Savanna's Sagas!: November 2013

So finally I have a little bit of time to write Addlee's birth story. Having a newborn is major work, especially one who wants to be held all the time, and only sleeps in your arms. We love her though, and I can't believe she's here and almost a month old. Anyway, just a forewarning there are some graphic pictures (nothing R rated don't worry) but thought I should just warn you ahead of time. Ok anyway here we go:

My due date was October 11th, so we went into the Doctor the day before for my weekly check. I was dilated to a 2 and 80% effaced so pretty much it was anytime. Those final last weeks of my pregnancy were so hard, honestly I was throwing up all the time, couldn't sleep or eat, and heartburn every two seconds. My parents were planning on coming up to Spokane that next week so we planned on being induced the next Tuesday. I was over 40 weeks and I was like lets do this. I really didn't want to be induced, I wanted her to come on her own, but oh well. Luckily for me my water broke the next morning at 5:00 am. It was pretty funny watching Brycen get everything together that was on my checklist. I was just worried I was going to have the baby at my house (yeah right), I wasn't having contractions really so we were OK. We got to the hospital and they informed us they had a busy night so we got checked in and hooked up to everything. I was still only dilated to a 2. So I got hooked up to pitocin. Then the pain started coming, so about noon I got my epidural. Heaven. It was scary getting it though, but it was nice afterwards. I was able to sleep. About 3:00 I was checked again and only at a 4. Ugh that's the frustrating part, waiting... Another 4 hours and I was checked again and it was only a 4 still, so the doctor just threw out the work C-section and I think she saw me hyperventilate a little. She was like oh that's last resort I'm confident you'll be fine. So around 10:00 the nurse checked me and I was at an 8 and she's like ok we are going to let you rest then we are going to get ready for active labor. So she came back an hour later and checked me again and was like oh oops you are only at a 6. WHAT?! By then I just knew I was going to have a C-section. The doctor came in and by then I was throwing up (don't worry I had already projectile vomited on Brycen), and she prepped me for the surgery and everything. It was surreal honestly. The baby was fine, but she hadn't dropped and she was wedged in my pelvis and not moving. Pretty much she liked it too much in there and was too big for me to deliver.

I am surprised I didn't have a nervous breakdown. B was so good though, he just said you're going to be fine, plenty of people have C-sections, and she'll be here before you know it. My doctor was amazing, she reassured me everything would be ok. So after getting numb from the chest down they wheeled me into the operating room. Mind you I've never even had a broken bone, so I just kept thinking I can't believe this is happening. I had horrible heartburn since I hadn't eaten anything for close to 15 hours, so that was honestly the worse. Barfing your guts out... I just kept thinking "hurry up and get my husband in here", finally they were ready for him and that helped calm me down. It was the weirdest thing ever being alert but not feeling anything, and that was the worst because when you can't feel yourself breathing it freaks you out.

Finally they announced that they pulled her out and I just kept thinking "why isn't she crying". B assured me she was fine and the Doctor announced she had a full head of hair and dark skin. Finally I hear her squeal a little and I will never forget that feeling. Honestly, the sound of her crying made my heart soar. I just kept wishing I could see her, that's the only sad part of a C-section, I was the last one to see her. But she was beautiful and I just cried because after 20 hours of labor she was finally here at 1:40 a.m. on October 12, 2013! All 9 lbs and 20 inches of her!

B went and cut the cord and helped bathe her while I had to be stitched up. Seriously I just wanted to hold my baby! But when I did I couldn't believe it, I was like how am I mom? Crazy! The next couple of days we just chilled in the hospital, and it was painful, I didn't really sleep dangit, but my mom and dad arrived and they helped out a ton too. I didn't change my first diaper until I got home from the hospital.

We named her Addlee Jade Taylor. B's middle name is Lee so that's why we chose to spell it that way. We got the name when we were watching American Idol one night a long time ago and we've always loved it. So hey here we are parents. It still hasn't really sunk in quite yet!