Thursday, December 31, 2015
Day 2
Today was New Years Eve. Andrew took the kids to activities. I was going to look outside at midnight, I even had a nice window, but I didn't feel like standing. A few minutes after midnight I shuffled down the hallway to Lily, and cuddling her told her "Happy New Year, you made it to 2016, my little sweetheart." Earlier in the day she actually attempted to nurse, it only lasted a few minutes before she became too tired. I attempted to give her a bottle, but she refused. Andrew then tired a minute later and she drank 5 ounces!
Wednesday, December 30, 2015
Day 1
Lily's Birth Story
On December 29th around 11:30 pm Andrew and I had just gotten the kids to sleep. It was Christmas break and out schedules were majorly different from normal. We were sitting on the couches chatting with each other. The living room was messy lots of toys everywhere scattered from the days activities, dinner still on the table. The kids had played with their Christmas toys, treats wrappers were scattered. Andrew mentioned just how tired he was, I agreed. I said to Andrew let's just clean up the house and then go to bed so we can get a nice restful nights sleep.
I stood up and went over near my daughters bedroom picking up a little toy on the floor- I hear a small pop and peed my pants! I ran to the bathroom made it in time before I started gushing everywhere, but my pants were soaked. I sat on the toilet and it just kept coming. Andrew ran downstairs and brought me a towel and clean pants. Andrew entering the bathroom said "Honey that doesn't smell like pee." I realized it wasn't stopping. I called my mother and asked her "Mom when your water breaks does it not stop?" She replied "I'm coming over right now you get to the hospital." Andrew grabbed the maternity bag- I actually had one ths time! I waited for my parents to arrive as Andrew tried his best to clean up the house just a little bit.
My parents showed up Andrew and I got in the car and drove to Mountain Point Medical Center. Andrew dropped me off at the front door; I didn't notice there was a note there to use the emergency entrance since it was so late at night. The doors didn't open for me I had to backtrack and go back through the emergency room door. I immediately started heading up to the OBGYN office and delivery. I was leaking fluid everywhere, the towel between my legs was soaked and dripping, my pants were getting increasingly soaked. However the lady at the desk stopped me and said "You can't go in there until you've checked in." I asked, "Can my husband check me in, since I'm leaking?" (The answer is No...FYI...until the receptionist notices water gushing all down your legs.) I was annoyed but started to check in. They took my name and called the delivery/maternity ward within a few moments Andrew arrived and was able to continue checking me in while they let me go up to the maternity ward.
I had collected some of the amniotic fluid, I gave it to them to go and test. I lead me to the delivery room and the nurse performed another test using the little q-tip to determine whether or not my amniotic fluid had actually broken - it had. They placed the monitors on my stomach for the baby and myself but had great difficulty in finding the baby's heartbeat because I had my placenta in the front. They eventually figured it out by placing the monitor way down low on my stomach, lower than expected.
After an hour of monitoring contractions the doctors came in to ask whether or not my contractions were painful, they were but not enough for me to have an epidural quite yet. I was dilated to 3. After several more hours and monitoring it was determined that my contractions were not advancing at all. The doctor suggested that I have pitocin or a c-section. I opted for the pitocin.
The nurses came in and started up the IV. I had to have antibiotics and pitocin. The moment the pitocin started making my contractions harder the baby's heart rate dropped significantly. The monitors were hidden from my view the entire time that I was in labor. Andrew looked at it on occasion or could read the monitor paper that was printing out but other than that I had no idea that my daughter's heart rate was dropping. The nurses came in and stopped the pitocin the second I was dialated to 5. My body progressed the contractions got harder, and I requested an epidural. Dr Bean and Lamoreux came in multiple times and offered me a c-section based on how my daughter's heart rate was dropping assume but also based on that both of them were supposed to leave for another hospital. I really did not want to have a c-section at all and begged them to do the best they could to not have it become a c-section. They continued to monitor my daughter's heart rate and overall things seem to be alright she wasn't in danger of a heart attack just dippin slightly.
At around 9:30 a.m. the doctors decided to have me push. I was not fully dilated- closer to an eight and a half but the doctor hoped that having me push might help push my dilation up to 10. I was able to get Peter out in three pushes very easily. But trying my very hardest she was not coming out. Everytime I pushed she jumped right back up into my abdomen. Every single time she was almost out she's squirmed right back in. Her heart rate kept dropping every time I pushed. I was put on oxygen, my head was swimming, concentration was difficult, and my ears rang. Finally Dr Bean informed me that he was going to get her out immediately and in order to do so he needed to vacuum assist. I agreed and while giving one large push, he vacuum assisted her out partially. In the midst of pushing I realized the doctor is telling me to stop. The umbilical cord was wrapped tightly around her neck she was choking to death.
Dr Bean removed the cord from her neck and she was born. He placed her on my chest. I could only see her back, she was blue, not moving, and absolutely tiny. She was lifeless. The nurses were rubbing her back encouraging her to breathe but she wasn't. After a few seconds they moved her over to the baby respiratory bed and began working on her to try to get her to breathe. In the mist of this I delivered the placenta and Dr Bean noted that it was very small and covered in blood clots to the extent of placental abruption. (I would have had a stillborn in a few days.) Dr Bean looked over at Lily in the bed and seeing the vitals on the bed turned to me and said "Don't worry she's breathing. They got her to breathe, she's doing fine. She has a heartbeat." It had taken 3 full minutes. I tore minorly but it didn't require any stitches.
The nurses moved her to the NICU, I had Andrew go with them. After I was cleaned up, I was left alone in the delivery room. My nurse checked on me every few minutes. But I didn't see a picture of my daughter for another 30 minutes.
Second picture I saw, NICU.
Just checked in.
First picture I saw of Lily, she was still blue when they removed her from the delivery room.
I stood up and went over near my daughters bedroom picking up a little toy on the floor- I hear a small pop and peed my pants! I ran to the bathroom made it in time before I started gushing everywhere, but my pants were soaked. I sat on the toilet and it just kept coming. Andrew ran downstairs and brought me a towel and clean pants. Andrew entering the bathroom said "Honey that doesn't smell like pee." I realized it wasn't stopping. I called my mother and asked her "Mom when your water breaks does it not stop?" She replied "I'm coming over right now you get to the hospital." Andrew grabbed the maternity bag- I actually had one ths time! I waited for my parents to arrive as Andrew tried his best to clean up the house just a little bit.
My parents showed up Andrew and I got in the car and drove to Mountain Point Medical Center. Andrew dropped me off at the front door; I didn't notice there was a note there to use the emergency entrance since it was so late at night. The doors didn't open for me I had to backtrack and go back through the emergency room door. I immediately started heading up to the OBGYN office and delivery. I was leaking fluid everywhere, the towel between my legs was soaked and dripping, my pants were getting increasingly soaked. However the lady at the desk stopped me and said "You can't go in there until you've checked in." I asked, "Can my husband check me in, since I'm leaking?" (The answer is No...FYI...until the receptionist notices water gushing all down your legs.) I was annoyed but started to check in. They took my name and called the delivery/maternity ward within a few moments Andrew arrived and was able to continue checking me in while they let me go up to the maternity ward.
I had collected some of the amniotic fluid, I gave it to them to go and test. I lead me to the delivery room and the nurse performed another test using the little q-tip to determine whether or not my amniotic fluid had actually broken - it had. They placed the monitors on my stomach for the baby and myself but had great difficulty in finding the baby's heartbeat because I had my placenta in the front. They eventually figured it out by placing the monitor way down low on my stomach, lower than expected.
After an hour of monitoring contractions the doctors came in to ask whether or not my contractions were painful, they were but not enough for me to have an epidural quite yet. I was dilated to 3. After several more hours and monitoring it was determined that my contractions were not advancing at all. The doctor suggested that I have pitocin or a c-section. I opted for the pitocin.
The nurses came in and started up the IV. I had to have antibiotics and pitocin. The moment the pitocin started making my contractions harder the baby's heart rate dropped significantly. The monitors were hidden from my view the entire time that I was in labor. Andrew looked at it on occasion or could read the monitor paper that was printing out but other than that I had no idea that my daughter's heart rate was dropping. The nurses came in and stopped the pitocin the second I was dialated to 5. My body progressed the contractions got harder, and I requested an epidural. Dr Bean and Lamoreux came in multiple times and offered me a c-section based on how my daughter's heart rate was dropping assume but also based on that both of them were supposed to leave for another hospital. I really did not want to have a c-section at all and begged them to do the best they could to not have it become a c-section. They continued to monitor my daughter's heart rate and overall things seem to be alright she wasn't in danger of a heart attack just dippin slightly.
At around 9:30 a.m. the doctors decided to have me push. I was not fully dilated- closer to an eight and a half but the doctor hoped that having me push might help push my dilation up to 10. I was able to get Peter out in three pushes very easily. But trying my very hardest she was not coming out. Everytime I pushed she jumped right back up into my abdomen. Every single time she was almost out she's squirmed right back in. Her heart rate kept dropping every time I pushed. I was put on oxygen, my head was swimming, concentration was difficult, and my ears rang. Finally Dr Bean informed me that he was going to get her out immediately and in order to do so he needed to vacuum assist. I agreed and while giving one large push, he vacuum assisted her out partially. In the midst of pushing I realized the doctor is telling me to stop. The umbilical cord was wrapped tightly around her neck she was choking to death.
Dr Bean removed the cord from her neck and she was born. He placed her on my chest. I could only see her back, she was blue, not moving, and absolutely tiny. She was lifeless. The nurses were rubbing her back encouraging her to breathe but she wasn't. After a few seconds they moved her over to the baby respiratory bed and began working on her to try to get her to breathe. In the mist of this I delivered the placenta and Dr Bean noted that it was very small and covered in blood clots to the extent of placental abruption. (I would have had a stillborn in a few days.) Dr Bean looked over at Lily in the bed and seeing the vitals on the bed turned to me and said "Don't worry she's breathing. They got her to breathe, she's doing fine. She has a heartbeat." It had taken 3 full minutes. I tore minorly but it didn't require any stitches.
The nurses moved her to the NICU, I had Andrew go with them. After I was cleaned up, I was left alone in the delivery room. My nurse checked on me every few minutes. But I didn't see a picture of my daughter for another 30 minutes.
Lily in the NICU.
Friday, December 25, 2015
Christmas 2015, family letter
Year report:
Andrew continues to work as a Quality Engineer for Wencor, and aerospace company. He enjoys meetings with co-workers and collaborating on projects. His company moved from Utah to Peacetree, Georgia. We were offered the option to move, but after much prayer and pondering decided not to. Originally Andrew was going to lose his job in August, then December, but in the end the company decided to keep about 100 or so employees in Utah. He is looking for work, only because they will eventually move entirely.
Amy is pregnant with #6, a girl due Christmas Day. She finished her Master's degree in Biological Science from Western Governor's University in August, (Yes, she finished a Master's while pregnant and with at home a 3 year old and 2 two year olds.) It's not that impressive, all three of my boys at home napped at the same time each day--so, I had three hours a day to myself. Amy also continued to volunteer for Science Olympiad, taught WEBELOS and played with kidlets daily.
Sarah loves reading, and art. She is fascinated will all things medical and made her own spy kit. Little Pet Shops, Horses and doll toys normally cover her bedroom floor.
Michael finally learned how to read! He loves exploring, riding bikes, playing with legos, and continues to survive off air.
James is as tall as his older brother. Emulates everything his brother does. He has a fascination with rocket ships and anything space.
Peter remains tenderhearted. I likes to make tents and cuddle with loves of pillows and blankets. He plays the piano and sings whenever he has the chance.
Danny is a tornado of energy with a flair for fairplay. He tackles his older brothers, flirts with the ladies in nursery. and always makes sure that if he gets a treat--his siblings do too.
Tuesday, September 2, 2014
Honey, the baby is awake
Why doth the sweet babe wake at night,
with mild temperament giggle whist being held,
but yet put down doth whine?
Methinks tis' a conspiracy,
Whilst first light entereth here,
young bairn doth sleep soundlessly,
and whilst mother sit drowsily,
other children doth mischievously tip-toe,
as not to wake their mother Dragon who too sleepeth,
and while sleep unavoidable,
Youth doth complete havoc avoidable,
Tinies scatter whenst waking Dragon stir,
and with grumbling roar doth proclaim defeat!
with mild temperament giggle whist being held,
but yet put down doth whine?
Methinks tis' a conspiracy,
Whilst first light entereth here,
young bairn doth sleep soundlessly,
and whilst mother sit drowsily,
other children doth mischievously tip-toe,
as not to wake their mother Dragon who too sleepeth,
and while sleep unavoidable,
Youth doth complete havoc avoidable,
Tinies scatter whenst waking Dragon stir,
and with grumbling roar doth proclaim defeat!
During 2013 Christmas my family shared with me
12 Times a day fever checking. (104...)
11 Different clothes for changing ("Mom! I threw up....again..." )
10 Treats to share that I'm not delivering.
9 Nights of no sleep and counting.
8 Christmas movies to watch daily. (We're too sick to do anything else!)
7 Empty boxes of Kleenex for sneezing, dripping, running.
6 Missed family Christmas parties. (Hope my white elephant doesn't go rotten!)
5 Bottles of medication!!!
4 Ear and sinus infections.
3 Trips to the pediatric doctor.
2 Brand new teeth on babies.
And one trip to Hospital ROC.
Ohhh... How I love my young sick f-a-m-i-l-y!
11 Different clothes for changing ("Mom! I threw up....again..." )
10 Treats to share that I'm not delivering.
9 Nights of no sleep and counting.
8 Christmas movies to watch daily. (We're too sick to do anything else!)
7 Empty boxes of Kleenex for sneezing, dripping, running.
6 Missed family Christmas parties. (Hope my white elephant doesn't go rotten!)
5 Bottles of medication!!!
4 Ear and sinus infections.
3 Trips to the pediatric doctor.
2 Brand new teeth on babies.
And one trip to Hospital ROC.
Ohhh... How I love my young sick f-a-m-i-l-y!
How to fold laundry, a 2 year old guide.
1. Dump laundry out of basket onto floor. Watch mom fold laundry.
2. Jump into basket, proclaim, "Boat! Pirate! Argh!"
3. While mom puts away towels, grab laundry and put back into basket.
4. Shout, "I DID IT!" Don't let mom have the laundry back.
5. Notice a pair of your socks. Ask to put them on.
6. Bring shoes to mom, ask to put them on.
7. "Outside?"
8. Leave laundry, go play outside.
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