Whoa…I can’t believe that it has been over 6 months since our last entry. I feel terrible about it, I mean, how can you all possibly know what is going on in our lives if we aren’t writing about it on the blog (ahem, Facebook). We have done quite a few things to the house since then, additionally having the decision made of what to paint the nursery made for us when we figured out we were having a mini-Mick. We will share house updates, pictures of the nursery and try to be more diligent about updating the blog, but first we want to introduce the world to our son, Logan Rhys Frederick.
He is a little peanut, and from the day he was born, he was alert and taking in his new world. He came into this world at 3:06 pm on January 4, 2013 weighing in at 7.5 pounds and 21.25 inches tall.
I haven’t shared my birth story with the interwebs yet, but figured I wanted to put it out there so I don’t forget what this little bundle of goodness put me through to enter this world. This might be a bunch of TMI, but I’m ok with that.
While we are happily at home now, it was quite a journey to get here. We took a class at our hospital, Alta Bates to help prepare us for what was to come with the birthing process, and lets just say that class was a good start to knowing what could happen, but I felt that after having him, everything that could happen did and there is no way to prepare for the actuality of it all.
Around the 7th month of my pregnancy, I threw a couple of blood clots, and was put on blood thinners for the duration of the pregnancy (and 6 weeks postpartum as well). Due to my blood clotting issues, my OB told me that I had to be induced if I didn’t go into labor before my due date. He hadn’t made his appearance on his own, so we checked into the hospital on January 2nd, to be induced for my due date of January 3rd. It is a good thing that I went into this with an open mind and birth plan, because this labor was anything but natural.
After we checked into our room, I was given Cervidil to get my cervix start to dilate. This medication is used to help prepare your cervix (the lower opening of the womb) for labor and delivery. and by the morning I was only at 1 cm. During the course of Thursday, January 3rd, I had a second round of Cervidil, and Pitocin which had to be stopped because the baby’s heart rate kept disagreeing with the drug. After my contractions became too much, I had an epidural given to me by early Thursday afternoon. Keep in mind that because I have a clotting disorder, I had to wear these puffy things on my legs that essentially massaged them in order to prevent clots. I was also connected to a baby heart rate monitor and contraction monitor, so going to the bathroom consisted of me unplugging a bunch of contraptions and dragging my IV around. Which made it that much easier to exist once I had the epidural (thanks to a catheter!)
At this point nothing is progressing, so they gave me a Cook Balloon to get my cervix bigger and as we let the cook balloon do its thing, I woke up at 1:00 am on January 4th to my water breaking. By morning, I was only at 4 cm, and within the next two hours was at 10 cm. I started pushing at noon on January 4th, after being in labor for a day and a half already. The baby was in the “sunny-side up” position, which had led to major back labor the entire time. Truthfully, the epidural was more for the back and hip pain than the contractions. When a baby is head-down but facing your abdomen, he’s said to be in the occiput posterior (OP) position – or posterior position, for short. The term refers to the fact that the back of your baby’s skull (the occipital bone) is in the back (or posterior) of your pelvis. And trust me…back labor hurts like a bitch.
I proceeded to push for 2.5 hours, and due to his position he wasn’t coming easy. We had two different types of suction vacuums to help the process, and after he wouldn’t come down any further, it was decided and I was wheeled in for an emergency C-section. I was super frustrated with myself for not being able to complete the pushing process, but he was born happy and healthy and that’s all I could ask for.
Mick watched the whole thing, in the delivery room, as well as in the OR. It was my first major surgery, and being awake for it was quite a trip. It felt like someone was sitting on my chest for the surgery, as all I could feel was major pressure. After he was pulled out of me, he was taken away for first assessment and cleaning and Mick spent this time with him. I got to see him for a minute before they took him to a transition room and I went to recovery. The part of this that really bothered me was I didn’t see my son again for almost three hours after he was born. We were all reunited in our room later that night where we proceeded to spend the next 4 nights. Lets just say that I feel like I met EVERY nurse at the hospital, and it was the most painful week-long vacation I’ve ever had.
On the upside, the next kid I have I won’t have to do any of this again, and can just go straight to surgery. Hooray for the scheduled C-section.
So that’s our birth story. And now Logan is living it up at home, being adorable, pooping, eating and sleeping. Ahhh the life of a newborn.
We are going to be taking weekly photos of him to demonstrate his growth, and will share them here as well, though if we post them it might be late. He was one week old on Friday, January 10.
We have had some great visits with friends and family so far, and Logan is loving on everyone he is meeting. We are looking forward to more. We can’t wait for him to start experiencing the world outside of our house and showing him all the good stuff out there. His first Zoo visit, his first concert, his first picnic….can’t wait. This is our only shot from his first journey out of the house (other than to the Dr.) to the Temescal Farmers Market. Bundled up and ready to go…and we were still concerned he would be too cold.
Here are some more cutie patootie pictures of him, some which might be repeats from Facebook.