After my little false alarm, what ended up being 1 weeks before Nora was actually born, I was a little worried that I would hesitate going to the hospital when the real deal finally happened. I figured since this was baby #3, and they notorious for coming out quickly!, I’d end up on the evening news after having delivered my baby on the side of the 405 or something. Luckily, the way things played out there was no question it was time to go to the hospital, and no worries they would send me home again.
All week, after my false labor experience, I was having contractions on and off. They would happened most often at night. I’d wake with contractions in the middle of the night, be up for 2-3 hours with them and they would suddenly stop. It was frustrating beyond belief, but I knew my body was just gearing up for the big day and I needed to get used to interrupted sleep anyway 😉
The morning of September 14th I woke up after a particular rough night with contractions having been up at least half the night on and off and I was sure that would be the day. It was my brother’s birthday and I knew how honored he would be to share his birthday with his new little niece. I even had a big burst of energy and just HAD to vacuum my whole house. I continued to have random contractions on and off all day. We went about our day like normal and took Lorne’s parents downtown to Seattle Center to walk around, check out the Space Needle and have lunch. My contractions continued very irregularly with sometimes more than an hour between them. By the end of the day I gave up hope that the 14th was our day and headed to bed.
For a change I was actually able to fall asleep quickly that night, I guess being up several nights in a row with contractions and walking around Seattle Center helped. At just before midnight on the 14th I woke having to go pee (gotta love late pregnancy). I rolled over in bed to get up and felt a little gush. For a moment I just laid there and thought “Did my water just break?” I stood up and felt more gushing, my water had broken. I managed to make to the bathroom without getting “water” all over the carpet! I woke Lorne up and called Labor and Delivery at the hospital (I didn’t want to head in unless they for sure wouldn’t send me home since I wasn’t yet having contractions). With the “come on in” approval from L&D we headed into the hospital. We got there around 1am.
In the car on the way to the hospital (sitting on a towel to protect the seats in my new van!) I started having some mild contractions. By the time we reached the hospital they had become a bit more regular. They got me changed out of my very wet pants and into the ever flattering hospital gown and hooked me up to the monitors to see what was going on. I was having contractions, mild ones, every 4-5 minutes and the baby was tolerating them very well. I had tested positive for Group B Strep so I was hooked up to an antibiotic drip and told not to have the baby before 5:15am so the meds would have time to work 😉 The waiting began. We dimmed the lights. Lorne fell asleep in the ultra comfortable recliner and I tried my best to rest (I couldn’t really fall asleep, too much adrenaline). After a few hours the contractions picked up a bit and I asked to be checked so I could decide if I wanted an epidural this time or not. The nurse checked me and I was only 4 cms (just one more than I had been at my appointment 4 days prior). I opted to go ahead and get the epidural since I wasn’t progressing very quickly and the contractions were really picking up on the pain scale. I crossed my fingers that the epidural would work this time, unlike my experience with Anna’s delivery.
The anesthesiologist came in and administered the epidural. Pretty quickly my right leg went completely numb but I could still feel my left leg and I could still very much feel the contractions, not a good sign. With help from the nurse I rolled over onto my left side to see if that would help better distribute the meds. After a little while on my left side there was no improvement and my contractions really started to pick up. My legs were completely numb but my uterus and hips were not, not a great thing when having contractions. At around 8:15 my nurse checked me and I was 6 cms dilated. Almost immediately after that exam the contractions began to come every minute or so and intensified quite a bit pain wise. At 9 I called the nurse back in because my epidural, even after hitting the little buster button was not helping and I was starting to feel the urge to push.
Sure enough, after a quick exam it was determined I was 10 cms and the baby was very low. The nurse had me do a quick “practice” push to make sure I was at the point where I could move the baby down with a push. After determining that the baby was likely going to come very quickly they called my doctor’s partner (my doc was out of town) and asked her to come in ASAP. I spent some time doing a little pushing while we waited on the doctor. Once Dr. T arrived I pushed a few times and at 9:32am on September 15th, 2013 our little Nora Viviann was born.
Right after birth she spent about an hour on my chest for a little skin to skin time before they weighed her, measured her and cleaned her up. She was a total champ from the get go score high scores on her apgar screening and taking to breastfeeding right away with no troubles at all.
After spending a couple more hours in the delivery room so I could get some breakfast and be monitored to ensure everything was good after the delivery and epidural we headed to our mother/baby room. We spent a day there before heading home. I am not a fan of the hospital so getting to go home after 24 hours was nice. I enjoy the fairly good food delivered to my room whenever I’m hungry, but the constant noise and people coming and going from the room make it impossible to get any rest. So, once Nora and I were both checked out by our doctors we gladly headed home.
We are settling in nicely at home. Maya and Anna seem to be enjoying their new little sister. Most of the time they just go about their days as normal, but occasionally they will stop and give Nora a little kiss or a snuggle, it is so sweet. Nora is adjusting to life here at the Mitchell house very well. She is a very good baby so far. She eats, sleeps and poops like a perfect little newborn. I’ve even been getting 4 hour stretches of sleep at night. I can live with getting up once or twice at night at this point!
She is so adorable and sweet. The perfect addition to our group of princesses. I think we’ll keep her 😉
10 days ago we welcomed our third beautiful little girl into our family. I can’t even describe how full and blessed I feel. Our life is crazy and busy and full of love. Life couldn’t be better.
We are getting to know our newest little princess and adjusting to our busy life with three kiddos. I will share her birth story soon, I’m still collecting my thoughts.
I’m the very proud Mommy of three beautiful little girls. What more could I ask for
Today I am 38 weeks 4 days, the most pregnant I have ever been. Both Maya and Anna were born by this point already. Maya at 38 weeks 2 days and Anna at 38 weeks 1 day. So, really it wasn’t any surprise to me when I awoke to contractions in the middle of the night on Sunday (38 weeks along). Turns out it wasn’t the real deal since I’m still very much pregnant, instead I had my first ever experience with the not very aptly named, false labor.
In the wee hours of the morning on Sunday I awoke to find myself having some pretty uncomfortable contractions every 5 mins or so. I tried, to no avail, to fall back asleep. After a couple of hours I noticed that the contractions seemed to be coming more frequently so I got up and used my phone to time the contractions for a bit. They were every 4 minutes so I decided to wake up Lorne so we could head into the hospital because I was certain this was the real deal. We arrived at the hospital about 5 am (I’d been having contractions for 4 hours or so at this point). They brought me into a room to be evaluated to see if I should stay or go home. I was definitely having regular contractions according to the monitor but I was only 2.5 cms dilated, a mere half centimeter more than at my doctor appointment earlier in the week. I was bummed to hear that news.
After a bit of consulting between my doctor, the house doctor and the nurse it was decided I should walk for a bit to see if that helped move things along. So off we went to roam the halls of the maternity ward. After an hour of walking I made my way back to the room. My contractions had increased in both intensity and frequency during our walk so I walked in with fingers crossed. They hooked me back up to the monitor and checked me again only to find out I had not made any progress. I was sent home and told to return if things progressed or my water broke. But things didn’t progress, instead a couple hours after I got home the contractions completely stopped. Turns out I had false labor, which, while you are going through it doesn’t feel false at all, it feels very real.
Since the contractions stopped on Sunday I have had only occasional cramping and contractions, other than that just regular old Braxton Hicks. I had an appointment with my doctor today and I’m still only 2.5 cms, but she said my cervix was “very thin and stretchy” so it is primed and ready to go. She figured it was a matter of days at most, but there is no way to predict it for sure. I’m definitely ready to be done being pregnant and finally meet this little girl, but I also know she won’t come until she is good and ready. Let’s just hope she is ready sooner rather than later 😉
I have entered the waiting game phase of this pregnancy, I’ll be 37 weeks tomorrow. 37 weeks is considered full term, which means there is a fully cooked baby in this epic belly of mine. I have to admit I am not the biggest fan of this stage of pregnancy, this waiting game stage. I don’t like just waiting for things to happen. I don’t like not knowing when something is going to happen. I want to be able to plan for it and make sure everything is in place for the big event. But, life, especially pregnancy life, is just not like that. There is a lot of waiting involved. At this point, with only weeks, or even days, left until the end the waiting feels endless.
All things considered I am still feeling pretty good. I am uncomfortable a lot of the time, especially at the end of the day and at night when I am trying to sleep. Note I said trying to sleep. It feels like not much actually sleeping is taking place anymore between having to get up to pee several times a night and not being able to find a position that is comfortable for very long with this rather large belly to contend with. Even sitting on the couch trying to relax in the evening after the girls go to bed is often uncomfortable. I’ve pretty much reached the point where I am done being pregnant and ready to move on to mothering a newborn. Although, if she could stay put until after Maya’s first day of kindergarten next week that would be great 😉
My appointment with the doctor went well yesterday. My blood pressure was great and my urinalysis came back clean. I had been a bit concerned about my blood pressure as I’ve been battling a headache for a week now that just won’t go away, and I know rising blood pressure can cause that. So, yay my blood pressure is still great but unfortunately there is no known cause for this never ending headache, boo. I didn’t gain any weight this week, but I think that is pretty common this late in the game. The baby sounded great and my belly growth is right on track. I’ll be back there again next week for another check up. Until then lets hope the growth of this belly slows down because I don’t think it could possibly get any bigger!
So, since I don’t have much choice in the matter I’ll just try as best as I can to patiently wait. I’ll continue to keep myself occupied trying to keep up with the housework and making sure the laundry is always done so that everyone has clean underwear and their favorite shirt when I go into labor. And, of course, enjoying the last few weeks, or days, as a mom of two girls before a third little miss joins the group and shakes things up.
I feel like I’ve been in prep mode forever. Between getting things ready for Maya’s big day next week, her first day of kindergarten, and getting things ready for Little Miss #3’s arrival and now getting things ready for my in-laws’ visit late next week I feel like I’ve been on the go and in constant preparation mode for months. Sometimes being a planner is annoying.
Finally, I feel like things are ready for Maya’s big first day of school next week and for Little Miss #3’s arrival. Now I just need to finish getting things ready for the in-laws’ visit. One day I’ll be able to sit down again and not worry about making a list of things that still need to be done or writing out a meal plan and accompanying grocery shopping list or deciding which part of my house to deep clean that day….one day. Probably not until I’m forced to by the arrival of baby #3 😉
I’m a planner, I don’t feel comfortable leaving things to chance. I don’t procrastinate and feel incredibly stressed out when things end up getting left to the last minute. I feel most at peace when things are ready well in advance and I don’t feel like I have to rush to get things done. Hence the fact that I’m already working on a meal plan for a visit from my in-laws that won’t start until late next week and figuring out what cleaning I can do now so that I don’t have to do it all in the last 2 days before they get here. Once my fridge is stocked and all the necessary cleaning is complete I will feel much better. The planner in my will breath a sigh of relief and I’ll be glad to be done with this crazy prep mode that taken over my brain the last couple of months.
Of course, I try to work in some time to sit and put my feet up, because my body just doesn’t have the stamina at almost 37 weeks pregnant that my brain wishes it did. I don’t baby girl to arrive earlier than she should because I’m over doing it 😉