The Birth Story :)

Ok, so I guess I have some explaining to do!

First, I stopped blogging because who am I kidding, I didn't have kids.

Second, I don't cook new or exciting things

and third, I'm not crafty!

But now we have a little bundle of joy :)

So here is her birth story!

My first contraction started at about 4 in the morning on January 6th 2014.
 Then 11 minutes later, then to 8 minutes
 and by 4:30 they were coming every 3 minutes.
So I woke Thomas up and said,
"It's probably nothing but we should probably head to the hospital!" 

So we packed up everything we thought we needed
 (which meant we forgot everything we did actually need)
and headed to the hospital!

On the drive there, Thomas and I were discussing whether we thought she was
coming today. He of course wanted her to come... But I was thinking of all the things
that weren't finished! I mean we had just moved! my whole house was
a disaster!

It was about 5 in the morning by the time we got to the hospital.
The nurses checked me out and said
 "It looks like you're having your baby today! You are dilated to a 4! We will take you to your room and get your epidural going!"
I was stunned... I thought, there is no way! She's two and a half weeks early!
Not to mention that I had a cold with a cough :(
But of course Thomas was extremely excited! He couldn't stop smiling!
By the time they took me to my room, I was in so much pain!! It felt like the contractions were coming every minute! Unfortunately, the anesthesiologist was with another patient so I had to wait...
We had been to the Hospital for about an hour and a half at this point and
 I was ready to kill someone if they didn't give me the juice soon!
The nurse thought that I was moving pretty fast so she checked me and I was dilated to a 9...
Holy Moly....
Thankfully at that moment my knight in green scrubs arrived!
He made no promises to get me fully numb,
but he worked diligently and thankfully I was finally out of pain!
I mean I was so far along that when he was sticking the needle in my back, I was pushing!
It was intense to say the least...

So I finally could think straight... a little...
When the anesthesiologist came back to check on me
he said "Are you doing ok? Are we friends now? I'm glad you're not making anymore threats!"
Yeah, apparently I had been saying that if he didn't come numb me soon,
I was gunna start throwing things!
Ha... oops... I don't remember that :)
(Don't judge until you feel the pain of being dilated to a 9!)

Well the bad thing about the epidural was that it slowed down my progress... Ugh
So we waited for awhile, which meant that I got to rest!

FINALLY after a few hours, my baby girl decided to start coming again!

The pushing wasn't bad at all
(I was so numb that you could have seriously cut off my leg and I wouldn't have known)
After I started pushing, My doctor noticed that she was face up and kind of stuck
so after trying to turn her around twice, my doctor decided that a
C-Section would be the best thing for us.
Since I had a fever that was climbing, and Alaiva was in distress,
Thomas and I decided that we would consent to the surgery

I was scared. I had never even entertained the thought of a C-Section!
I mean, this is the first time that I've ever even stayed at a hospital
and now I'm getting surgery?

...

My husband was wonderful and kept me sane.
He also gave me a blessing
Let me tell you, I cannot believe the calm that came over me
I knew everything would be ok
Thomas was emotional, my mom was crying
but I was feeling at ease and ready.

Can I just take a minute to gush about my husband?
The whole time we were in the hospital, he was nothing but supportive
he held my hand, fed me ice chips and tried taking my mind off the pain.
He even helped the nurse when it was time for me to push.
Giving me a blessing before my surgery was a wonderful experience
He gave me a whole new appreciation for the gospel and the Priesthood.

When they wheeled me down to the surgery room,
my doctor told me that I would receive a spinal tap,
and that Thomas would be able to sit in with me
after I was numbed

So in the room I went... The same anesthesiologist that I had before came in.
 He said "Ok, since your epidural worked so well, I'm just going to give you more."
I said, "I was told that I was going to get a spinal tap?"
"Who told you that?"
"My doctor, Dr. Jones"
"Well I'm the anesthesiologist and I'll do what I think is best."
His. Exact. Words.
So, I trusted him
Big, BIG mistake....

When my Doctor started the incision, I told him
"...Um, I kind of feel that..."
he said, "It should just be pressure."
and then I told him "No, I feel that!"
By this time, I can feel him moving Alaiva around
So he asked me, "Do you want to be put under?"
and I said "yes, yes!"
The pain was intense...
I felt like I couldn't breathe!
Before I went under, I remember them removing
Thomas from the room and my doctor asking my anesthesiologist
"Why isn't she numb?!"

Then, nothing.

While I was out, I will tell you what Thomas told me happened.
He was taken to a room with two nurses.
All of a sudden a little screaming girl was passed through the window.
All he could think of was, "Is that her?"
The nurses let him hold her for a minute,
then proceeded to show Thomas how to bathe her.

Thomas was so nervous and just overwhelmed with emotions
that all he could do was make jokes while they bathed her (surprise, surprise!)

Now back to me... 45 minutes later... :(

Before I came to, my consciousness was awake.
The first thing that I thought was, Where is my baby?
Where is Thomas?
Where am I?

Then my eyes opened, I saw Thomas holding this little bundle with hair
I couldn't believe it...
I was shaking so bad that I was scared of holding her.
But then he put her in my arms
and I just couldn't believe it...
I was just so stunned...

Then, I got mad.

I missed out on her first cries
I didn't get to see her when she came out
I didn't even get to HOLD her for a full 45 minutes

I felt robbed
In fact, when I first held her it was just well,
anti-climatic

I see all these wonderful and touching pictures of mothers seeing
their babies for the first time and I just
get so sad!

Nothing went as I thought it would and I guess I'll just
hope for the best with the next one!

The next day my doctor apologized profusely and told me that he had "words" with the anesthesiologist.
I knew it wasn't his fault so I just thanked him and smiled like it was no big deal.

January 6th was and IS the most wonderful day of my life
but I would have changed a few things....

I wont go into my recovery...
Just imagine being stabbed
and then not being able to speak for 3 days
and then having a cough to top it all off
yeah, it was all worth it though :)

 (her little face was bruised and swollen because she got stuck, poor thing)

Thanks for reading!
Hope it wasn't too boring (or whiny)
:)