Saturday, January 21, 2017

Peter's Birth from Nathan's Point of View:

We got the phone call at 6:22 pm on Wednesday December 28th.  We had just sat down at Buffalo Wild Wings with Tyson and Amber Manning to celebrate Tyson’s birthday and eat some spicy food to help get Alyson into labor.  The RN from Kadlec told us we were at the top of the induction list and to come on down.  We had been put on the “medical induction” list due to Alyson’s high blood pressure. 

We arrived at the hospital at around 7:30.  Alyson had hastily scarfed down her wings on the drive home.  They got us situated into suite 12 at the birth center. Alyson got an IV (which took several attempts), they gave her a cervical ripening agent, and we went to bed.  At around 2 am they came in and started Pitocin.  Alyson didn’t really sleep because little Peter kept moving around and moving away from the fetal heart rate sensor.  I on the other hand slept great (Sorry Alyson, somebody had to sleep for us).

Contractions started suddenly at 6 am, and they were hard and very frequent.  We’re talking two to three minutes apart.  After almost 12 hours from the phone call we were finally on our way.  The day nurse came in just after they started.  Her name was Jody, and she was amazing. 

We were able to follow our birth plan to a T for the first few hours.  Alyson would endure the contractions, I massaged and put pressure on her back, and we were cruising.  I’m not sure if Alyson felt that way, but I sure did.  Alyson kept switching positions to try to get comfortable.  From kneeling on the bed, to standing over the bed, to side lying, to even sitting on the porcelain throne.  She was absolutely amazing and so strong.  Back labor is no joke, and she handled it like a champ.  Sometime after 11am her water broke, and she started to feel the urge to push.  She would push with each contraction, but each time they checked her the baby was still up high.  She was dilating, but little Peter wasn’t dropping down.  He was facing backwards, and was basically hitting the back of his head into Alyson’s spine and not dropping down through the pelvis. 
After over two hours of pushing, Alyson was exhausted, I didn’t think I could massage or put pressure on her hips any longer (best forearm workout of my life), and the baby hadn’t dropped.  Lisa Garcia, the amazing midwife who was working with us presented us with two options.  We could try to continue like this, and it would likely end in a C-section due to Alyson’s physical exhaustion (chicken broth, Jello, and one Italian ice since 8:00 pm the night before isn’t a whole lot), or we (I wish I could have had one as well J) could get an epidural in the hope that Alyson would relax, get some rest, and baby would drop down naturally.  They had tried placing Alyson in awkward side positions to rotate the baby, but contractions were too strong for her to stay in them.  We opted for the epidural.  The anesthesia provider was excellent.  When he came in she was already completed dilated, and they usually don’t do them that late, but he did anyways.  It was fast and effective.  Alyson was able to lay down, and she passed out for around two hours. To showcase how exhausted she was, in between contractions she would fall asleep, even while sitting on the toilet. 
When she woke up we got her into a side position and helped get that boy rotated.  Jody coached Alyson through some contractions to help get her pushing.  We were sad that Jody wasn’t able to be there when he came, but shift change came and we got a new nurse.  Lexi was our night nurse.  She immediately got Alyson into an even more extreme position (side lying with one leg in a stirrup, pulling her top hip across the from of her.  After switching from side to side, Lisa checked Alyson and we had progressed!  Peter was closer to coming. 

Alyson started pushing again at 7:15 pm.  She kept pushing and pushing and pushing.  As we got closer, I got gowned up with Lisa, and she also called in a couple other nurses and two NICU nurses.  I still remember the surreal feeling as Alyson had one of her last contractions.  Peter’s heart rate monitor started slowing, his heart rate was dipping with the contraction.  On the next contraction she started pushing, I remember hearing what seemed like an agonizingly slow heartbeat, all the nurses in the room instinctively looked at the monitor, which showed a fetal heart rate of 60.  All nurses then turned to Alyson and screamed in unison “PUSH!!!”  It worked!  Peter’s head come out, but then it looked like his shoulder was stuck.  Lexi put some external uterine pressure (fancy way of saying she did a CPR like compression on Alyson’s stomach) and his shoulders came free, but he still was so slow to come out!  As he came out I got to catch him, and Lisa took the cord off from around his neck.  I held him up in front of Alyson, and he just sort of laid there limply in my hands.  Lisa immediately said “he needs help.”  I handed Peter to her while she gave me the scissors to cut to cord.  I cut it and he was taken over to the bassinet and two waiting NICU nurses.  As they did their assessment he perked up, and started crying.  He was so perfect.  I stood over him and cried and cried for a solid 15 minutes until they were done working on Alyson.  Peter was born at 10:15 pm, and our lives have been changed ever since. 

This is ridiculously long, probably more than anybody wants to read and the only pictures are from my phone...but it's my blog, haha. I'm just going to talk about his birth in this post. I'll post about his NICU stay later...

Thursday, December 22nd: Besides the fact that I was still pregnant, I was excited for my midwife appointment. There are two midwives at the clinic that I go to, so I switched back and forth for prenatal appointments. It was in the morning, and Nathan didn’t have work, so we both got to go. My blood pressure was still high, but not too crazy. They did a cervix check, and I was 2cm! My midwife, Heather also swept my membranes. She said to come to the hospital on Saturday (Christmas Eve), because the office wasn’t open, but they wanted to do a blood pressure test and watch the baby to make sure everything was all right. She also said that she would sweep the membranes again, because it usually takes a few times to get labor started. I was feeling really positive and we decided to run some errands, and do some walking around the mall and Costco to hopefully get things moving.

Saturday, December 24th: Our appointment at Labor & Delivery was at 9am. We go into one of those little triage rooms, and I get all hooked up to the monitors. I mentioned to the nurse about sweeping the membranes, that Heather would be at the hospital that day. She seemed a little anxious about that, and said she’d go find her. After monitoring, Heather came in and explained that everything was still great with the baby but that L&D was full. They didn’t want her to sweep membranes again, because there’s a small chance that it can break your water, and they’d have to admit me right then. I was totally crushed! She apologized, and said she was there Monday too, and to call and see if I could come in Monday (the 26th) for the sweep.

Sunday, December 25th: Merry Christmas, no sign of baby! I felt defeated. Church was just sacrament meeting, and it was a beautiful musical program, I wish I would have had a better attitude. We arrived just a little late, and I was not happy to be there. It was precisely 2000 degrees in the chapel, and my swollen feet were spilling out of my shoes. I felt like every one was staring at me, wondering how I was still pregnant. After the meeting I wanted to escape and just go home. Luckily I didn’t. Friends came and talked to me, comforted me. And I am so grateful for one who didn’t sugar coat it, and said,” I’m sorry, I know this sucks.” It felt SO good to have someone else acknowledge how I really felt. **side note: When we were trying to get pregnant, I remember thinking to myself, “I will NEVER complain about being pregnant, I will just be so grateful that I won’t have time to wallow in self pity.” I truly thought that I would love and have the perfect attitude for every bit of pregnancy, but to be honest, I didn’t. I really, truly enjoyed most of it, I felt extremely blessed and thankful, but those last few weeks...they were really hard **

Monday, December 26th: I called the hospital in the morning and talked to a nurse on the phone about what Heather and I had talked about. She quickly said, let me transfer you to my lead. Uh-oh. The lead came on, and almost laughed saying they were even MORE busy than they were on Saturday and that they wouldn’t do it. I so badly wanted to go into labor as naturally as possible, and was really hoping that the sweeping of the membranes would help me out.

Tuesday, December 27th: Another midwife appointment. When we had scheduled these all out, I KNEW we would not make it to this appointment. I KNEW that we would already be home, with our baby. HA! This time we met with the midwife, Lisa. We talked about what didn’t happen over the weekend, and about induction. She was concerned about my blood pressure, and the water I was retaining. She said they could put me on the medical induction list. This would put me above anyone wanting an elective induction, and I was third up for Wednesday, but that most likely I would get a call on Thursday to come into the hospital. We decided to go for it. I was feeling miserable, I was overdue, and selfishly we wanted this baby in 2016 for tax purposes.

Wednesday, December 28th: We were invited out to dinner with our friends, Tyson and Amber for his birthday. We had said we could, but there’s a chance we’d have to cancel because of getting called into the hospital. We hadn’t received a call by 5:30, so we met them out at Buffalo Wild Wings for dinner at 6. Maybe even the spicy wings would put me into labor. We had ordered drinks and getting ready to order our food. At 6:22pm my phone started ringing. It was a number I didn’t recognize, I made Nathan answer the phone. He passed it to me and said, it’s a nurse from Kadlec. They said they were ready for me to come in. RIGHT NOW? She said to make sure I eat something before I come in, and to take our time. I was freaking out. This was actually happening. We got our food to go, and left our friends. I remember feeling like I do at the beginning of a panic attack. I couldn’t really catch my breath, or talk very well. I was so excited/nervous/anxious. I ate my wings SO FAST in the car as we drove home to grab our bags. I said goodbye to Ruby, and we were off to the hospital.

At Kadlec, December 28th: We arrived around 7:30 and got checked into Suite 12. I had a birth plan prepared, but I knew that with being induced, things were most likely to be changed. To start, they needed to get an IV. My veins are TERRIBLE! Even pregnant, with all that extra blood, people have a hard time getting a good stick. It took a few tries, and they finally got the IV in place. (Later it blew and got switched to my other arm…but whatever. Haha) They started by inserting a cervical ripening agent, and said to sleep. HA! Baby kept moving, and the nurse was in my room every 5 seconds adjusting the monitors. Then the monitor stopped working completely. So she got a new one. Then the whole COMPUTER stopped working, so they had to switch that out. Around 2 am she came back in and was ready to start the Pitocin. I had not slept, Nathan however, was snoring, he slept through everything. Good for him. After they started the IV, I was able to get a little bit of sleep.

December 29th: Around 6am I started feeling the contractions strong. They started hard, and were already just a few minutes apart. It was go time. I was able to change positions to endure the contractions. Nathan was able to keep up with them with counter pressure on my back. He encouraged me, and didn’t annoy me with cheesy lines. ;) My nurse was also so helpful, she has been a labor and delivery nurse for over 30 years! When I started to lose focus, she would bring me back and help me focus on my breathing. They checked my cervix, and I was to a 6cm! I felt so encouraged, I was doing this! I kept changing my positions, trying to distract myself. I tried on my knees, standing over the bed, in the tub, sitting on the toilet, leaning on Nathan, laying on my side, I was all over the place. At 11am my water broke, Lisa told me to listen to my body, and when I felt the urge to push, to go for it. After a little while, I started to feel that urge, my body was going to push whether I tried or not.

Again, I tried several positions. Every time I pushed, I felt so much pressure in my lower back. I actually heard Lisa point out to Nathan that they could see my tailbone getting pushed out. Um...what?! They tried to feel the babies head as I pushed to see what was going on. He would barely move, then go back up. They could feel him easily...he was not only stuck, but he was facing the wrong way. After 2 hours of this, I was literally falling asleep between pushing. Lisa gave me two options. I could continue, and most likely end up needing a c-section, or I could get an epidural in hopes that they could contort me to get him into the correct position. I felt defeated, I had made it SO far without any medication! She also explained, if he was in a different position, I would have already had him. Frustrating! I felt sad, but at the same time, accomplished. I had done what I wanted to do, it just got to a point that was no longer safe.

The anesthesiologist arrived quickly to my room. They were talking, and the nurse said, “You know she’s complete right?” He did not know that, usually they don’t do epidurals after 8cm. Thankfully he still agreed to do it. I had to sit in this weird position, and hold still during contractions while he started it. He said I would feel pressure, prickling, etc. I didn’t feel anything, especially compared to what I had been feeling. My legs started to tingle, it was working! After just a few minutes, I couldn’t feel the contractions, I couldn’t feel the extreme pressure in my back. Now that I could stay in the positions during contractions, they were able to move me around and start to get our little boy into the correct position. I was also able to relax and sleep a little bit. Nathan ordered lunch, and then he slept for a bit too. Night shift arrived, and I was so sad to see Jodi leave. She had helped me so much, and I know she was disappointed that this little guy hadn’t arrived yet.

Our night nurse, Lexi came and got me into even more extreme positions, she was getting this baby out! Lisa had checked the babies position again, and he was getting closer, close enough that I would start pushing soon. But this time it felt weird to push, I could feel the pressure and urge to push, it was just different. It took some time to figure out how to push without being able to feel like I did before. Almost three hours of pushing later, he was almost here. The last two contractions, his heartbeat dropped. Everyone in the room yelled and encouraged me, he needed to get out, and quickly. I realized that, but I was so exhausted. I took a deep breath and I pushed as hard as I could. His head came out, and the cord was around his neck. Then his shoulder was stuck, and when they came out, he STILL didn’t come easily. Another push and FINALLY, he was out, and it was such a relief.

Nathan was gowned up and he was able to catch him. Nathan held him up for me to see, but he didn’t look right, his coloring was weird and he wasn’t moving or making noise. I just stared. Lisa quickly took him, Nathan cut the cord and the NICU nurses were already in the room ready to help him out. I heard crying soon after the nurses were doing their thing. I could relax. They weighed and measured him. 9lbs 4oz, 21.5 inches long. I heard something about blood sugar checks because of his size. I guess if a baby is either on the smaller or the bigger side, they do blood sugar checks. If they pass 4 in a row, they’re good to go. I didn’t think much of this, and was distracted by the nurse who was giving me a “uterine massage.” More like…squishing the crap out of my stomach. Rude, don't you know what my poor body just went through? The placenta came next and then Lisa said I had a few internal tears and needing some stitches. Towards the end of her doing that, I said that I could feel them. And she was asked “Pressure or the needle?” I told her I could feel the needle, she kind of grimaced and said, “Sorry, only two more.” She finished up as they brought him over to me.

Honestly, I didn’t have this immediate, overwhelming feeling of love or attachment that so many say they have. I just stared at him. I couldn’t believe that my body created this life. I felt so grateful…so proud of my body. After my miscarriages, my focus had been so much on pregnancy. Trying to get pregnant, trying to stay pregnant, making sure things were going right, etc. I knew the outcome of a successful pregnancy is obviously a child, but now he was here, and he was ours. I was just amazed. Welcome to the world sweet Peter, we are so excited you chose us.

|| Here's Peter's birth through Nathan's point of view ||

Friday, November 25, 2016

I really don't enjoy his current schedule. Luckily, it's not as bad as it could be. He's scheduled several days in a row, has a couple off, then another few...THEN usually 5-7 days off. So it basically ends up feeling like a week on, then a week off. When he's on, it's not very fun. But when he's off, it's awesome! He leaves for work around 6:15pm, and when he gets home around 7:45-8:00am. His shift is 7:00pm - 7:30am. He goes in a little earlier to get patient info before his shift starts. Then he comes home after report in the morning.

So he's getting home from work when I'm waking up in the morning. He takes a shower, we eat breakfast together, then he goes to sleep until around 5pm. We have a little bit of time together, we eat dinner, pack a lunch and then he goes to work.

I really don't enjoy being home alone, especially when it's dark, and lucky for gets dark around 4:30 now. haha. I don't sleep very well being pregnant, and then when Nathan's gone, I don't sleep well anyways. So often times when he's sleeping during the day, I climb in bed too and take a nap. And lucky for Ruby, she gets someone to sleep with her night AND day.

Lately the nights that Nathan works, I am binge watching Gilmore girls and researching baby things.

For Halloween we went to our wards Harvest Party. We invited Jess, Bo and their daughter Lucy. It was a chili and cinnamon roll competition. I made chili and Nathan made cinnamon rolls. We didn't win, but I liked ours best. After dinner, the primary put on a carnival for the kids, then there was a trunk or treat.

Halloween night we carved pumpkins. We gave ourselves 20 minutes and no drawing on the pumpkin, or stencils. It was actually really fun, and only took 15 minutes. :) Nathan went to work that night, so I vegged out on candy and watched Gilmore girls.

We also went to a Halloween thing that the city put on. There were TONS of people. They had games for the kids, and you could trick or treat around the parkway. But there were so many people, that it was basically just a super long, really slow line, and everyone ran out of candy because the turn out was so much bigger than expected. haha. But we got to wear our costumes...Ruby too.

Halloween is definitely not my favorite holiday. But I did enjoy the candy more than usual this year. ;)

Thursday, November 24, 2016

Nikelle threw a wonderful baby shower for Baby Boy Wallace. I felt so very loved and blessed. Here's a few pictures from it....

Our parents got us a carseat, and it was shipped straight to our place. It was exciting opening the box, and trying to figure out how to use it. I love the color!

We also took things all over town to exchange for bigger sizes. It was actually pretty fun, and now we have a wider range of clothes sizes. I washed most of everything, and we organized them into bins that fit under our bed. 

We also finished reorganizing our bedroom/used to be office, now nursery. 

Sunday, October 2, 2016

Well, since we all know how terrible I am at's my first pregnancy update! In the third trimester! I've also been terrible at taking weekly photos. I think we did weeks 10, 11, 12...then 22. Then 28. Yikes. I can't believe he'll be here in 12 short weeks. I remember when I was 12 weeks pregnant and felt like I had been pregnant forever. ha. 

At my last appointment, almost a month ago now, they said that baby was measuring ahead. She said that at my next appointment, which is this week, if he was still measuring ahead, they would probably do another ultrasound and measure everything. When we had our elective 3D ultrasound, the tech there seemed to be surprised at how big he was too, and that he already had some chub on his cheeks. I'm kind of hoping that he's still big, and that we had the original dates messed up. That would mean baby would arrive sooner, yay!

I thought I would go back in time a little bit and talk about what it's been like...

When I first got the positive pregnancy test, I almost couldn't believe it. I got into the doctor right away, and they tested all my levels. He had suspected a progesterone problem, and even though my levels were perfectly normal, because of my history of miscarriages...they got me on progesterone at 5 weeks. I was on it until about 13-14 weeks or so. That was not very fun. This may be too much TMI, but it's my blog so whatever. SO...vaginal suppositories. Not so awesome. I had 4 a day, two in the morning and two at night. I would lay down right after I put them in so everything wouldn't just slowly leak out, because...gross. They weren't very fun, but obviously I stayed on them just in case. It was a lot and it made me super bloated, super fast. I felt like I was showing right away, but we wanted to wait until we were further along to announce.

Once I was off the progesterone I felt much better. Also, I really didn't have much morning sickness. I mean, I did feel nauseous often, but I never threw up. It was kind of annoying because some people would say things like..."oh if you're not sick, you should feel terrible..blah blah blah." So it would cause extra stress that I really didn't want or need.

I didn't feel like I had any weird cravings, but if I realized I wanted something, I REALLY wanted it. There was like a week that all I wanted was like...breaded chicken. Chicken strips, nuggets, patties, whatever.  I also enjoyed quite a few crispy bean burritos, caesar salads, and lemonade. I was really put off by any red meat and steamed vegetables. Oh, one time I had texted Nathan that on his way home, he needed up pick up Honey Nut Cheerios. As the day went on, I realized, I really wanted them. So I ended up going to the store myself, and buying a HUGE box of Honey Nut Cheerios. Yum!

Pregnancy overall has really agreed with me. I haven't had any significant complaints or problems. I am starting to have a harder time sleeping, and if I'm on my feet too long, my feet get swollen. What has been most surprising is the emotional part of it. I haven't really ever been emotional, I am usually very easy going. But there have been a few times, when something hasn't gone exactly the way I thought it would, I would just cry. One time it was about not having snacks, another was plans had been postponed, and yet another was when Nathan switched to the night shift at work. Even just a little thing could tip me off. It's very strange.

We feel very blessed and are getting more and more excited as the weeks fly by.

We got pictures taken and they are basically my favorite. This was soon after I got my new haircut, we had found out we were pregnant about a month before, so it was good timing. ;)

Here are a few of my favorites.

We also took a few, using our Letterfolk board that we used to announce our pregnancy.

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