Wednesday, August 1, 2012

Ainsley's Birth Story : Part 1

I haven't really slept since July 19th.  That kind of sleep deprivation sure can take a toll on the body.  So can giving birth.  This is Ainsley's birth story; in all its glory.  I so do love that child, but certainly didn't love giving birth to her!

The week of July 16th wasn't much different then all the rest of the weeks I spent pregnant with Ainsley.  At 39 weeks I was certainly tired of being pregnant.  If someone had told me that I was only 30 weeks along I would have died.  I was definitely read physically to not be pregnant.  I certainly wasn't physically ready to have a baby and certainly wasn't emotionally ready.  

A Practice Hospital Run
I actually spent the night evening of the 19th (Thursday) in the hospital.  I had my 39 week routine OB visit at 4pm and Little Mac's heart rate was really high on the doppler.  They did a non-stress test and it was difficult to find a consistent heart rate and it was a little high at times.  So they sent me to the hospital.  I was a little freaked out because I knew that Dr. Blair was on call and he wasn't the nicest doctor (certainly wasn't nice to me about my weight at a past appointment).   We rushed home and got all of our stuff together (I did take a quick shower and shave my legs! lol!).  I grabbed a Luna bar and was on the fence about eating something substantial.  On the way to the hospital I was debating this out loud and Wes suggested In 'N Out.  I looked at him like he was nuts.  He didn't get it.  I told him that if I went into labor I didn't want to be throwing up a burger!  (It was great insight into how the actual labor would go!) We stopped at Chick Fil A across the street from the hospital and shared some Chick Fil A nuggets.  It was a good call because we didn't get home until 10pm and Wes gets grumpy without food. 

When we got to L&D there were really nice nurses and they got me all hooked up the monitors.  There was this terrible thing they had me wear to hold the monitors in place that makes Spanx's look like comfy clothes!  It was terrible and made me super super itchy! I was about to kill someone it was driving me nuts so bad.  They monitored Little Mac and then sent me downstairs for an ultrasound.  Everything was fine.  Her heart beat was great and everything on the ultrasound looked good.  My amniotic fluid was a little low but only one point below normal (they said nothing to be concerned about given that I was 39 weeks).  So we were eventually sent home.

It was actually really good.  Wes and I both left feeling really good about our decision to go with that hospital (especially after all the other hospitals we considered).  We had a really great nurse, Sarah, that spent a lot of time with us and talked with us about the whole process.  We were able to ask her specific questions about how they do things there at that hospital and she gave us some great ideas of things to bring and ways to ask for stuff.  I wish I could remember some of the specific things that she mentioned now but I can't!

So I got up Friday morning feeling good about the hospital with my hospital bags all packed and a pretty good out look on labor.  I did wake up with terrible pain in my left hip (pain that would haunt me for the next 3 days!).  I called the Osteo-Path to try and get in but wasn't able to.  I woke up early and went to Starbucks and got a bunch of work done and organized.  I then went to a prenatal massage and treated myself to a Jamba Juice.  I don't remember what we did that evening but I didn't sleep well Friday night (at the time I didn't know Thursday night would be the last night I really ever slept good).  I woke up on Saturday morning annoyed at my bad sleep.  Wes and I went to breakfast at Huckleberry's and when we came home I picked up around the house.  I talked to my dad and went over the open list of work projects and that left me feeling really good about the baby coming in the near future.

At this point I still thought that I had a week or so left before she was here.  I still had some preparation items on my to do list like putting the hypnobirthing music on my phone and finishing some more cleaning around my house.  

A Trip to Lincoln & Skipolini's Pizza 
We decided that we would take a a drive up the Lincoln and go swimming in my in-law's pool.  It was a hot afternoon.  We spent the afternoon hanging out with our niece and nephew in the pool and then the family decided to go to dinner.  We were trying to decide on where to go and my sister-in-law suggested Skipolini's for their preggo pizza.  I thought that was funny and was up for doing trying the pizza. I certainly wouldn't put myself in the normal Skippolini Pregnant Customer category...I wasn't dying for labor to be induced or overdue trying anything to get labor started!

We got the preggo pizza and it was pretty good.  It weighs like 7 pounds, oddly enough the average 40 week fetus weight.  It has double onions and garlic and I think 5 different kinds of meat.  It's a monster pizza but nothing really over the top or odd about it.  I would order it again even sans pregnancy (accept that onions and garlic don't seem to agree with my breastfeeding).  I ate a huge salad as well and felt really good after.  We headed home about 7pm and we went hung out and caught up on some tv shows and went to bed about 11pm.

I woke up at 3am and thought, damn pizza. 

Actually, I woke up and thought that I was going to pee my pants.  I woke up as I was trying to get to the bathroom.  I sat down on the toilet and went to the bathroom and realized that yes my water had broken and oh yes, there was my mucus plug as well.  It wasn't stopping! 

Here's a picture of me before we headed to the hospital..look at the ghetto butt!  


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