I'm writing this down to remember it later, as if I could forget. It can't hurt though to have the details in digital copy. My memory's not what it should be. I'd say "used to be" but I can't remember what it used to be. So there.
The run up to the birth was an exercise in patience. Everyone was telling us we'd have Zoe early; Chris, our families, ourselves. To complicate things, we had two due dates. One was from the Birth Center, November 11, which was calculated using a lock of Kimmy's hair, tea leaves, eye of newt and a ouija board. Either that or a calendar in front of a dart board. Actually, it was a little cardboard wheel with different cycles on it and a guesstimate of the length of Kimmy's last few cycles. We felt that her last few cycles weren't representative of her overall internal clock since she'd just had a miscarriage 3-4 months prior and things were still sorting themselves out. The hospital gave us another due date, November 7. Which was based on the ultrasound measurements. We liked that one better. It seemed more clinical, and, best of all, earlier.
Kimmy and I even conducted our own studies into uncovering the actual birthdate of our daughter. One such study involved asking the cats various days of the week until they meowed. It was all very scientific. We believed we had a large enough sample size, four cats, and a consistent methodology, I'd say a day and wait two seconds then move on to the next whilst Kimmy or I petted the cat being questioned. How could that miss? The consensus seemed to be Monday or Tuesday. Sadly, the cats proved to be the most accurate predictors even though we didn't believe them, or want to rather. We were still pushing for earlier.
Our other method involved our bingo game we'd bought for the baby shower. We did this one twice. We'd lay out the cards and assign each a day for a 7 day spread and I'd use the little roly thingy to pick the numbers while Kimmy marked the cards. The first time we got a Monday, over a week before the actual birth, and the second time we got Friday, again, 4 days off. Stupid bingo game. That's the last time I ask you for advice.
So yeah, the 7th came and went. No baby. Due date one = wrong. Kimmy had tried acupuncture for labor promotion and taken herbs to that effect as well. By then we'd resigned ourselves to wait and see. "She'll come out when she's ready." became our mantra. Now I know it seems like we're an impatient bunch. You have to understand something about us first. Kimmy is the kind of person that can't wait to hand out birthday and Christmas gifts early. I don't think I've ever opened a gift from her on Christmas day. I have a little more forbearance with regards to that sort of thing. I do have to put up with a lot of questioning around my various gift giving days. That is not to say I'm a totally patient person. I can wait on gifts and things, but when it comes to events or going somewhere, I get very fidgety. I don't know of any event more exciting than the birth of our child, aside from maybe our wedding, but at least that had a very specific time and date that I could hang on. Having a baby was nothing but a giant question mark so I was trying to be patient for Kimmy's sake so she wouldn't have any anxiety over the due date(s) coming and going which could actually alow things down. It was hard.
Sunday the 8th came and we had resigned ourselves to no baby that weekend, then Kimmy's water broke at 11:40AM. We didn't know that was the case at first. I was trying to be very cautiously optomistic about it. Kimmy had been having Braxton-Hicks contractions for a few months at this point and had been experiencing other "different" contractions in the previous few days. I didn't want to get our hopes up and be dissapointed, but Kimmy kept leaking so we called the Birth Center and they confirmed that it was indeed a broken amniotic sac. "Yay! We're totally going to have a baby today!" ....Not!
Every book and website we'd read said that most women don't even have their water break prior to labor starting. On the flip side, they said that, once the water breaks, the vast majority of women have their babies within 24 hours. "Yay! At the very least we'll have a baby by Monday!" ....Not!
Regular contractions started happening around 2:00PM on Sunday. We called the Birth Center shortly thereafter and they told us to hang out at home until the contractions got 5 minutes apart and lasted for about a minute each. Great, that should be any minute now. any minute. now. soon. 5 hours later we're slowly creeping towards the regularity that they term as "active labor." During this whole process, Kimmy's listening to her Hypnobabies CD and making wonderful faces while I time the contractions and try to prep everything for leaving the house. Kimmy's mother called sometime shortly after Kimmy's water broke and we had to tell her what was going on, but we cautioned her to not come down until we told them we were leaving for the Birth Center. Kimmy wanted to labor in private as much as possible and did not want to deal with visitors no matter how well intended. That didn't exactly happen, but more on that later.
While we were laboring at home I was trying to prep the birth bag, get the food ready for the Birth Center (we were making cookies as a birthday activity) and cook dinner for us right then and there all the while running back and forth with my timer and a pad to scribbling things down on. This is when our kitchen faucet decided to give up on us. The faucet had been causing us problems for months now, but, being the lazy forgetful people that we are, we simply tightened it that much tighter and went about our sinkly errands. This night, of all nights, it decided to ignore my efforts to stop the flow of water and keep on leaking. Not just a drip or a trickle either. This was like one of those plugin desktop waterfall that you buy to have nice calming water sounds while you work. Only this was not having a very calming effect on me. I couldn't leave it running because who knew how long we'd be at the Birth Center. I'd figured on being away from the house at least a full day and I didn't want the stress of a mile high water bill when we got home so I had to call our landlord, Wiley. He's a good guy and came right out, but ended up having to run back home for a part. This was about 7:30PM so Kimmy was progressing nicely with her contractions and bouncing on her yoga ball in the living room while Wiley worked in the kitchen. I was also still cooking dinner at the time and trying to defrost our "birthday lasagna" that we'd made a few days prior and frozen. I feel sorry for Wiley. I imagine it was pretty awkward trying to work on the sink while Kimmy was in the other room in labor with me flitting back and forth. The sink was fixed in about a half an hour, apparently two little washers had disintegrated. Back to Kimmy.
By this point I'd finished all the food prep and was trying to keep up with the contractions and field calls from Kimmy's family. She didn't want the distraction of having to chat with them while in labor. Not an unreasonable request, but highly stressful for me since I had to tell them to stay at arms length the whole time. So I was trying to get Kimmy to eat the stir fry I'd made. I think she managed about a half dozen bites before she gave up. It was 8:00PM and the contractions had started to approach the magic frequency that would get us out of the house and on our way to the Birth Center. We called the midwife on call, Leigh Ann, and she said to meet her there at 9:00PM. I fed the cats again and gathered up all of our bags and food and Kimmy and left for the Birth Center. Luckily, it's only 10 minutes up the street so I wasn't too worried about leaving anything behind. I also got to call Kimmy's mother and brother to tell them we were headed over to the Birth Center. Burt sounded a little obtuse as I was trying to explain the directions to him and it turns out they were in Chapel Hill already waiting at Panera for us to call. They said that they'd left shortly after we called around 3PM. So that means they'd been cooling their heels for a couple hours already. Kimmy's mother suffers from the same sort of impatience that Kimmy has so I know she was just getting eaten up by the waiting game since she couldn't see Kimmy.
We met the midwife at the Birth Center right at 9PM and she set us up in the room that Kimmy wanted. It was blue. I unloaded the bags and brought in the food. I offered some to the midwife since we had about 8lbs of lasagna and a couple dozen peanut butter cookies. She had some cookies and eventually had a piece of lasagna. I hope it was good. She was the only one to eat any of it. More on that later.
Once we got in the room and got set up Kimmy's contractions started getting more powerful, but not really any closer together. The midwife did an exam and said that Kimmy'd only dialated to 4cm which was way less than we thought. She was trying to talk us into going back home and waiting until things got closer together, but that's when Kimmy's mother and brother showed up. Kimmy didn't want to see them just yet so I had to go tell them to hang out for a bit. The midwife asked if we were willing to go home, but Kimmy didn't want to deal with her mother and brother hovering over us so we talked the midwife into letting us stay and sending her family to our apartment. We just really didn't want to go back home. The midwife tried to explain it to her folks, but I ended up having to go out there and talk them into going to our place. They were agreeable, but I could tell they were very anxious. Burt kept insinuating that I was going crazy, when really I was just trying to juggle a brazillion things at once, including a laboring wife. I don't know why that bothered me, but it did. I gave them the key and directions and told them to make themselves at home since we had no idea how long this would take. Boy didn't we. Kimmy let them come in the room for a second before we sent them off so they wouldn't feel like they'd driven down for nothing.
After her folks left we settled into the rhythm of the contractions. Kimmy was having back labor, which apparently doesn't feel super great. So I was having to press down with almost all of my weight on her lower back everytime she had a contraction. All the while we're running this Hypnobabies track over and over that starts off with "Release..." By the time we got out of there I could swear we had the whole hour long track memorized. We'd listened to it at least 20 times all the way through. It was all about visualizing the baby coming out nice and easy and only feeling pressure. It didn't quite go like that.
Zoe was also facing the wrong direction. They really needed her to be back facing, but she was more front facing and that helped contribute to a whole host of fun things for Kimmy. It definitely exacerbated her back labor and Zoe's head was pressed on Kimmy's lower intestines so she felt like she really had to poop the whole time. She was told not to push just yet. That was awesome. SO we're wandering around the room leaning on the bed, laying down, bouncing on a birth ball, etc. Everytime she had a contraction she'd stand up or lean over and I'd smash down on her tailbone about as hard as I could manage. I eventually had to just lean my forearm against my hand on her back to press hard enough. She wasn't shy about telling me if it was enough pressure.
Fast forward to 2:30AM Monday morning. Kimmy had only dilated about a centimeter or two and we'd been up since about 8AM the previous morning so we were pretty pooped. They decided to give her a sedative to slow ease up on the strength of the contractions and give her some rest. They warned us that it would probably slow things down a little bit too. We crashed in the bed around 3AM still experiencing contractions about every 5 minutes and then they petered off to about every 10 minutes and we were grabbing little cat naps in between. Come 7AM we were slightly more rested due to accumulating about 2 hours worth of very broken sleep, but Kimmy's contractions had all but stopped.
OK I have to break for a second. Just remembering and writing about this is wearing me out.
Thursday, December 10, 2009
birthday(s) continued
Right, so where was I?
Ah yes. 7AM Monday morning and no more steady contractions thanks to the sedatives, Bupain, I think. We were ever so slightly rested and extremely aggitated at the pace of the contractions. We hung around a little longer trying to figure out what to do. By that point the midwives switched shifts. Leigh Ann left and Kate came in. Kate took a look at the progress Kimmy was making and told her we needed to get out and walk around to see if we could jump start her labor again. We decided to give her mother a call, who had been chilling at our crib all this time, and ask her if they like to go get breakfast with us. We ended up going to Brueger's Bagels. Kimmy's mom paid for us all which was very generous of her, but I think it helped her feel better too by finally getting to do something for Kimmy. Apparently she also vaccuumed our house, fed the kitties and did the few dishes we had left dirty. I don't think she got any more sleep than we did. Her brother, on the other hand, promptly passed out when he got to our place. Anyways, we had bagels and walked around the Eastgate shopping area. Kimmy had maybe three contractions the whole time we were there. It was not encouraging. We headed back to the birth center around 10AM and sent Kimmy's folks back to our place.
When we got back to the Birth Center the midwife made a bunch of suggestions for promoting contractions. Kimmy started taking herbs, Suki's Blend of stuff to make babies shoot our of you. They also had Kimmy take castor oil, which acts as a laxative as well as promotes digestive contractions which, in theory, leads to uterine contractions. Yeah, that was also awesome. Not only was Kimmy plugged up by the baby pressing on her intestines, now she really really had to go to the bathroom. Which is all she could talk about for a good 3-4 hours there until we were able to convince the midwife and nurse, also a Kim, to administer an enema. Oh Boy! That was fun for all involved. I felt so bad for Kimmy. On the plus side, her contractions were getting to be regular again, about 10 miuntes apart by 3PM, but she still wasn't dilating fast enough, maybe 6cm by this point. The Birth Center folks were telling us we might have to go to the hospital since, by that point, it'd been over 24 hours since Kimmy's water broke. This caused Kimmy to get very very upset. She did not want to go to the hospital. We were pretty committed to a natural childbirth experience. They agreed to let us keep trying natural methods to promote labor.
Right around this point I had the idea to call an acupuncturist to come see if they could jump start things for Kimmy. I called her work and got a hold of her boss, Chris, and told him the situation. He called his wife, Toby, who was at home with their one year old, Eljah. She dropped him off at her folks place and ran by the acupuntcure clinic then headed straight to the Birth Center. She was there in 30 minutes from the time I called Chris. She jabbed Kimmy all full of needles and hooked her up to electrodes to continually stimulate the points. She looked like a pin cushion with wires everywhere. Not long after that her contractions started coming closer together. We felt like we were on the right track again, finally at about 5PM.
Toby left and we settled into our very familiar routine of contractions and pushing on Kimmy's back. This went on for another good long while. We tried the tub to see if that would comfort her, but I couldn't reach her back while she was in the tub so she got back out. We'd been planning a water birth along so we were going to save it for later since she still hadn't moved into active labor again. More contractions and pushing. We did this so much that Kimmy actually developed carpal tunnel from pushing back against the bed during her contractions. At 8PM the midwives switched shifts again. Kate was on her way out and Sarah was on her way in. Yes. Three shifts if midwives. We'd been there far too long. Also, at some point before the midwives switched out, Kimmy's mother came by the Birth Center and dropped off my apartment key. She had to go home because they both had work the next day. I guess they didn't realize this would become a multi-day extravaganza. I felt really bad for them, but there wasn't anything we could do.
Sarah said that Kimmy was still hanging out around 6cm when she did her exam and told us to keep trying the herbs and tinctures and voodoo which we did. Kimmy was very very worn out at this point having been in labor since the previous morning. I kept trying to get her to eat and drink things, but she'd only take water or Gatorade and maybe a cookie and a trailmix bar. The lasagna sat basically untouched this whole time. Kimmy was so tired that she was passing out between contractions and once even during one. She just busted out with something to the effect of, "but the chicken's still in the fridge!" I was a little perplexed until she said she'd passed out.
Kimmy was in too much pain to lay down during contractions so I pulled a rocking chair up next to the bed and covered it with pillows so she could sit back and rest then stand up and lean over the bed when she had a contraction. I sat on a birth ball next to her the whole time feeling pretty tired myself. The contractions had peaked at about 5 minutes apart earlier in the evening, but they were starting to fall off a bit. Kimmy's uterus was getting too worn out to manage the labor. The midwife, Sarah, came in about 10PM or so and told us that the hospital was really the best place to handle this since it'd gone this long. They needed to induce Kimmy with Oxytocin, which they didn't have at the Birth Center. She also mentioned an epidural to give Kimmy some relief. She explained the whole process and told us that she'd meet us there to get everything set up and going. I expected Kimmy to protest and try to hang on to her idea of a natural childbirth, but she'd been at it for about 36 hours and was so worn out and tired that she just nodded and quietly said, "yes."
more in a bit
Ah yes. 7AM Monday morning and no more steady contractions thanks to the sedatives, Bupain, I think. We were ever so slightly rested and extremely aggitated at the pace of the contractions. We hung around a little longer trying to figure out what to do. By that point the midwives switched shifts. Leigh Ann left and Kate came in. Kate took a look at the progress Kimmy was making and told her we needed to get out and walk around to see if we could jump start her labor again. We decided to give her mother a call, who had been chilling at our crib all this time, and ask her if they like to go get breakfast with us. We ended up going to Brueger's Bagels. Kimmy's mom paid for us all which was very generous of her, but I think it helped her feel better too by finally getting to do something for Kimmy. Apparently she also vaccuumed our house, fed the kitties and did the few dishes we had left dirty. I don't think she got any more sleep than we did. Her brother, on the other hand, promptly passed out when he got to our place. Anyways, we had bagels and walked around the Eastgate shopping area. Kimmy had maybe three contractions the whole time we were there. It was not encouraging. We headed back to the birth center around 10AM and sent Kimmy's folks back to our place.
When we got back to the Birth Center the midwife made a bunch of suggestions for promoting contractions. Kimmy started taking herbs, Suki's Blend of stuff to make babies shoot our of you. They also had Kimmy take castor oil, which acts as a laxative as well as promotes digestive contractions which, in theory, leads to uterine contractions. Yeah, that was also awesome. Not only was Kimmy plugged up by the baby pressing on her intestines, now she really really had to go to the bathroom. Which is all she could talk about for a good 3-4 hours there until we were able to convince the midwife and nurse, also a Kim, to administer an enema. Oh Boy! That was fun for all involved. I felt so bad for Kimmy. On the plus side, her contractions were getting to be regular again, about 10 miuntes apart by 3PM, but she still wasn't dilating fast enough, maybe 6cm by this point. The Birth Center folks were telling us we might have to go to the hospital since, by that point, it'd been over 24 hours since Kimmy's water broke. This caused Kimmy to get very very upset. She did not want to go to the hospital. We were pretty committed to a natural childbirth experience. They agreed to let us keep trying natural methods to promote labor.
Right around this point I had the idea to call an acupuncturist to come see if they could jump start things for Kimmy. I called her work and got a hold of her boss, Chris, and told him the situation. He called his wife, Toby, who was at home with their one year old, Eljah. She dropped him off at her folks place and ran by the acupuntcure clinic then headed straight to the Birth Center. She was there in 30 minutes from the time I called Chris. She jabbed Kimmy all full of needles and hooked her up to electrodes to continually stimulate the points. She looked like a pin cushion with wires everywhere. Not long after that her contractions started coming closer together. We felt like we were on the right track again, finally at about 5PM.
Toby left and we settled into our very familiar routine of contractions and pushing on Kimmy's back. This went on for another good long while. We tried the tub to see if that would comfort her, but I couldn't reach her back while she was in the tub so she got back out. We'd been planning a water birth along so we were going to save it for later since she still hadn't moved into active labor again. More contractions and pushing. We did this so much that Kimmy actually developed carpal tunnel from pushing back against the bed during her contractions. At 8PM the midwives switched shifts again. Kate was on her way out and Sarah was on her way in. Yes. Three shifts if midwives. We'd been there far too long. Also, at some point before the midwives switched out, Kimmy's mother came by the Birth Center and dropped off my apartment key. She had to go home because they both had work the next day. I guess they didn't realize this would become a multi-day extravaganza. I felt really bad for them, but there wasn't anything we could do.
Sarah said that Kimmy was still hanging out around 6cm when she did her exam and told us to keep trying the herbs and tinctures and voodoo which we did. Kimmy was very very worn out at this point having been in labor since the previous morning. I kept trying to get her to eat and drink things, but she'd only take water or Gatorade and maybe a cookie and a trailmix bar. The lasagna sat basically untouched this whole time. Kimmy was so tired that she was passing out between contractions and once even during one. She just busted out with something to the effect of, "but the chicken's still in the fridge!" I was a little perplexed until she said she'd passed out.
Kimmy was in too much pain to lay down during contractions so I pulled a rocking chair up next to the bed and covered it with pillows so she could sit back and rest then stand up and lean over the bed when she had a contraction. I sat on a birth ball next to her the whole time feeling pretty tired myself. The contractions had peaked at about 5 minutes apart earlier in the evening, but they were starting to fall off a bit. Kimmy's uterus was getting too worn out to manage the labor. The midwife, Sarah, came in about 10PM or so and told us that the hospital was really the best place to handle this since it'd gone this long. They needed to induce Kimmy with Oxytocin, which they didn't have at the Birth Center. She also mentioned an epidural to give Kimmy some relief. She explained the whole process and told us that she'd meet us there to get everything set up and going. I expected Kimmy to protest and try to hang on to her idea of a natural childbirth, but she'd been at it for about 36 hours and was so worn out and tired that she just nodded and quietly said, "yes."
more in a bit
Wednesday, December 9, 2009
Zoe Pepper
I have a daughter. How cool is that? She'll be a month old tomorrow. She was 7 lbs 1 oz at birth and was 19¾ inches long.
Tuesday, January 13, 2009
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