wanted to have one more day with just us girls. We met my friend for lunch and while at lunch I started to hurt a little but no biggie. I continuted to hurt like that off and on the rest of the afternoon. I called Derek and let him know I was having some pains but nothing major. He rushes home from work like I told him my water broke or something (truth be known I think he was just as anxious and excited as I was). He comes home and I clean and tinker around a little bit. All the while he is saying " I think we need to go to the hospital..." " I think you are in labor.." I was very reluctant. I did not want to be "that" girl that rushes in and is not really in labor. The pain was not doubling me over. Chores were still getting done without scream of pain.. no way this was labor. Finally he convinced me to go.
We arrived at the hospital the doc does a quick little check and says "Honey are you sure you are not in more pain than a 2 or 3 on the pain scale" I was 6cm, fully effaced, and was being admitted. It went by so quickly. They were giving me my epidural and I had not even hurt bad at all. I was excited and thought "heck yea.. I lucked up on this one..did not even have to feel one bad contraction"
I got all tucked in, my mom, sis, and bestie came to be there with Derek and I. Everybody thought labor would zip right along since I was a six with out even knowing it. However, that was not the case. I was checked in about 630, epidural around 745, and labor kind of slowed down. I was comfortable though so at least the slow down wasnt that painful. The doc came in and checked quite frequently for my moms sake bc she did not want to be up there all night if baby girl was going to wait until the am. Finally around 1215 the doc said.. she is about an 8 but I have no idea how long it will take her to progress. Everybody took that bit of info as it could be a while and they left for the night.
As soon as they left I settled into bed expecting to catch a little snooze, Derek was all curled up on the not so comfy couch bed, and things were quiet. I swear to you it wasnt 15 to 20 minutes later and I felt the pressure. If you have had babies before you know what I am talking about. Derek called the nurse and sure enough I was a 10 and ready to go. They got the doc called in and everything set up. All the while I was pushing my epidural button like a mad woman... ya know just in case!
As I began to push I realized real quick this was going to be far more painful than with Emma. I did not feel anything with E.. I just assumed it would be the same with Piper...WRONG again. I was trying to be a champ and push through it. I knew if I could just get that baby girl here the pain would be over. However, me being the weenie that I am I screamed half way through it for my nurse to please push my button LOL. 9 minutes later (start to finish) Piper Grace was here! She was 8lb and 9oz 21 1/4 inches long.. that is a big baby my friends. No wonder it hurt alot more than my little 6lb 18 inch long Emma!! Lets just say all of those Newborn clothes wont last long this time around :(
She is perfect in every way though. We are adoring every second with her and she has a great big "sissy" Emma is very proud and protective. She is for sure soaking up all the extra attention she is getting right now.
I will update a little more later on our transition and everything but for now I want to leave you with a few pics... I have a little sweet girl in there starting to stir. Must be eating time ;)
I will be back soon.. promise!! Thank you sweet friend for sticking around even though it was like 2 months in between post.
Talk to you soon!
XO
Tyler
