Lily! Yep, last night we finally settled on a name. Usually we’re anti top 25 names, but when I searched “Lilly” it said it was number 100 something. Sweet! Silly me, I forgot the more common spelling was actually “Lily”. By the time we realized the popularity of the name, we both already loved it too much and decided to stick with it. (Sorry, we try to keep our kiddos middle names off the blog.)
Ok, onto the tale of her arrival!
Quick recap: My due date was February 10th and my c-section was scheduled for February 3rd. On Wednesday I was 37 weeks.
Tuesday night I was having a terrible time sleeping. I couldn’t get comfortable and by 1am I had terrible heartburn, but I couldn’t figure out what had caused it. (Heartburn wasn’t something I had issues with this time around.) At 3am I moved to the couch in hopes of dozing off. I had a tiny bit of success but by 6 am I was also feeling nauseous on top of the heartburn.
At 7am I got sick. I thought it was the stomach bug and I was not happy. After camping out on the bathroom floor for a couple of hours, I started having some contractions. I was pretty sure they were just Braxton Hicks, but I asked Nick to bring me my phone so I could time them just in case. After about 30 minutes they stopped and I collapsed into bed for a bit, thankful that Nick was able to go in to work a bit late.
Eventually Nick had to head in to work, and my sister came over shortly after he left, so that I could hide in my room while she played with the boys. Around that time (11:30) the contractions came back. They were frequent enough that I called my doctor to see what they wanted me to do. I suspected it was from dehydration, but wasn’t sure and wasn’t able to keep anything in me anyway.
As I waited for word from the office, various friends told me they too thought they had the stomach flu, only to find out it was their body’s way of preparing for labor. Some of Nick’s co-workers told him the same and told him he should get work stuff in order because they were betting I’d be having a baby in the next day or two. Good call on that one!
At 3pm I was told to head to Labor and Delivery to be checked out. Oh, and did I mention it started to snow quite hard around 1? Yep. It was piling up out there!
As Nick headed home to pick me up, I took the opportunity to shower and pack a bag… Just in case. The normally 20 minute drive to the hospital took us an hour because of the snow and crazy traffic!
After 3 hours of monitoring it was determined that I was probably not in labor. I was given the choice of staying the night anyway (which they were only offering because of the storm) or being given a muscle relaxer to hopefully stop the contractions and head on home. I looked a Nick and said “might as well go home”. This was like dejavu for us… A week before I had the boys we went to the hospital only to be monitored for 3 hours and then sent home.
The ride home was brutal. I don’t know where all the plows were, but they certainly hadn’t been on the highways at all. The ride was rough (which made contractions extra special) and we could hear the snow scraping the bottom of the car.
We got home at 8:30 and sent Laura on her way. I ate some toast, drank some more water and lay on the couch in hopes of calming the contractions. The opposite happened….
I could tell by the look on Nick’s face that he was getting pretty nervous at the way a contraction would suddenly wake me up and make me groan and breathe. It was starting to make me nervous too! I didn’t want to have a baby in the car, on the side of the road, in a snow storm! Plus, I’d already determined I was too much of a wimp to do the normal childbirth thing.
At 10pm I told him I was going to time how long the intense part was lasting. At the hospital that part had only been about 10 seconds long… This time it was 45 seconds. Uh oh!
I called a friend who lives up the street and asked if she could come down to the house until we tracked my sister down. Gretchen hurried right down while Nick cleaned off the van and warmed it up. 10 minutes later we were off. Know what? They STILL hadn’t plowed the highways! Unbelievable!
Wednesday night and early Thursday morning were spent with lots of painful contractions, various drugs that sometimes worked to ease the pain, but often did not and painful cervix checks. Oh, and not being able to eat or drink in case I would be having a c-section soon.
Thursday morning my doctor came in to check me out. Any change in my cervix would mean it was baby time, but if it was the same as it had been since the night before (1 cm) then we’d try to find a way to stop the contractions so I could be comfortable for more than 3 minutes at a time.
I looked at Nick, while waiting for the doctor to come back in, and said “I may not be ready for this baby at home, but there better be a change so we can do the c-section. I can’t handle another day like this!” He, wisely, agreed.
Thank goodness the doctor said I was at a 2 or 3 and she could feel bulging water bags. When she said “it’s baby time”, I started to cry tears of relief! There was a c-section going on at the time, but I would be up next so the next hour was filled with paper work, surgery prep and Nick notifying family.
The c-section went awesome. A lot less shaking on mine and Nick’s part and Nick even dared to peak over the curtain as they pulled Lily out. The whole experience was amazing and so different from when the boys were born. Instead of being whisked off to the NICU, Nick got to hold Lily by my head while they put me back together.
She’s a sweet baby and I’m itching to get her home and take lots of pictures of her and the boys. On the other hand, having people wait on me until Sunday (the day I expect to be kicked out of here) is pretty sweet!
Last night Tyler quietly asked us if he could hold his baby sister. We were so excited that one of them had finally asked! We got him all set up on a chair with some pillows and put her in his arms. Seriously such a sweet moment! I took pictures of that and then when Chase held her (Jackson was more interested in trying to find a way to hold the iPad that he declined on holding her), and I’ll post those pictures soon.
If you’ve made it through this whole post, then well done. I feel like I should reward you somehow! Instead, let me say thank you for reading, chiming in when I’ve had pregnancy questions or concerns and throwing all the love my way. It means the world to me!