Sunday, November 22, 2015

Look what's come out of me 'ooter!

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It was on an ordinary day that the extraordinary happened; on November 10th 2015 I woke up well rested. As a not so proud owner of a toddler that doesn't sleep through the night, ever, this was quite the phenomenon. As I awoke and opened my eyes I considered savoring the pleasure of laying in bed without a toddlers foot in my face. However, before I could fully enjoy my glorious nights sleep I felt the first contraction. I wondered if it might actually be a contraction or gas, so I waited but it lasted a while so I decided to roll over (you have no idea how hard that is to do when you are 40+ weeks pregnant) and check my phone 7:16am. That was the first contraction! Having had many (MANY) false labors in the past I ignored it and closed my eyes again, a couple minutes went by and I had another contraction. At that point I knew I was in labor, oo de lally!

I got up and woke my mom up, I told her we should go to Jamba Juice for breakfast, I was in labor I figured I deserved to treat myself. After grabbing smoothies for everyone we went back home, I woke Wyatt up and gave him the happy news that he would not have to go to work today. He was a tiny bit excited about that. Unfortunately the same could not be said about my presenting him with his peanut butter chocolate smoothie, can you believe he didn't even take a sip of it? Waste not want not. 

I continued to labor at home for a while and get ready for the day. I took a shower, shaved my legs (shaved my legs!) and got ready. At this point my contractions were about five minutes apart so we decided to make a like a tree and split. We gave my mom detailed instructions about how to work the television and said our goodbye's to Danny promising to bring home a sibling for him when it was all over. 

The drive to the hospital was relatively fast. I had switched last minute from Chandler medical to Gilbert Mercy so the drive was a lot shorter than it would have been. That being said I had a few contractions on our ride over there. Ugh, nothing is worse than contractions you have to sit/lay through, I'm not sure about everyone else but when contractions hit I want to get up and walk around. 

We met Kim (my midwife) in the parking lot and she got us up to Labor and Delivery where a hilariously sarcastic nurse tended to us while we were in triage. At this point it was about 11:30am and I was dilated to a five and fully effaced. Sweet. Then we had to wait around in triage for an hour waiting for my room to be cleaned. I wanted a room with one of the tubs. Wyatt and I walked the halls for an hour waiting for my room to be done. All the while talking about shows we had been watching as of late, who we thought would win ANTM, how Jenna couldn't get over Matti on Awkward, you know the basics. Every once in a while we would stopped while I breathed through a contraction. 

This is where the crazy starts

I finally FINALLY got to my room, led there by my sweet labor and delivery nurse. She was a saint, and she had the coolest accent, basically I was set! I got myself in the tub (it was huge)  and sucked on a cherry popsicle. Everything was looking up, laboring in the tub really helped take the edge off of the contractions. Except when it didn't.... They started coming closer together and the pain never really receded before the other began. 
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I kept desperately telling Wyatt to "help me!!" during the contractions. I look back and realize that the reason why I kept pleading for him and the nurse to help me was because last time I labored I had doulas and they were magnificent. They helped me through all the contractions, and got all the right counter pressures to relieve the pain. Wyatt stood there helplessly looking at me saying "What?! How?!".  I decided at that time I needed the epidural. Both Wyatt and my awesome nurse tried to talk me into proceeding without the epidural. they were both worried I would regret getting it. My response? NOPE! Give me the juice! Except I yelled it...."GIVE ME MY PAIN MEDS" probably a dozen times. I literally think the whole floor could hear me screaming. I fell apart and kept demanding the epidural or at least some IV meds. It was all quite comical really, me breathing through contractions while yelling at Wyatt not to touch me and the horrified expression on my nurses face. Hilarious. My nurse got me some IV meds and I became Jell-o! I was in heaven, and it knocked me out. After the pain receded I begged for my nurse's forgiveness and told Wyatt he still couldn't touch me. 
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Ready to get my epidural I sat up in bed and got my epidural like the birthing champ I was. After that it was smooth sailing. Midwife came in to check me, I was at 8 and broke my water. 

We called Hillarie, our birth photographer, to come on down. She showed up fifteen minutes later, got set up and quietly stood in the corner documenting all the little moments of my labor I didn't think about.  After a brief nap (twenty minutes) I woke up feeling happier than a bird with a french fry! 

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Wyatt and I once again started our friendly banter of favored TV shows. Fran, my nurse, and Kim joined in on the conversation. We spent a good twenty minutes reliving some of 30 Rock's most hilarious moments. Afterwards Kim checked me again, 10! Whoop whoop! 
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Arizona Birth Photographer: Poor Wyatt, I banished him to the corner of the room :)
It was baby time! I tried to push, but I couldn't feel anything! Unlike Danny's labor I was completely numb. So we decided I would "labor down" for a bit longer. Essentially just sit and wait for the baby to make his way down the birth canal. After a few minutes It was time to push. Because I couldn't feel my body as much with this labor than with Dannys I thought it fitting to put some motivational music on so I could push this small watermelon out.  Of course Eye of the Tiger was the only song fitting for the occasion; though I wish I had Salt and Peppers "Push It". 

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One of the nurses who had come in to clean off the baby wheeled in a mirror and put it right in front of me, telling me I simply had to watch my body birth this baby. My first thought? NOPE NOPE NOPE NOPE. I do not want to watch my lady bits do anything, much less push a baby out. She insisted, she said that he was nearly already out and since I was so relaxed and happy I would appreciate watching it. I finally agreed to watch this take place, but my midwife was in the way! I couldn't see anything! 

At this point I had been pushing for six minutes and my midwife said no more pushing. I caught a brief glimpse of his head making his way out and was trying to get a better view when SURPRISE he was being held out in front of me! Complete surprise and bliss took over! 

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Arizona Birth Photographer: Born at 5:16pm!
Love washed over me as I held out my hands for him. I was overjoyed to see him! Mind you this experience was the complete opposite of Danny's birth. I was EXHAUSTED after I had birthed Danny; I could barely hold him, and I cried from sheer relief of a successful 36 hour labor. 

But this experience, this moment, was what I had always been hoping for. I had given life to my baby and was awake and excited to see him. I kept telling everyone in the room "look look! He's beautiful!".  It was all very idyllic, I actually heard bells when he was born. Later I found out that I hadn't made it up but in fact there were bells ringing. The hospital played "Rockabye baby" and "Happy Birthday" over the loudspeaker when Samuel was born. Seriously, it was a magical moment.
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A huge shootout to my "mandoula" Wyatt ;). He kept me laughing during all the labor and even when I banished him to the corner of the room he never hesitated to ask what he could do to help. 

Samuel Everett Anthony
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Nine months (over nine months really) of carrying him and ten hours of labor led to the birth of my sweet baby! 

I am so happy that Hillary was there to document this incredible moment in my life. I had always wanted to have a picture of my babies first breath and she did that and so much more.  She quietly and meticulously documented all the moments that made my delivery remarkable. After taking a few pictures of Samuel with Wyatt and I she stepped out of the room to give us a moment of privacy. After a few minutes she came back in snapped a few more photos and gave us a heart felt congratulations and slipped away. Later that night she sent me the above picture to share with friends and family. I am so grateful to her for sharing her talent with me and my family. (She also put together a video of Samuels birth you can view it here

Arizona Birth Photographer: Wyatt no longer banished to the corner of the room. 

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I couldn't write this post without also giving thanks to the Lord. He has given me the blessing of carrying and birthing two healthy babies. With this specific labor I had prayed for months that my Meniere's Disease would not be triggered by the exhaustion of an overnight or drawn out labor. To my extreme gratitude my labor started in the morning after a full nights rest. I had a smooth, fast and truly enjoyable experience. My ears and equilibrium  have been doing fantastic since the birth of Samuel. For that I thank the Lord every night. 
xoxo,

Cindita (now a mother of two!) 

PS. If you love these photos and want some of your own please contact Hillarie :)
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PS. My pretty robe can be found here


PS. Post title brought to you by a Troll from The Hobbit. I thought it was too perfect not to use. Though I couldn't find the exact clip when he exclaims disgust over Bilbo flying out of his nose I thought this was close enough!


11 comments:

  1. Thank you for sharing this special moment with us, Cindy! I loved reading it and I'm so glad it went so well and that you have another beautiful baby boy in your family! You guys are adorable!

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    1. Emily thank you so much for reading! It means a lot! As far as the robe and the nails go, the robe is from an Etsy store called Silkandmore and it feels like heaven. The nails, my mom paid for, she insisted I should get my nails done because my nails literally always look like a hot mess! haha!

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  2. Oh and P.S. Your robe and nails and everything were just perfect! #momgoals

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  3. i wish i had gotten a different robe, you look great. congrats!

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  4. What a beautiful story! Isn't the second time around so different?? Hillarie did a great job with your birth pictures!

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    1. Yes! The second time around was way more enjoyable! Though I'm kind of treading water trying to balance two kids!!

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  5. What a wonderful birth story! My daughter just had her second, a son, and had a short labor too. You look fabulous in that robe. You certainly look put together! Congratulations to your growing family. Enjoy every moment.

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    1. Thank you so much! I'm definitely trying to soak up every moment!

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