Monday, April 23, 2012
And that event inspired Key to pen a few lines about the event, eventually becoming the poem that we know today as our national anthem, "The Star Spangled Banner." The original flag from that night is in the National Museum of American History here in Washington D.C., so we have seen the flag. Now we have also seen the fort.
Sunday, April 22, 2012
I put on a pad and did what any woman would do who knows they are about to have a long day; I went to eat breakfast before anyone could tell me I couldn't eat anything anymore. I wanted to wait and see if I started having contractions before I called the doctor, so then I took a shower and figured I should clean the bathroom since I probably wouldn't have much time for that from now on. After that I went back into the bedroom where Robert was just waking up and wanting to know why I was up already since I never get up early.
I was started on Pitocin around 11:00 a.m. and changed my mind again about the epidural. By about 2:30 p.m. my contractions were 2-3 minutes apart and I was not handling the pain very well. Since I had an IV and Pitocin drip I felt very limited in my mobility and could pretty much just stand by the bed and sway during the contractions when I really wanted to be able to have full mobility. I theoretically could have walked a few feet, but it was annoying and uncomfortable to have to move with tubes sticking out of my arm. At this point I requested an epidural and got one by about 3:00 p.m.
They hadn't checked me in the hospital to see how far I was dilated yet, so after the anesthesiologist left and I was feeling better the nurse checked me. I was only a one at my last doctor appointment two days earlier and now I was...a two! "A TWO?!" I thought. "All that, and I'm still only a two!?"
After my epidural it seemed liked one thing after another wasn't going well. My contractions slowed down to every five minutes. My blood pressure and heart rate were both pretty low. In fact, now that I had an epidural and could finally relax I would try to take a nap, only to be awakened by the beeping alarm of my heart rate monitor as soon as I stared to fall asleep because my resting heart rate would dip too low.
Since I hadn't progressed much my doctor wanted to try this weird method of stretching my cervix by inserting essential a balloon filled with saline that would stretch me open to a five. They inserted it (and I was very glad to have an epidural for all that), but my contractions were so strong that during the first contraction after it was inserted the device was pushed right out.
What was most worrisome however, was that as my contractions got more intense every time I had a contraction the baby's heart rate would go down as well (the same thing happened with Julia). They eventually put me on oxygen and turned down the Pitocin (just like with Julia). They soon discovered that if I laid on my right side the baby's heart rate wouldn't go down, but if they tried to turn me on my left side his rate would go down again after each contraction.
It looked like a classic case of an umbilical cord problem, the cord was likely wrapped around Micah's neck (which happens in about one third of births, including Julia). Since it had been a while since my water had broken the doctor decided to insert more water into my uterus to buoy up and loosen the umbilical cord to take some pressure off the baby after each contraction. For a while this seemed to work, but eventually the nurse turned the Pitocin off all the way because the baby's heart rate was still going down after contractions.
Around 5:30 the nurse checked me and said I was a seven and things seemed to be going well. But then, around 6:30 there was a shift change with the doctors and my new doctor came in to check me. She said I was only dilated to a five and then looked at my contraction history. I pretty much had not progressed at all since they turned off the Pitocin. The new doctor said that things could just not continue on like they have been because it had been 12 hours since my water broke and I was still not really in active labor. Soon it would have been too long since my water broke and they would have to do a c-section, or my cervix might be swollen in which case they would also have to do a c-section.
The doctor wanted to try putting me back on the Pitocin for awhile, and if baby continued to not respond well we would have to do a c-section. They slowly increased the Pitocin dose over half an hour and the baby still did not respond well with a dose high enough to dilate me. However that entire time I was on the side that Micah had not done well earlier. At 7:00 p.m. the doctor came in and started talking about doing a c-section and asked how far we were willing to go before we had a c-section. She basically asked if we wanted to go ahead and do the c-section now or wait a little more. Meanwhile the nurse helped flip me to my other side and baby started responding better. I told the doctor I'd like to wait and see how he does on this side.
The doctor said that was okay, but only if we put a heart rate monitor directly on the baby's head. At 7:10 p.m. the baby was still doing good and the doctor went to put the monitor on the baby. To everyone's surprise she said I was a ten and lets deliver this baby! I was shocked because according to them I went from a five to a ten in half an hour.
The doctor said the baby was was really low and she could literally see his head already. It took a couple minutes to get everything ready for pushing, then I pushed two or three times and he was out! He was born at 7:20 p.m., so we went from talking about a c-section at 7:00 p.m. to having a baby 20 minutes later. It was the most surprising and eventful half hour of my life and in the end I'm just glad that Micah was born healthy and safe.
Micah did have the cord wrapped around his neck, twice, which is why his heart rate would go down right after the contractions. The doctor said it was lucky I was able to push him out so quickly. Apparently I'm pretty good at pushing because Julia was born after just 20 minutes of pushing. I say apparently because for both births I had no feeling at all and was just doing what I thought it should feel like.
We love our little man!
Wednesday, April 18, 2012
Sunday, April 15, 2012
Thursday, April 12, 2012
Tuesday, April 10, 2012
She got to hit her pinata. Thankfully she wasn't upset that we broke her beloved pink pony. She wanted to play with it all week and I wondered if it would even make it to Saturday in one piece.
It was a drawstring pinata, so after the girls both took a swing at it we let them pull the strings. They got the bottom open, but no candy fell out! I guess the candy was too big for the opening. So we decided to let one of the adults break it all the way. Uncle Kevin got to do the honors and break the pinata.
Gathering their loot.
Julia blows out the candles on her Pinkalicious cupcakes. A lady in the ward made them for us and they looked just like the cupcakes from the book (the book is about a little girl who loves pink and eats too many pink cupcakes and turns pink).
Sunday, April 08, 2012
Before I sat down to nurse Micah I got out two snacks for Julia to choose from, raisins and animal crackers. By the time she decided what she wanted I was already feeding Micah. She got really upset because she wanted me to put away the snack that she didn't choose. But really, she just wanted some attention. If you listen closely she changes her mind on what snack she wants mid-tantrum. The tantrum had already been going on for a while at this point, but I took the camera out when she starting repeating over and over again, "I don't want to be a big girl!" after I told her she was a big girl and could eat her snack without help. I'm going to enjoy showing this one to her when she gets older.
Also, the elusive baby smile