Monday, June 20, 2016
Towards the end of my pregnancy my doctor was concerned because baby's heart rate was all over the place. At one prenatal appointment, her heart rate was at 200 beats per minute. I had an appointment two days before my due date. I was told that if baby didn't come on her own over the weekend we needed to induce the following week on Tuesday. As much as I hated the idea of an induction, I agreed. I went home and relaxed and prayed that baby would come on her own. When David got home from work that day we made plans for the induction. He was sending a message to his manager at work and as he did so we realized what date Tuesday was: February 2nd, Scarlett's birthday. I panicked and tried to change the date of the induction but it was too late. I prayed and prayed all weekend that I wouldn't have to be induced but sure enough, Tuesday morning came and I was still pregnant.
The induction was scheduled for 7 am Tuesday morning but we were told to call an hour before to check availability. I woke up that morning at 4:30 to get ready. We lived almost an hour from the hospital so we would need to leave by 6 am to get there by 7. We loaded everything we needed into the car and called the charge nurse before leaving like we were instructed to do. The nurse told me that a lot of people had come in during the night and that they were filled to capacity. She told me to call back in 4 hours to check again. This was so frustrating to me. Was I being induced today? What was I supposed to do for 4 hours? I certainly couldn't go back to sleep and I couldn't eat because I was told to only have a very light breakfast, which I already had. At this point the kids were awake so I sat with them and watched children's nursery rhyme videos on youtube. My mom decided to take Hazel with her to the store and David decided to work out. I was going crazy just sitting around so I decided to go to the grocery store to get a couple things that we would need after coming home from the hospital. I was just getting ready to go when I noticed I had a new voicemail on my phone; it was from the charge nurse telling us we could come in. I told David and he just continued his workout. I said to him, "We were just told we could go have our baby now- do you really want to keep working out?" He went and took a quick shower and we were on our way. We arrived at the hospital at 10 am. I filled out some paperwork and then we waited in the waiting room for our nurse to come get us. I kept thinking how weird being induced was. I was at the hospital getting ready to have a baby but wasn't yet in labor. While we were waiting there was a very interesting guy who kept talking to David. He said he was waiting while his wife was in a c-section, yet we saw him kissing another woman in the waiting room. He was talking to David about how it was his dream to move to Oregon and have a marijuana farm. The woman at the front desk looked at me sympathetically and said our nurse was almost ready.
Pretty soon our nurse, Megan, came and got us. She took us back to the delivery room and had me change into a hospital gown. I looked at the clock-- 10:45 am. I was hooked up to some monitors and was told they wanted to monitor the baby for a while before starting the induction. I was also hooked up to an IV of antibiotics because I had group b strep. After a while my doctor came in and checked me. I was 3 cm dilated and 80% effaced, I had dilated a whole cm since I was checked the afternoon before. The doctor broke my water and told the nurse she could start me on Pitocin. The IV of Pitocin was started at 11:30 am. By 11:45 I started having contractions. I had a couple of mild contractions and then they hit HARD. They were very strong and right on top of each other. The nurse said I had to finish my bag of antibiotics and then I had to have another IV bag of fluids before I could get an epidural. She told me it would take about half an hour to finish the antibiotics and then another 15-20 minutes to administer the fluids. I was watching the clock and was in a lot of pain. The nurse asked the anesthesiologist if he could get everything prepped and ready so I could get an epidural as soon as the IV was finished. They ended up stopping the antibiotics and giving me the fluids so I could get my epidural sooner. It was so hard holding still for the epidural because I was in so much pain. After the epidural was put in I was told to lay on my right side. The contractions were horrible but I kept telling myself that I wouldn't be in pain for much longer because the epidural would start to kick in. Well, that did't happen. The pain kept getting worse and worse. The nurse had my flip onto my left side and as I did so if felt like the baby was going to fall out. The nurse checked me and I was ready to go. In just 15 minutes I had dilated from 4 cm to 10 cm. The doctor came in and said, "I'm sorry but your labor progressed faster than the epidural could kick in." It was time to push. I was embarrassed because I felt like I was being dramatic like in the movies. I definitely felt a strong urge to push but boy did it hurt. I remember reading that pushing helped relieve the pain from the contractions, which it did, but it created the new pain of baby crowning. I was so scared of tearing. I pushed twice and baby was head out. One more push and the rest of her followed. They handed her to me and I kept saying, "Oh, wow." I couldn't believe what I had just done and how quickly it had all happened. My labor was an hour and a half total from the time the Pitocin started to the time she was born.
All through the pregnancy we had a hard time agreeing on a name and Olive wasn't a name we had talked much about but when she was born we both had a strong feeling to name her Olive. Olive Miriam. Olive after my great grandmother and Miriam which is both my Mother's middle name and also another great grandmother's name. Olive is perfect and sweet. We couldn't be happier to have her in our family.
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Saturday, December 27, 2014
Christmas was pretty perfect. Hazel is now at the age where she gets what is going on and Scarlett is at the stage of great exploration. They both thoroughly enjoyed Christmas morning and I enjoyed seeing them both have smiles on their faces all day long.
Wednesday, August 20, 2014
With David working six days a week it is hard for us to have much quality family time. On his days off we usually try to get out of the house and explore, which is great, but we are usually exhausted at the end of the day. On Sunday we all snuggled in bed and took silly iPhone photos. We laughed and laughed and laughed. All of us. Together. It was perfect.
Since moving to Washington I have been super homesick. At least once a day I find myself missing our life back in Twin Falls. When I went to Idaho for my family reunion I thought I wouldn't want to go back to Washington but the opposite occurred. I couldn't wait to get back home. I realized it doesn't matter so much where I am as long as I am with my cute little family. We can enjoy life anywhere... even just hanging out in our pajamas.
Saturday, August 02, 2014
On the fourth of july I was able to go to Cannon Beach with my cute little family. My parents were in town as well as my good friend Lora.
We had lunch at Mo's, a seafood restaurant right on the beach. The view was amazing. I decided to order fish n' chips. I hate fish. I thought maybe seafood would taste better if I was closer to the source. It didn't. The marionberry cobbler David and I shared for dessert- that was amazing. (Or maybe I thought it was amazing because I choked down fish for lunch)?
Immediately after lunch I was stung by a bee. It hurt. A lot. I took some benedryl and walked around the beach with an ice pack on my arm. Not how I pictured my day. David and Hazel played in the water as I iced my arm. I loved watching Hazel enjoy her first time at the ocean. She loved jumping the waves. In fact, she still pretends to jump the waves at home sometimes. I brought my camera to take pictures but forgot to check the batteries... dead. Cell phone it was.
The benedryl made me groggy and as I walked down the beach I felt as though I were in a dream. This perfect day I had planned out just wasn't happening. You know what though? The day was still pretty perfect. Life is so not perfect but yet it is... that is the beauty of it.
When I look back on that day it really doesn't matter that I hated my lunch. I tried something new and I was with people that I love. It doesn't matter that I was doped up on benedryl. It probably made me less stressed when Hazel tried running into the ocean by herself. Five billion times.
If life always went according to plan it would be pretty boring. This applies not only to trips to the beach but the everyday things. Sometimes there are piles of laundry on the floor and dishes in the sink (more than sometimes at my house) and that is okay. That is real life. It is sticky and messy and beautiful. When I look back though, I mostly see the beautiful.
Thursday, July 31, 2014
Life with two children is an adventure to say the least and admittedly I have been stuck in a bit of a rut lately. The baby stays up until midnight and the toddler wakes up at seven. IF naps happen they rarely happen at the same time for both children. Most of the time naps are a battle that last the entire afternoon and most days just don't seem worth it.
Scarlett won't take a bottle which means if I leave her with David to run to the grocery store (or anywhere) I have a very short time to do so. Same goes with a baby sitter. On Saturday we had our first date since December. We had to stay close to home for our date in case I needed to stop by to feed Scarlett, luckily that didn't happen.
Lately I have relied on the television more than I would like to admit and cooked and cleaned less than I would like to admit. I blame it on the lack of sleep. Recently, however, I read a quote that I just can't get out of my head.
"Today is the childhood your kids will remember."
Not only is it the childhood they will remember it is also a time for me to remember as a parent.
That doesn't mean everyday needs special activities. It means I need to be present in the moment. Instead of making it through the day i need to enjoy the day because days quickly turn to weeks, weeks to months and months to years. These days are a short season in my life.
Thursday, May 08, 2014
I found out I was expecting Scarlett on Hazel's first birthday. It was a bit of a surprise, but a pleasant one. We were actually planning to start trying when Hazel turned one so it almost seemed too good to be true. With Hazel it took us ten months of trying and we were planning for round two to take just as long- so even though we were ready for another, we weren't quite ready... if that makes sense.
My pregnancy was wonderful. I got a little bit of morning sickness, but it only lasted a few weeks and was very mild. I didn't have months of terrible "all day sickness" like I did with Hazel so both David and I were convinced we were having a boy. In fact, we were certain. We had a name picked out, I knew exactly how I was going to decorate the nursery and every time I went to the store I looked at little baby boy clothes. We were both shocked to find out we were having another girl. It took us about half an hour to pick out a name. We had never before thought of the name Scarlett but it just popped in my head and we both agreed. Scarlett Colleen. Colleen after David's Grandma Asay. We toyed around with other names throughout the pregnancy but both knew she would be Scarlett.
Now for the birth story.
A week before my due date my doctor stripped my membranes. Although I hoped, just as every woman in late pregnancy does, that this would send me into labor I knew that it wouldn't. When I showed up at my next doctors appointment on my due date my doctor said, "I think we both knew you would make it here today." I had dilated a centimeter more that week and decided to have my membranes stripped again. This was a Thursday. My doctor said if I didn't go into labor that weekend I could have my membranes stripped again on Monday. If that didn't work he wanted to talk induction at my next appointment. My blood pressure was pretty high and he thought it would be better to not let the pregnancy go too far past the 41 week mark.
I spent the next couple days feeling pretty discouraged. I wasn't having any indications at all that labor was coming any time soon. I prayed and prayed that I could go into labor on my own and /or that my blood pressure would be low enough at my next appointment so I could go into labor naturally. On Saturday morning I wasn't feeling too well so David watched Hazel so I could sleep in. Later that morning I had a feeling to go get my grocery shopping done. We had a really laid back Saturday and I tried my best to enjoy it because I figured it would probably be our last Saturday as a family of three.
I made blt's for dinner and afterwards I put Barney on for Hazel to watch before bed. I sat down to watch Barney with her and was feeling really down. I was really discouraged I hadn't gone in to labor yet and was frustrated thinking I would have to be induced. (TMI alert)! At that very moment I felt a little bit of moisture. I thought for a brief moment that my water had broken but quickly dismissed the thought. Hazel came and sat on my lap and as I shifted I felt more moisture. I decided to get up and use the restroom. There were no obvious signs that my water had broken but when I wiped it was wetter than normal. I ended up going to the bathroom three or four times before I decided yes, my water had broken. It is definitely not like they show in the movies. My water had also broken with Hazel and I knew if this was anything like that bad contractions wouldn't be too far behind. I had David call our friend's, the Cooper's, who were going to watch Hazel for us while we went to the hospital. I hurried and fixed Hazel's hair, I had already taken out her pony tail from the day and her hair was sticking up every where. We packed some snacks and clothes for Hazel and were off.
The entire drive to the hospital I worried that my water hadn't really broken and we would be sent home. I also tried (and tried and tried and tried) to get a hold of my parents but neither of them were answering their phones. I did get a hold of my sister, Keisha. She was going to run over to my parents house and let them know I was in labor.
It was a very slow night at the hospital. In fact, I was the only one there. The nurse at the front desk walked me back to the delivery room rather than calling someone to come get me. I changed into a hospital gown and shortly after was tested to make sure my water had broken. Thank goodness it had but I still was only dilated to 3 cm and 70% effaced. She put in my IV and called the doctor to let him know I was there. he arrived shortly after to talk about our game plan. At this point I wasn't feeling any contractions. Since I had tested positive for Group B Strep the doctor said he would like to start pitocin within twelve hours if I wasn't progressing. He gave me the option to start sooner if I wanted. I decided to start my antibiotics and keep trying to get a hold of my parents and then see where I was.
I arrived at the hospital at 7 pm and at 11 pm still was not having contractions and was still dilated to a 3 so I decided to start the pitocin. My mom and sister, brother in law and nephew were on their way from Boise, about 2 hours away. They started me on pitocin and although I was starting to feel contractions they were weak and far apart. The doctor came again to check on me. We decided to up the dosage. Not too long after the contractions became very strong. Within about 20 minutes I had dilated to a 6 and was completely effaced. I tried to remember the breathing and relaxation techniques I had practiced. I was able to relax completely between contractions but didn't do very well during them. I decided to ditch the natural child birth I had planned (I blamed the pitocin) and get an epidural. As soon as possible. I have some scoliosis so they epidural took a while but once it started to kick in i felt much better. I was still feeling quite a bit of cramping on my right side but it was not as intense.
My family arrived while I was getting the epidural, at around 12:30, and came in the room shortly after. They were a good distraction from the pain I was still feeling. When they started my epidural they also lowered my dosage of pitocin thinking my body didn't need it anymore. It seemed like contractions were slowing back down. The nurse came in at 2 am to check me and asked my family to step out for a minute. We left Carson in the room because he was asleep and didn't want to wake him. When they checked me I was at a 10 and ready to push. I told David he better take baby Carson out to the waiting room. It wasn't long and the doctor came running in. He was literally out of breath from running and asked if he had time to change into his scrubs. I wasn't feeling too much of an urge to push and told him to take his time. At this point I had a lot of adrenaline running through my body and was really shaky. I was also really tired and remember worrying I wouldn't have enough energy to push.
When the doctor came back in he sat at the foot of my bed and told me to let him know when I felt the urge to push. I decided to push through my next contraction. After my first push everyone was excited because baby was right there. After three pushes the doctor said, "How about we try one more." I pushed once more and out she came! Four pushes was all it took. It was so fast and easy and wonderful. I felt so blessed because my epidural was weak enough that I was able to feel everything without being in to much pain. Feeling her come out was the most amazing experience of my life. She was born at 2:23 am... just 23 minutes after my family left the room.
Tuesday, May 06, 2014
Scarlett Colleen Asay
2/2/2014 2:23 a.m.
6 lbs 14 oz 20 1/2 inches
Wednesday, May 29, 2013
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Thursday, March 07, 2013
Wednesday, March 06, 2013
for a while i didn't update because i felt i needed some time to find my voice as a new 'mommy blogger'. i mean really, who cares, besides me, that hazel rolled over for the first time or is in the 99th percentile for her height? nobody really wants to read that. then i thought i would write about these things for the sake of record keeping, then remembered that is what a journal is for. mostly i didn't update for two reasons: one being that hazel keeps me pretty darn busy and two that half the time i feel i don't have anything exciting to write about. my days are all pretty much the same: feed hazel (a LOT), change diapers (a LOT), read stories and if the weather permits go for a walk. i usually try to throw getting dressed and cooking dinner into the mix. not that i don't enjoy my life because i do, i love it. i just find it hard to write about my everyday routine and make it exciting enough for somebody to want to read about.
so why am i writing now? quite simply because i love to write.
In the last five months i have continued to grow as a mother almost as much as hazel has continued to grow. and boy has she grown. it seems she will wear a new outfit once or twice and then it gets boxed up with the rest of her outgrown clothes. and every time i buy diapers it seems i am buying the next size up. you would think all this growing would make her tired but it doesn't; naps are a rare thing around here. eating isn't though. i can't take a drink of water or eat a bowl of cereal without having her crawling up my leg. the girl likes to eat. the bad thing is she likes to eat more than just food. she will eat dirt, carpet, toilet paper....anything she can find really. i have learned to keep the doors shut and the floors vacuumed.
being a mom really is great though. it amazes me watching this little person grow and develop. i know she teaches me far more than i could ever teach her. i have learned what unconditional love is and know that my love for her and her need for me resemble, if only in part, the love my father in heaven has for me and my constant need for Him. this lesson, i know, is all part of His plan.