I think it’s about time I blog about our cute little Scotlynn! I have wanted to everyday for the last week but never seem to find time. So now we’re driving home from Richfield and Scotlynn is out and I figured this was the perfect time!
I guess ill tell the birthing story and try to leave out any unpleasant details.
I was 40 weeks and two days and had a doctor’s appointment. I was very unhappy to go because I thought I would have had this baby by now. Once again I got told I still had not progressed at all and lets just plan the induction. I had been told my whole pregnancy he wouldn’t do it till 41 weeks so I knew that put me at that upcoming Saturday the 17th. We planned for 9 that night but I was still determined to have her before then. That whole week I ran more and harder than ever, I got on the birthing ball, jumped, and rode the bikes at our gym. Of course nothing ever happened except getting a bladder infection two days prior to my induction date. Saturday morning I woke up to a text from my doctor telling me he wouldn’t get home from up north till later so he was going to have his partner start me and asked if I could come in at 7. Two hours earlier was great news to me! My family was already down for the big day so we went to lunch, did lots of shopping and waited for the phone call to come on down. At 7 we hadn’t heard from them so we decided we would pack up the car and go get ice cream with my fam and hope they called soon. Minutes later they called and told us they were ready for me. Chady and I were so excited and headed on over. Of course my dearest mother was there too and my amazing sister in law Mandee. I got checked in and they started the whole process. The goal was to hook me up to the patocin and it make me start having contractions that would get me dilated and then my doctor would be there around midnight and he would break my water and we would go from there. So I’m hooked up and the contractions start coming. Nothing nice but not horrible. Midnight comes and my doctor shows up, checks me and I’m at a nice 1. Worst news ever. So… they decide to do this most horrible thing ever where they pretty much put a hose up ya fill it up so there is a balloon in you and then have it run down your bed and hang off the end with a weight. Then they tell me I can’t have an epidural till it comes out. My doctor says hang in there and give it an hour. Two hours go by and I’m hurting. It was like they wanted me to give birth to this balloon before I did a baby. Not the plan. I was crying asking if I could just have a c-section and get this girl here and this thing over with. I told my mom I was adopting the rest of my children. Since they wouldn’t give me the epidural yet I asked for pain medicine through my IV. Once I got that things got a little better. I fell asleep a little and decided I would have one more kid but it better be a boy. After four and a half hours of that dang thing in me it finally came out. It was almost as exciting as when she came out. Ha not. But it was really exciting. I asked for the epidural asap. About a half hour later I got it and life was real good. The needle from my IV hurt worst than getting the epidural. Minutes after that my doctor came in and broke my water. Minutes after that I got checked again and was at a 6. Yahoo! We thought for sure this little girl would be here by ten. Nope… I stayed at a six till about 2 in the afternoon. It wasn’t so bad though because I got to sleep and relax and be pain free. At 2 I had moved to an 8 and from there it all went pretty quick. We started pushing at 3:30 and had her at 4:40. Long hard pushing I must say. Towards the end little Scoti’s blood pressure dropped to a scary low and they knew that had to get her out. So with a little snip snip and one more hard push we had her. She came out with the cord tight around her neck and purple. We didn’t hear a cry for about 5 minutes and it was the scariest sickest feeling in the world. They were calling for respitory help and I knew it wasn’t good. Finally we heard that most precious cry and I got to hold my girl. It was the best, most undescribable feeling in the whole entire world! She weighed 8 lb 1 oz, was born at 4:40 and was 20 inches long! Oh and we had her on our 1 year anniversary. A couple hours later we got moved up to our room we would be staying in and Chad and I couldn’t help but just stair at Scoti and smile at what we had done. Then we got a call that tests came back and we would need to take her down to the NICU. Nothing too serious but they’d rather be safe than sorry. It was so sad having to leave her and not have her with us since we did just get her. They would give me calls in the middle of the night to come feed her and during the day we would just stay with her. Finally Tuesday afternoon we got the good to go and we brought her home! Grandma Thompson was still here to help and that she did! It was so nice to have her there and I wish she were here everyday!
Now she is two weeks old today and I am certain she is the cutest baby in the whole wide world! Ha I could just stair at her all day everyday which that is exactly what I do. She sleeps all day and is up all night. We need to figure out how to switch that. It’s hard being up all night but as soon as you want to get mad or be grumpy you look at her and really just cant help but smile. She’s been in Richfield more than she’s been anywhere else. We went down for Christmas when she was just 5 days old and then came back the Monday after Christmas. We just went back for New Years and the Thompson Christmas party. Next week Chad will leave to Texas for a week so Scoti and I will head back and be with family. They all love her so much and the help is always appreciated. We’re still trying to get chad in the groove of things. Until last night he had changed 1 diaper. Now its 3.. yay.. progress! He isn’t really good at waking up in the middle of the night but did do better last night too. Im hoping with this new year it’s a new Chad. (in that department) I think I could honestly write about her for pages and pages and she is only a big 2 weeks old. I am going to be better about blogging though so I don’t feel like I have to cut things out.
Till then just pray we get the sleeping in the night thing figured out.
Here's a few pictures that I just love. I will hopefully have back her newborn pics soon and I'll post as soon as I do! :)
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