Wednesday, July 02, 2014

Lydia's Birth Story

(Let me preface this by saying that I am very thankful Lydia and I are healthy and that we were never in an emergency situation. However, after having some time to think about her bith and reading this article, I'd have to agree that a healthy mom and baby isn't all that matters.)

Lydia was a super active baby inside--probably the most active out of all three kids. I've never been very good at figuring out what position my unborn babies are in when I'm still carrying them, so it was quite a relief to find out at that she was head down at my 38 week appointment. Still pretty high so it didn't look like labor was imminent, but head down.

39 weeks pregnant
On Friday May 9th I had my 39 week appointment and we discovered she was breech. Um, what? An ultrasound confirmed and also let us know she was footling breech (feet first, which if my research/memory is correct, that's the most rare type of breech baby?). Not good. The doctor would have been willing to try turning her via an External Version had she been frank breech (butt first) but said it wasn't likely to work with the positioning of Lydia's feet. (In retrospect, I'm wishing I would have pushed this issue more, or tried to find another doctor at the practice who might have been willing to give it a shot). That left us discussing the one option I never wanted to face--a c-section. The doctor had an opening that Tuesday at 8:30 am., so did we want to do it in 4 days (Lydia's due date)?

Thankfully Chris was with me at this appointment (and we didn't have the boys with us). We went ahead and scheduled the c-section for Tuesday, but by the time we got home that day were hoping we could postpone it to give Lydia the chance to turn (again). Everything happened so quickly at the doctor's appointment that we really needed some time to talk and process our options. We'd asked the doctor about waiting until I went into labor on my own, but that didn't seem like the wisest choice for several reasons. We would end up with whoever was on call doing the c-section, and I'm pretty sure we would have been treated much more like an emergency case had we waited until I was in labor. Additionally, the risk of a cord prolapse (life or death situation) goes up significantly with a footling breech once your water has broken. That's scary in and of itself, but we're an hour away from the hospital which made us even more nervous. (My water has broken before labor started with both boys so it was a real possibility.)

A few hours old
After talking/praying/reading, Chris and I both concluded that if she still was breech, a c-section was the safest way for her to come. But what if she turned again on her own? I called the doctor on Monday to see if we could postpone, hoping she would turn. However, the doctor's only surgery opening was Tuesday--she was booked for the next 3 weeks. (This is my biggest issue with the whole situation, the fact that we were having a c-section at a time that was convenient for the doctor/hospital, not based on it being the best for us/the baby.)

Thankfully the doctor had agreed to do an ultrasound right before the c-section confirming Lydia's position, so we spent the weekend trying to get her to turn. Laying upside down, frozen veggies on the top of my belly (while sitting on a yoga ball) and praying like crazy. I was fairly certain she was still breech because on the way to the hospital I could feel a lump under my ribs on the right side.

We got to the hospital at 5:30 (yes, a.m.) to do the necessary lab work and watch the nurses try to start an IV. (I've apparently got veins of steel.) True to her word, the doctor did an ultrasound right before we went to the OR and we saw Lydia's cute face under my ribs on the right.

They wheeled me back to the OR, started the spinal, etc. It didn't take long before Lydia was out, showing off her lungs and dark hair (!!). Chris was able to be with her while they checked her lungs for fluid and then brought her over to me. They sewed me up and I met Chris and Lydia back in the room.

Snuggling at the hospital
 One of my biggest fears was that they would take her to the nursery or we would somehow end up separated, but thankfully that didn't happen at all. As soon as we were back in the room, I started skin-to-skin with Lydia and we oohed and ahhed over her hair (I didn't think she'd have any, but the ultrasound on Friday showed that she did) and overall cuteness. Phone calls were made, pictures were texted and we thanked God for the safe arrival of our beautiful girl.

I started writing this not long after Lydia was born, and now that she's almost six weeks old, I've had some more time to process everything. I still regret not pushing to see if there was a doctor who would have tried turning her before resorting to a c-section. And even though we had a birth plan for the c-section (finalized less than 12 hours before she was born), it felt rushed and I don't recall discussing it in detail with the doctor.

6.5 weeks old 
 While I may have some regrets and all sorts of emotions surrounding Lydia's birth, I'm thankful for our baby girl and am so glad she's here, even though the story was nothing like I imagined.

Monday, May 19, 2014

She's Here!


Lydia Anabel
5/13/14
8:50 a.m.
7 lbs 11 oz
19.25 inches long

And as you can see, we're quite smitten with her...



(Sometimes, I forget I have a blog, which is why it took me almost a week to post this.)

Thursday, March 13, 2014

Nesting and Such

"She's in the beginning stages of her nesting," Chris told his mom on the phone the other day, and I suppose he can't be blamed for saying that. In the last month or two, I've reorganized/purged our kitchen cabinets, the linen closet, the boys' closet and oh, yeah, we re-did our closet, too.

Starting the demolition process (the best 'before' shot we have)

After (it might not be visible, but we also painted the inside of the closet)

In case you're tempted to be impressed with all that I've done, just don't make me tell you how slowly I do things these days, or how much chocolate consumption was involved. The good news is that most of the un-fun projects are done, so now that I occasionally have bouts of real nesting energy, I can focus on the more enjoyable tasks, like making busy bags for Timmy and Isaac and in a few months, washing Baby Girl's clothes.

We also celebrated Timmy's 3rd birthday with Curious George cake and tools.


Next up is Easter--I'm toying with the idea of making suspenders for the boys and maybe bow ties, but I'm not convinced they will wear them. Though let's be honest--I am not above bribing with chocolate in order to get a good picture. Yes, I'm shameless. And six days after Easter, Isaac turns two. His celebration will include lots of tractors and lawn mowing (his absolute favorite activity). Every morning, he mows before breakfast...and after...and after nap, etc.



Tuesday, February 04, 2014

Kid Friendly Thank You Notes

Now that Timmy is three (um, when did he get so old?), I wanted him to able to help with his birthday thank you notes. However, he can't write. I was brainstorming a few days ago and decided to come up with this simple but cute postcard that let him participate, but wasn't overly involved.

It's pretty self explanatory...I printed out "Thank you" in a large font, had him color/decorate it and snapped a picture. (Getting a decent photo that showed the words clearly was by far the hardest part. Well, either that or wrestling the photo printer at Walgreens.) I mounted the pictures on cardstock, wrote on the backs and then laminated them with packing tape (I didn't think contact paper would stick well). I helped him write his name and they were ready to go in the mail. I'm really happy with how they turned out, and hopefully the recipients will be, too! 

Wednesday, January 22, 2014

It's a...

...super late blog update! Between Christmas, traveling, and the Never Ending Stomach Bug, I kept forgetting to post, but we're having a...
GIRL!!

We're so excited for this little lady to join our family. I may or may not have knit her a headband a few days after finding out, and while in Washington for Christmas, I sorted through (and squealed over) tons of clothes from my nieces. Now that Christmas is over, we're organizing and purging at home so that we'll be ready to have five (eek!) people living in this house. Oh yeah, and getting ready for Timmy's birthday, enjoying the surprisingly mild "winter" weather and playing the violin with a guitar and flute cleaning rod...naturally.

Tuesday, December 10, 2013

Boy or Girl?

As I mentioned before, I'm pretty convinced this baby is a girl. With Timmy and Isaac, I craved orange juice like it was going out of style, but this pregnancy? I've had one, maybe two glasses total. What I have been craving (and baby changes his/her mind with such alarming speed that I think it must be female) are baked potatoes (Gold Yukon from the Farmer's Market, please), roasted broccoli, creamy things such as White Chicken Enchiladas and pudding. Don't worry, there have also been random Taco Bell cravings, it's not all roasted veggies.

I was way more nauseous the first trimester, with the "morning" sickness not leaving until 15 weeks pregnant (which I interpret to mean that baby will be a week late).

But...we have two boys. What's to say we won't have a third? Plus the cousins on Chris' side go (in order of age) girl, boy, girl, boy, girl. So naturally we're having a boy to keep the pattern going. I know, my method is pure science.
Adding a third boy? Yeah, that'd be awesome.

For the record, I'm predicting a girl on May 20 (one week past my due date), but we will be happy with whatever God gives us.

Wednesday, November 27, 2013

As If the World Needed Further Proof...

...that I am going insane, here is the evidence.

The other day, I threw a sock of Timmy's in the garbage instead of the hamper. Thankfully I realized before it was too late.

Today while making these, I dipped the first pretzel and didn't understand why it didn't look like the one in Pinterest. That's because I'd forgotten to color the chocolate. I pulled out my food coloring...and grabbed the yellow and blue. Fortunately, I caught my mistake and swapped the blue for red and made orange.

And tonight while I was making dinner (which was grilled cheese, because that's about the only thing I'll cook the night before Thanksgiving), I turned the Foremen grill on to heat and after a few minutes went to put the sandwiches on. Turns out it works better if you put the grilling plates on. Sigh.

I'd like to blame pregnancy brain, but even if that's the case I'm not sure we can survive 5 more months of this...