Monday, August 27, 2012

Si's birth story, part two



Read part one of our birth story here. 

At 7am on Friday morning, I had endured 19 hours of natural labor. We had been using some parts of the Bradley Method to help me relax my body to get through contractions and I was honestly surprised at how helpful it was. The contractions had been incredibly painful for about 4 hours and I had already gone through a serious self-doubt stage at around 3am. were certain that the cervical check at 7am was going to reveal that I was at least 7 or 8 cm dilated.

I was 3 cm dilated.

3 stinkin' centimeters.

I knew I had hit my limit and just couldn't continue without some pain medication, so I decided that it was time to ask for an epidural. Going into my labor, my goal was simply to see how far my body could take me without drugs. I was totally open to an epidural if I felt like I really needed it-- and at this point, I was happy to get those drugs.

I received the epidural at 8:20am and breathed a sigh of relief when the warm numbness spread through my legs. I could still feel the pressure of the contractions, but the pain was taken away. At this point, Chris and I both attempted to get some shut-eye. We were physically and emotionally exhausted from the night.



At 11am, I was checked again and told that I had only dilated to 4cm. Because of my slow progression, we were advised to start Pitocin, which we felt comfortable with at this point, since we'd given my body plenty of time to do its own thing.

Around 2:30 that afternoon, I began to feel my epidural wear off. First it felt like more pressure, and slowly I started to feel painful contractions. I was given a "top-off" which also wore off quickly.

At this point, I might as well tell you about our awful day shift nurse. Debra was cold and unresponsive to my questions and concerns and is probably the reason I unwillingly spent a tortuous hour without any pain meds at this point.

When she finally got the hint that the epidural was not working and I was in serious pain, I was given yet another "top-off" which wore off within an hour. More pain and pressure.

She decided to check me again and estimated that I was at 7cm. The doctor came in, did his own check and he said, "Not 7, but actually 6." More disappointing news.

My heart dropped. I wasn't progressing nearly as fast as I wanted and was feeling absolutely done.

Around this time, my mom walked into the hospital room. I burst into tears when I saw her and she did the same. I needed my mama. Chris was thankful to see her too-- he was utterly worn out from doing such a great job coaching me through the night and day.

I was told that my epidural had slipped and wasn't working properly (duh!), so they gave me a second one. Yep, they had to re-do the whole procedure and I had to sit still through several awful contractions as they did it.

With a second epidural in, I was checked again and our doc delivered the most disheartening news yet.

I had gone backwards from 6cm dilated to 5.

My doctor gently relayed the news that it was time for a C-section. My body was not doing the job to get my baby out and my water had broken almost 30 hours before.

I bawled. After 19 hours of natural labor, puking horribly through the night, an acid wretched throat from the vomit, two separate epidurals and pitocin-- this was how my labor was going to end?

I had never had any sort of surgical procedure, so along with all the emotions I felt after going through all of that, I was also scared of being cut open. But it was inevitable. I was comforted by the fact that I'd soon see my precious baby boy.

The doctor graciously said that both Chris and my mom could go in with me for the C-section.



They wheeled me off as my mom and Chris got dressed in scrubs and less than 20 minutes later, Silas Kai arrived.



I first glimpsed my Silas as he was lifted over the curtain and taken to the corner of the room to be cleaned, weighed and measured. I craned my neck to get a glimpse of him and saw his little feet kicking away and heard his beautiful cries.

We couldn't believe it when we were told he weighed in at 9lbs 4oz. He had a head full of wispy, dark hair and his right ear was folded over a bit. He had my looks and Chris' feet. He was perfect in every way.



We're absolutely in love with this baby boy and in the end, I love thinking back on our day and a half spent in that hospital as we waited for his arrival.

 I'm proud of the hard work I did. It was so difficult and so worth it. I'm grateful that we were able to just roll with the events that came at us and I got to encounter almost every labor scenario.

I'm proud of Chris and the tough job he had of being by my side for almost every moment.

I'm grateful that my mom was able to help me through the last few hours of my labor and be there for her 11th grandchild's birth.

Most of all, I'm thankful for the beautiful, healthy son resting in my lap right now and the many blessings we've experienced through him already.

God is good.






Wednesday, August 22, 2012

Si's birth story:: part one

From about the 6th month of my pregnancy, I had decided not to share my birth story on the blog. I wanted to keep it as something that was special for me and Chris and honestly wasn't sure how personal I wanted to get on here. I didn't want to think about getting the perfect photos for a blog post or be concerned beforehand how I would write things out.

But, my labor was harder and different than anything I anticipated and made me so glad that I went into it without a birth plan. Even more so now, I'm a believer in being flexible about your birth expectations!  I think our story is worth sharing and so, here ya go.


After posting my 40 week update on Thursday, I was feeling rather impatient for Si to get here. Around 1:30pm, I was laying on our bed watching HGTV Design Star episodes when I heard a *pop-pop-pop* in my guts. I realized quite quickly that my water was breaking and rushed to the bathroom, with what seemed like gallons pouring from me. Think peeing your pants times about 20. So weird.

I got so excited. It was happening! We were going to meet our son this weekend!

Called my mama. She started looking for a flight down as soon as possible.

Called the dive school where Chris works and the "receptionist" guy panicked when I told him he needed to find Chris because my water broke. I told him it wasn't an emergency, but his reaction was pretty funny.

Called my OB office and they said I needed to come in right away.

Chris called me while running to the car. He got home and I took a shower, blowdried my hair and made sure I had everything packed that I wanted. Chris was a bit anxious to get going, but I knew we had time and didn't want to rush off.

We stopped at Chickfila for some sustenance before heading into the hospital.

When we arrived at the hospital, I was put in a small room where they monitored his heartbeat and my contractions for a little while. I was told then that the doctor would probably want to put me on Pitocin right away, since my contractions weren't getting stronger or more consistent. After getting moved to a labor and delivery room, she came in and gave us her reasoning. Though neither of us really felt it was necessary, it's hard to go against a doctor's advice, so we agreed.



But after talking it over and getting a pep talk from my mom, we decided to tell our nurse that we'd rather wait and see what my body did over the next few hours instead of starting Pitocin.

Our nurse during the night shift was a saint. Kevin was so supportive of our decision to try out natural and him being pumped about it made us pumped about it. He brought Chris his own freshly ground coffee through the night and bantered with us just enough to keep things light. The 19 (ish-- depends when you start counting "labor") hours that I went natural were made so much easier and better because of him.

So I labored through the night with only an IV for fluids, but no drugs. Because my water had broken, my temperature was checked regularly to watch for a fever. Thankfully it stayed down.

Natural labor was hard. So hard. I vomited about 12 times through the night. We watched diving and track Olympic events during the breaks between contractions and once they started to get really tough, I even slept in between contractions, which I never thought was actually possible.



Chris was an amazing coach through the whole night. I know it was excruciating for him to watch me in that much pain, but he did an amazing job of helping me relax through the contractions and encouraging me on.

After many many hours of hard natural labor, we were sure that I would have progressed to 7, maybe 8 cm through the night. I was at my threshold for pain and hoping I'd be able to start pushing soon. When the night shift ended at 7am, and a new nurse came on duty, she checked me and I was at 3cm.

Time for the epidural.


(Part two coming soon...) 



Tuesday, August 21, 2012

Si's nursery tour!


As Silas's nursery has come together over the past three months, it's become my favorite room in the house. Before he was born, I spent a good amount of time in there, reading, blogging, folding his tiny clothes and dreaming about what life would be like when he arrived.

I posted about the inspiration behind his room in this post. The goal was to create a room that reflected our love of adventure, travel and bright colors (and our hope for Si to have wonderful adventures with his life!) without being too "themey". The whole design plan started with the Katie Daisy print that I love so much, and evolved from there. I love the mixture of modern and bright colors, a few industrial, manly touches and a some vintage pieces too. 











It's hard for me to choose my favorite element in the room, but if I had to choose, I think it might be the globe. My brothers and sisters and I grew up spinning that globe with our little fingers in my parents' basement. On our trip home in May, I basically stole it from my parents' attic and knew it would be perfect for the nursery.

I wish I could have done more DIY projects for the room, but moving at 30 weeks pregnant left little energy or motivation to get out the craft supplies. Instead, it makes me happy to have so many handmade pieces from friends all over the world, including his custom crib sheet, beautiful artwork on the wall, as well as blankets, burp cloths and bibs that are getting lots of use!

It's the perfect space for our little man and we're excited to spend more time in there with him now that he's finally here.

Source list::

Adventure Painting:: painted by me
Crib:: Walmart
Crib Sheet:: c/o Parker and Posie
Hawaii map:: Everything is Jake
Stuffed Aardvark:: c/o Land of Nod
Chair:: Ikea
Ottoman:: Target
Side table:: World Market
Lamp:: Ikea
Be Silly print:: Wicked Paper,
Wild and Precious Life print::  Katie Daisy
Metal S:: c/o Land of Nod
Globe:: vintage (my parent's from when I was a kid!) 
Dresser:: vintage, Craigslisted
Changing Pad Cover:: Land of Nod
Orange basket:: shower gift
Wire Baskets:: TJ Maxx
Rug:: Urban Outfitters

Saturday, August 18, 2012

squishy faced.

I'm noticing a pattern in my Instagram photos. A certain little boy is taking over.


Blogging will be a little sporatic this next week or two. Not only because I'll be busy cuddling (and feeding, burping, changing, kissing) my Si, but also because our Mac charger is broken and I'm not sure when we'll get a new one. I've got lots of blog posts I want to share with you-- what was in my hospital bag and what we used, Si's nursery and a multiple part birth story. So stay tuned if you're into that sort of thing. ;)

Tuesday, August 14, 2012

our first days at home.


Being a mama is better than I ever thought it would or could be. We came home on Sunday evening, 48 hours after my C-section and Si's arrival. Having our family of three together in our home has been so sweet and I have honestly loved every moment. I was afraid of what postpartum would look like and  now that I'm on this side of things, those fears are gone. Not saying it won't be rough, or hasn't been tough (that first night at home was LONG!), but I love this little boy more than I thought possible and being a mama seriously is so much fun.

Recovering from a C-section is no joke though. I think the hardest part is letting my mom and Chris do things for me that are pretty simple. My legs are ridiculously swollen (think StayPuff Marshmallow Man), so I've been trying to keep them up as much as possible. Having my mom here is literally a God-send. I don't know what I'd do without her. Not just for the essential, practical help, but she's such a great support for me.

I wasn't planning on sharing our birth story on here, but man, it's a doozy, so I think I'll be typing it up to share soon.

Off to cuddle my sweet Si and get some lunch!



Saturday, August 11, 2012

happy birthday to our sweet Silas Kai!


After 30 hours in labor and an unexpected C-section, our sweet Silas Kai arrived last night (Friday, August 10) at 7:13pm, weighing in at 9lb4oz! We're absolutely in love with our gorgeous boy and can't wait to live life with him! 

Thursday, August 9, 2012

oh baby:: 40 weeks!!


Cannot believe I just typed "4-0" in the title up there. With our induction date scheduled for next Saturday, we have less than 9 days until we meet Si! We're praying that he decides to come on his own before then, and would love for you to join us in those prayers! 

I've had pretty constant, irregular Braxton Hicks since last night and I'm really hoping they decide to turn into the real deal today. 

Last week, I put together this collage of my bump photos and was hoping I wouldn't have to add a 40 week photo, but here we are! It's so fun to see how my belly has grown and looking back, I can't believe that I felt so huge in some of those earlier photos! 


People keep asking me if I'm miserable and honestly, I'm not. I'm uncomfortable, itchy, hot and tired, but I just can't help being overwhelmingly excited and thankful. A year ago, I was yearning for a baby belly and wondering when my turn would be-- if ever. So no, I'm not miserable, just grateful to be so blessed and a bit flabbergasted that I'm going to be a mama in a week or so! 


Wednesday, August 8, 2012

lessons in waiting.



Yes, friends, I'm still pregnant. Very much so. My first due date (the one my midwife is going off of) was last Friday and the one that I've been looking forward to since December was yesterday. I'm not surprised that he hasn't made his arrival yet-- I think he must be stubborn like his dad. And he's definitely feeling comfy in there.

We went walking at the state park last night and the weather was so lovely. We saw two gators and almost stepped on a baby snake (Chris said it was poisonous-- maybe a water moccasin?). We strolled down the pier (amidst lots of toothless men getting their fishing on) and watched the sunset, which was breathtaking.

Who knows how many more of those we'll have without Si in our arms?!



I've been taking it easy this week-- keeping my feet up, watching Olympics, going for morning swims in our community pool. We did a few more last minute baby projects over the weekend including setting the pack-n-play bassinet up next to the bed and installing the car seat base in the car. Nothing left to do but wait now. 

Oh, and eat my fill of Oreos before I lose the "pregnancy cravings" excuse. 



I know I said it before, but waiting for this baby is definitely a lesson in God's perfect timing and His perfect plan for us. I think Chris may be just as impatient as I am. He told me the other day, "You know, this is actually harder for me than for you. You've gotten to hold him for 9 months and I haven't even been able to hold him yet!" 

:) 

Soon. 


Friday, August 3, 2012

it's the little things:: lizards and turquoise toes


There's so much big stuff going on this week as we wait for Si, it's been refreshing for me to think about the little, every day things that make me smile. I'm constantly amazed at the way God continues to bless us, not only in major ways, but through the seemingly mundane too. 

I got my hair cut two weeks ago and haven't been really happy with it. I called my salon and asked if they would be willing to fix it for me. Not only am I super excited about my improved trim, but the stylist who cut my hair was an adorable girl from Moldova, who I know I'll be going back to often! A haircut that finally feels like me + a new favorite stylist = big smiles over here. 

We have two adirondack chairs that sit outside our front windows. If the heat and humidity ever subside, I'm sure we'll spend many a night watching the sunset from these chairs, but until then, the little lizards (I think they're called anoles?) get pretty good use out of them. It makes me giggle a little to see them perched on the chairs, just chilling. 

I can't reach these toes anymore and I was hankering for some pampering so I went for a pedicure last week. I opted for a bold turquoise shade in honor of my little boy. Also, this is the least swollen my feet have been all week. Hallelujah! 

Those are just a few of the things that have been keeping me smiling as we wait for Si. What are the little ways you've been blessed this week? Link up your posts below! 


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Thursday, August 2, 2012

oh baby:: 39 weeks!




Well, I don't have much new to share over here. We're kind of just playing the waiting game now! According to my docs, I'll be 40 weeks tomorrow. I've got two weeks to get this little boy out before they want to induce me. While our "birth plan" is super flexible (ie. have the baby...),  I would really rather not be induced, so I'm praying that my body kicks into gear soon and starts working towards getting Silas in my arms. Either way, we get to meet Si in two weeks-- how crazy is that?!

I'm doing my best to keep the anxiety at bay. Not so much that I'm nervous, but it's tough having no idea how all this will go down. It's a big lesson in trusting in God's timing as well as His perfect plan for me, Chris and Si. I find it interesting that that lesson has come full circle-- from waiting on His timing for us to get pregnant and now, we are waiting to meet our son soon. God is good and I have no doubts of that.

At the moment, Si has the hiccups (while cute, also kind of drives me crazy!) and my belly is ridiculously itchy (I'm thinking PUPPS... We'll see what my midwife says later today). I'm actually sleeping pretty well this week, which I'm thankful for and trying my best to keep my feet up because otherwise they turn into giant Shrek feet.

Maybe next Thursday, instead of a bump update, I'll introduce you to my son. Wouldn't that be nice?




 lindsay



Wednesday, August 1, 2012

hooray for august!




You guys. This is huge. It's August. My son will be born this month! 


The question is -- Is the world ready for the awesomeness that is Silas Kai? 




PS. Speaking of August-- check out my brand-spankin-new sponsors over there on the sidebar. They've got a ton of awesomeness themselves. ;)


  lindsay