We are so excited to welcome Ty Cory Walker to our family.
March 9th, 2016
A whopping 8lb 8oz and 20 in long.
And then we waited. And waited. And I had a few contractions but nothing very serious. Every time I stood up in the middle of the night (which between 3 kids and a constantly full bladder was quite often) I expected my water to break. Nothing. So we set an appointment for Wednesday morning at the hospital.
We checked in and the doctor came and broke my water. They told me to walk around to help things move along even more. Around 9:45 the contractions were really coming on strong. The anesthesiologist was scheduled to be in surgery until 10:30...and then I could have an epidural. But then we found out that the surgery was taking longer...he would be 30 minutes later. I was really hurting at this point and would just clutch the bed handles, close my eyes and count silently until the contraction passed. At one point Cory came over to me and rubbed my back and I had to tell him to stop. We laugh about it now:) The epidural seemed to be further and further out of reach and yet I wanted it more and more each moment. Then the baby's heart rate started to drop- one time it was below 50 for over two minutes. They put me on oxygen and had me keep switching sides to get a better reading. It wasn't helping though and so they had to put an internal heart rate monitor on his head. I remember when they were inserting the monitor I was so stiff from tensing up because of the pain that I could barely spread my legs to help the process along. I kind of lost track of the time at this point but at one moment I remember thinking that I should pray for strength but then decided that my prayer in the morning would have to suffice because I couldn't focus enough to think of what to say. At another point I actually had the thought that maybe they would have to do a C-section and then they would have to put me under and the pain would stop instantly. I can't believe I even thought that!!! I just really wanted the pain to stop. I had so much pain in my lower back and especially on my hips. It felt like someone was inside trying to dislocate them! Everything the nurses and Cory were saying and doing was pretty much a blur as I retreated inside my head to try and cope with the pain- but I distinctly remember the moment they said they were calling the doctor and that I wasn't going to get an epidural.
The doctor came in and asked how I was...which I didn't answer. He asked if I wanted something for the pain...which I did answer with a prompt yes! And he gave me a little bit of nubane (I think that's what it was called) in my IV. Then it was time to push. I am still not sure if it was the pain killer or the fact that it was time to actually get the baby out that changed things for me- but this part of my labor was much less excruciating. It still hurt. A lot. A ton. But I could handle it. In fact, about halfway through pushing the anesthesiologist came in and said he could give me a spinal right away to help. And I said no because I was already this far and I didn't want to lose any progress.
Progress. It was precious! I have had three babies before this and felt like I was not making any progress! I kept telling them that this wasn't working...which they assured me it was and that I was making progress but I was pretty convinced they were just lying to me. Every time I would push and then he would ask me to try one more time before the contraction ended and I would tell him I couldn't. He told me to push through the pain- but at that point it wasn't the pain I had to push through- I was so tired! I would almost fall asleep inbetween the contractions. Again, I don't know if it was from the medicine or just being so tired from labor but I was exhausted! In fact, several times it was almost an out of body experience. I remember one time almost being "brought back" when it was time to push again and it seemed like I was miles away from the people that surrounded me and yet I was right there in front of them. It was so surreal!
At another point someone behind the curtain leading to the hallway told us that my mom was there and did I want her to come in? I said I didn't care and they told me I had to make up my mind so I said sure and she came in. She made someone get a cool washcloth and wiped my face because she noticed I was so hot. That was helpful. Then she started to try and coach me. That was not. So I told her she just couldn't talk. Afterwards Cory told me I should probably apologize because I had been a little rude to her at that moment. :)
As badly as I thought I wanted the epidural, I think Cory may have surpassed me in that desire.
Finally, I could tell we were going to get somewhere and this baby would indeed come out! Hallelujah!
He was born at 12:41. Face up- which is the reason that my labor was so much more difficult than with my other children. He was 8 lbs 8 oz which was another reason it was more difficult! He was one pound bigger than (less for Jase) my other kids. 20 inches long. I had so many endorphins pulsing through me after I delivered him- it was definitely the hardest thing I had ever done. And I was proud too! I gave a little victory fist pump and cheer after I was done.
He had the chubbiest little cheeks, super blonde hair and it was love at first sight! He cried and cried after he was born. As in, I couldn't console him very much at all for about 3 hours. He did latch right on and nursed like a champ though.
His brothers and sister came that afternoon to visit him along with the rest of his grandparents. Brig and Ellie were excited to see him and adored him right away. Jase, however, was heartbroken. He would stare at me but only when I wasn't looking at him- if I did look at him he hurried and looked away. He snuggled and clung to grandma and grandpa- especially Grandpa Walker. I knew he would warm up to the idea but it was pretty sad to watch! Later that evening Cory brought them back- it was just the six of us- and it was a perfect 20 minutes. They all were so enamored by him- even Jase this time. We knew this baby would be so loved!
On the way home from the hospital the three older kids were chanting TY! TY! TY! We pretty much felt compelled to name him Ty. It fits him so well. We (mostly me) agonized over his middle name and who to name him after. And finally after much deliberation we decided on Cory.
We are so happy that little Ty Cory Walker joined our family on that Spring day.
He was born at 12:41. Face up- which is the reason that my labor was so much more difficult than with my other children. He was 8 lbs 8 oz which was another reason it was more difficult! He was one pound bigger than (less for Jase) my other kids. 20 inches long. I had so many endorphins pulsing through me after I delivered him- it was definitely the hardest thing I had ever done. And I was proud too! I gave a little victory fist pump and cheer after I was done.
He had the chubbiest little cheeks, super blonde hair and it was love at first sight! He cried and cried after he was born. As in, I couldn't console him very much at all for about 3 hours. He did latch right on and nursed like a champ though.
His brothers and sister came that afternoon to visit him along with the rest of his grandparents. Brig and Ellie were excited to see him and adored him right away. Jase, however, was heartbroken. He would stare at me but only when I wasn't looking at him- if I did look at him he hurried and looked away. He snuggled and clung to grandma and grandpa- especially Grandpa Walker. I knew he would warm up to the idea but it was pretty sad to watch! Later that evening Cory brought them back- it was just the six of us- and it was a perfect 20 minutes. They all were so enamored by him- even Jase this time. We knew this baby would be so loved!
On the way home from the hospital the three older kids were chanting TY! TY! TY! We pretty much felt compelled to name him Ty. It fits him so well. We (mostly me) agonized over his middle name and who to name him after. And finally after much deliberation we decided on Cory.
We are so happy that little Ty Cory Walker joined our family on that Spring day.
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