Here is his birth story. It's really long. So feel free to just browse over some spots. Or just skip to the end where all the pictures are!
It all started on Tuesday with my Doctor’s appointment. I
was looking forward to it. I was 40 weeks (and 2 days late). Knew that this
appointment was going to all be about my options about when this little
munchikin would come join the world. So in I went to my appointment with Dr.
Naude at 11:40. Met with the nurse first (typical) and they took my blood
pressure, 151/95 (just a tad bit high. .. okay you caught me. It’s high!) I’d
been borderline high since 34 weeks but even me seeing it hit that mark I just
knew I was going to meet my little boy a little sooner than anticipated.
I got into Dr. Naude’s office and he looked and my file and
said. . hmm that’s high and took my pressure again(it was still high). Noticed
my puffiness around my feet and moving up my leg (Basically all to my knees.)
and my face was starting too. Called in a nurse who came in and he gave her
instructions to call the hospital to get me in for testing and such. He checked
me out and said things were moving along up there but I wasn’t hugely dilated
or anything. So told me to go to the hospital and they would do some blood work
and a non-stress test. He also said that if they weren’t crazy busy they would
induce me (GULP!).
I got out of the clinic and called Daniel. I was in shock a
little and told him what the Doctor told me and then said I think he better
come home. Luckily work didn’t want a crazy pregnant woman hunting them down so
they let my hubby off. So I waited at home for Daniel and called my Mom because
I was kinda starting to freak out. I was having a hard time embracing the idea
that I could have my baby today. So she talked to me until Daniel came home and
I was calmed down by then (thanks Mom). Got to the hospital around 1:30 and got
all checked in a hooked up. Daniel and I just talked while I clicked the button
when I felt him move. Haha sometimes I forgot. I was just so used to him moving
and forgot about the button. Daniel reminded me when he could see my belly
going crazy. During all this my blood pressure went down, baby’s stayed fine
and he just kept on wiggling.
After the test the
nurse told us everything looked good and we could go home but to come back in 6
hours to run the test again and then to come back in at 7:30 in the morning and
they would induce me. That made me relax knowing I had time to prepare to meet
my little man. So we headed out it was 3:30, we ran and grabbed some snack
wraps from A&W to hold us over until we got to go to Tiffany Low’s for
dinner (I was really excited for that), and then I was planning on going to the
Relief Society activity. It was going to be a good night.
We got home and I settled on the couch for about 15 minutes
when Daniel’s phone rang. It was the hospital. Something had changed for them
(someone else had their baby) so they had room for me and so they said to come
in and they were going to induce me! GULP! Daniel talked to them so I didn’t
even have time to try and back out. We were going back in! So we loaded up and
back to the hospital we went. By the time we got there it was a little after 4.
So they booked me back in and up to maternity we went. They attached me back to
some monitors and Dr. Naude came and broke my water. Daniel sat in the corner
trying not to pass out as hands were going places that Daniel had issues with. J So they were reaching
and all the sudden GUSH! Water went everywhere . . . and I started laughing.
The nurse about lost it at well (at me) and Dr. Naude chuckled a bit.
Apparently not many people laugh when their waters break. It was kinda funny
and felt so weird.
Well they kept me hooked up for an hour and then let us
wander. So wander we did and found an outside patio to sit on for a while. I
was starting to have a few contractions by this point. But it wasn’t bad. Then
we found the TV lounge and starting watching movies in there until they found
us (drat)! The nurse said Dr. Naude wanted me started on the drip (dun dun
dunnnnnnn). So back to the room we went and hooked up again I was. Daniel and I
played phase 10 (I won) and then Jen Isackson came over and hung out for a
while and brought Bohnanza (best game ever if you’ve never heard of it). Just
before she left she was telling me to embrace for the next 12 hours (your
average labor time). I thought to myself . . . hell no. It was about 8:15ish by the time she left and
Daniel was out getting some dinner when all the sudden the wall of contractions
hit me. HOLY DINA! It literally went from level 1 to level 6 in a matter of
five minutes. Took my breath away but I was still able to talk to the nurse through
contractions (barely, I was forcing it out.)
Daniel showed up by
9:00. Before Daniel showed up I had been talking to the nurse about drugs and
such (yes my plan was drug free and natural but hey, I got induced so I figured
I could cheat on the drugs too). I didn’t want the epidural because I was still
managing them alright I just wanted something to take the edge away and so
morphine it was (I was still coherent enough to remember people telling me I’d
cave and get the epiduralso obviously I was still stubborn enough that I
wouldn’t let them have that pleasure, thanks Tiff!! J) She told me they could give
me morphine once every 3-4 hours. Again I thought to myself . . . this little
rugrat is going to be out of me before then! So Daniel comes in and the Nurse
checks me out and see’s that I’m dilated to 4cm. WOOT! On goes the morphine and
the worst level of pain with the contractions disappeared, for maybe 45
minutes. It was still pretty bad but between contractions my body was able to
relax a little better. I was still kinda joking around with them at this point
and making myself laugh and say stupid things to Daniel how this was his fault
. . . and doing the ridiculous breathing you see in movies (it took my mind off
of it all). At some point though that wall disappeared and it hurt! The
morphine was gone, not really but it wasn’t doing me any good anymore. . . So I
just found a good hold of Daniel’s hand and held it like crazy when the pain
hit (Apparently the contractions at this point were about 2 minutes apart. I
call bull on that because they were only ten seconds apart). It would be
contraction contraction “2 minute break” contraction contraction contraction “2
minute break”. Brutal!
The nurse was there the entire time telling me how good I
was doing. So was Daniel, Daniel was pretty fantastic reminding me to breathe
deep and counting with me, even if I hated him at the time for being so calm. I
did tell him to shut up a few times. I’m glad he didn’t listen J. Around this time I got on a exercise ball and
that kinda helped things out, got me up anyway . . . even if I farted during a
contraction and apologized for it and then peed myself and laughed about that
too (go me! I was real classy!) Daniel says I was on the ball for . . . 30
minutes give or take. I wouldn’t know . . . time didn’t exist to me anymore . .
. was not my friend. With one contraction I had while on the ball there was
this really strange feeling that came with it, took my mind off the pain. But
it came again and again. Then I thought to myself . . . “Why does my body need
to poop now?”
Then it dawned on me. My body wanted me to start pushing. So
I asked the nurse if it was normal at this point for me to want to push. Her
eyes went as big as saucers and said she needed to check me out if I felt like
pushing. Somehow between contractions I made it on the bed and got checked out.
I was 9 cm dilated.
They count me starting labor at 9:15 when I was 4 cm. at
11:15 I was 9 cm. Two hours= 5 cm. Hence the pain! She said “Don’t push! We
need to get you to a different room!” and out she went to get a wheelchair.
All I could think was stupid nurse! I don’t want to move. I
don’t want to sit in a wheelchair. Daniel says to me, “well here comes a scene
from a movie.” I looked at him like he was an idiot, but it must have been more
of a, “What the heck are you talking about?” look because he explained to me,
“You know when they rush a pregnant woman down the hallway in a wheelchair and
she’s screaming her face off.” I’m pretty sure I rolled my eyes at him . . . or
at least tried to.
Somehow I got in the wheelchair (a lot of coaching from
Daniel) and made it to Labor and Delivery, where somehow I managed to get on
the bed. They then offered me the miracle of all miracles . . . LAUGHING GAS!!!
To Daniel I guess it looked like I was going to pass on it but really I was
just thinking of all the other times in my life when I had laughing gas and it
was BLISSFUL! I got that mask on, Daniel held it for me. And within one minute
pain meant nothing. I could still feel it but I didn’t care anymore. The first
contraction on it I still felt but it suddenly seemed like nothing. Why was I
being such a woose? Haha. If there were any contractions after that I don’t
know. Daniel did say he was watching the monitors and reading the contractions
but I was out of it! He said my feet would start to wiggle (I moved my legs
during the contractions to ease things up) with each contraction but I guess it
was pretty pathetic.
When I got the laughing gas I remember thinking to things to
myself before I went under, focus on Daniel and when you come to again (I knew
they would eventually take it away the jerks) you will get to push! So all I
remember on the laughing gas is listening to Daniel telling me to breathe and
him counting to ten. I thought I was coherent but I guess I fell asleep for 15
minutes. Then they stole my mask.
It took a while to come too but the first thing I remember
is someone checking me out and saying she can start pushing. WOOT WOOT! I did
get a little mad at them for taking the gas away. I started talking like a
drunk indian (no joke) saying things like, “tan I hav tat back?” “I yike tat
stuff”.
But I started pushing and focusing on Daniel again talking
me through and counting. I had something to brace my legs on and bars to grasp
with my hands. Apparently I let go of the hand bar one time and caught a hold
of one of Daniel’s belly rolls . . . So he had his turn to breathe like a
pregnant woman in labor. J
(I have no memory of this at all). After that he was good at watching my hand
and when it would let go so he could move and I’d just get his shirt.
So here I am pushing and the nurses say they can see his
head, and are asking if they should call the doctor. They decide to give him a
call, so he’s on his way. I’m pushing with each contraction and with one
contraction I remember thinking “that
one felt different, okay Indie, 5 more contractions and he’s coming out!”
And basically that’s how it went. I remember seeing Dr.
Naude come in a get his cover on and a nurse helping him put on gloves. Then I
pushed as the second nurse just finished putting her glove on and caught his
head. J
Dr. Naude grabbed his head from her and I felt utter bliss! Best feeling in the
world! I knew I was done! But the Doctor said, “no you need to keep pushing!”
(apparently shoulders need to come out too. Who knew? Haha) So I gave the
wimpiest push of my life and Sean Gregory Fyfe entered this world.
They laid him on me while they cleaned him off and all I thought
to myself was, that is one big baby! Daniel got to cut the cord. Sean wasn’t
breathing the best when he came out because of the morphine I got so they
wisked him off to the side and everyone was over by him. I was kinda freaking
out because he wasn’t crying and Daniel was keeping me calm and telling me he
was breathing but I couldn’t really see because the stupid bed bars were in my
way! I got Daniel to drop them so I could see my beautiful baby boy and saw him
just as he made his first scream. I think he just screamed because they gave
him a shot to counteract the morphine. He screamed for a little while and then
calmed down.
Dr. Naude left him in the nurse’s hand and starting fixing
me. I wasn’t too impressed. I was so done with being poked and prodded but I
made it through and got my stitches and found out I had a 3rd degree tear. J Let’s just say that’s
not too fun. As the nurse was still
cleaning Sean we had a guessing game to see how heavy he was. I said oh he`s
easily 8 something. (I really didn`t want to admit that he would be heavier
then that.) The nurse`s guess was 8lbs 6oz. Then her eyes went really big when
the scale said 8lbs 15oz. one ounce shy of nine pounds. But thankfully one
ounce I didn`t have to push out. He was pretty long too at 22.5 inches. A big
boy! Luckily his head wasn`t that big. J
I don`t remember the measurements for that but he is well proportioned. I
finally held him after I was all stitched up and he just cuddled right in. I
started talking and he just opened his eyes and looked straight at me.
Then I had to get up and head back to my room, weirdest
feeling standing and feeling all that weight gone. So we headed back and he
took to feeding right away like a pro. I didn`t get much sleep that night just
from all the excitement!
And that`s how little Sean came into my life. I love him so
much it`s just ridiculous! Helps that he is a pretty cute little boy. Has Daddy
and me wrapped around his finger!
Oh and I should brag that his 3rd night home I got five hours of
sleep! J
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