Thursday, February 19, 2015

Cooper's Birth Story

Cooper's estimated due date was January 9th.  That day came and went with no sign of baby.  Then the next day came and went.  ...And then the next day.  ...And then a couple more days after that.  If he chose to stay put, which he clearly was, we were scheduled to be induced on the night of Wednesday the 14th.  I had really been hoping that he would make his appearance on his own terms but since that wasn't going to happen, Chris and I packed the car, had dinner at California Pizza Kitchen, then headed for the hospital.  I was scared out of my mind even though I knew I'd be well taken care of.

We were showed into our room at 8 and got right to it.  They gave me an IV and a gown and strapped a fetal heart monitor to my belly and I tried my best to relax and enjoy an episode of The Big Bang Theory.  Relax I did not.  I was too scared and uncomfortable with the heart monitor strapped to me.  Then in the middle of the night, with the help of whatever medicine was being pumped through the IV, I started having mild contractions.

The next part is a little blurry.  I can't remember the exact sequence of events because it seemed like everything went into high gear and started happening really fast.  At 6 am they got the ball rolling.  In what seemed like a very short amount of time they started pitocin, broke my water, and shoved another heart monitor and some other tube up there.  This is where I'd like to point out that after they shoved the tubes up my lady parts my doctor said something to me that no one has ever said to me in my 27 years: "Wow.  You must have a great pain tolerance.  Most women scream when we do that."  ...Come again?

The pitocin kicked in almost instantly.  Holy mother of pearl.  Worst pain I've ever felt in my life.  I don't have words to describe it and nothing even remotely close to compare it to.  I had said throughout pregnancy that I wanted to start labor with no epidural and just see how far I could go.  The answer to that question was twenty minutes.  I think at this point I was 4 cm dilated.  Apparently I was dilating pretty quickly.  I asked for the epidural and ten minutes later the most wonderful person I've ever met walked into the room: the anesthesiologist.  He had Chris sit in a chair a few feet away and I sat on the edge of the bed slumped over a nurse while he worked his magic.  It wasn't fun but it was nowhere near as painful as I thought it would be.  When it was in I looked up and Chris was looking a little pale so I asked him if he was ok.  The magic doctor said, "I don't think I've ever seen a woman ask the husband if he's ok after that."

As fast as the pitocin kicked in, the epidural kicked in faster.  I didn't feel a painful contraction after that.  This was the fastest morning ever.  Before I knew it Kaylen was in the room (I wanted her there to take pictures), I was at 10 cm and it was time to start pushing.  We started at 10:20.  Let me just say that I'm a pretty modest person and the night before it was a little weird having my business all out there.  I got over that REAL quick.  At 10:20 I really didn't care WHO saw anything.  We had a wonderful nurse who made me feel comfortable and was easy to talk to.  Pushing was the weirdest thing ever.  I was pushing but couldn't FEEL I was pushing.  I could feel pressure and could feel myself exerting energy but that was it. 
The nurse said she could see him already and we would probably have a baby around 11.

Fast forward two and half hours later.  Still pushing.  Getting tired.  Still no baby.  Kaylen, who thought she was just there to observe and take pictures, became an active participant.  The nurse had Kaylen on one leg and Chris on the other to push toward me during contractions so I would have something to work against.  That didn't work.  Then our doctor came in with her gaggle of nurses and a table of what looked like medieval torture devices.  I'm getting frustrated at this point and pushing harder than I've pushed yet.  We're nearing three hours.  I heard the doctor, who was already using a vacuum on him, tell someone to "get downstairs ready".  I knew what that meant.  They were getting ready for a c-section.  The one thing I definitely did NOT want.  I looked at Chris and started to cry.  He was so supportive through the whole thing.  For every single contraction and push he was in my ear telling me to keep going, and we were so close to Cooper, and what a great job I was doing.  

Hearing the talk about a c-section made me determined to get him out..  I could feel building pressure and maybe two really hard, long sets of pushes later, at 1:18 in the afternoon, I heard a cry.

He was perfect.  All 7 pounds, 13 ounces, and 20 inches of him.  Chris and I sobbed and he kept saying, "It's Cooper! It's Cooper!  We have Cooper!"  They gave him a quick rubdown and handed him to me for skin to skin.  Seeing him for the first time was the strangest, most wonderful feeling.  This little being that I'd come to know only through little kicks and nudges and a heartbeat was now in front of me.  I could see him and touch him and kiss him.

A month later and I still can't believe I made that and that he's ours.

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Wednesday, January 28, 2015

Itty Bitty Baby Update

Hello again!
Tomorrow Cooper will be a whole two weeks old.  The past 13 days have gone by so fast it's been a bit of a blur.  He is at the moment sleeping peacefully next to the bed in his rock n' play.  He's been out long enough for me to pump, swap some laundry, eat a cupcake, take my medicine, and wash said pump.  Maybe if I hurry I can get a whole blog post in!  So let's get to it:

Cooper is: a really sweet baby.  Most of the time.  Yesterday was I think our fussiest day yet.  He had his days and nights mixed completely up the first week and I was in full on zombie mode but since Monday we've made some progress.  He's his sweetest in the morning.  The past couple of mornings after nursing we've sat in the nursery with the blinds open in the sunshine.  He likes to look outside.
new mom, newborn, morning
You know how it's so cliche when new parents say, "omg I could stare at him/her all day long!"  Yeah.  It's like that.  And I'm not just talking about how I obsessively look into his rocker while he sleeps to check for the millionth time that he is in fact still breathing.  I just want to look at him.  When he's awake he's wide eyed and looking at everything or staring you right in the eye.  I even got a grin yesterday morning while he was looking at me.  His eyes of course are dark blue right now but Chris and I think when they change they'll lighten to a pretty blue like his daddy's.  Cooper likes kisses, getting his hair wet (but ONLY his hair), watching the lights on the TV, being cradled, and car rides.  He does NOT like getting his diaper changed, getting his clothes changed, getting his body washed, being put down when he's not asleep.

Mama is: slowly feeling more and more human.  The pain is fading and I think my body is getting used to less sleep.  My parents were a huge help in the first few days (and still are).  I was terrified for them to leave us alone with him at night.  The first night was super rough and I nearly called my mother at midnight because he was shaking his head like a crazy person when he screamed.  Now I know that's just what he does when he gets really pissed.
I'm crying really easily.  More than I ever did when I was pregnant.  I cry just thinking about crying.
I've gotten pretty good at changing wet diapers fast and I've only been sprayed once!
We're exclusively breastfeeding and it's no joke.  It's time consuming and limits what you can do and when since he's fed every two to three hours.  But I still like it and I'm so thankful we're able to do it.
newborn, new mom, cuddles

Dad is: in love with his little boy.  It was so hard for me to get in and out of the bed while we were in the hospital that Chris did all the changing and became a swaddling master.  Seriously, I don't know how he gets that blanket so snug.  He went back to work Monday and I SO look forward to him coming home in the evening.  Last night we ate pizza, and watched Celebrity Apprentice with Cooper either in Chris's arms or in his rocker.  It felt very...normal.
new dad, newborn
Isn't it funny how we carry them for nine months go through all the trouble of childbirth and they come out looking just like their dang daddies.

The cats: hate him, hate me, hate life.

Birth story and nursery pictures to come!...just when I'm not sure.  Right now I'm soaking up these sweet newborn days because I know they don't last long and I'll miss them when they're gone!
Thank you all for the congratulations, thoughts, and prayers!

PS.  He did NOT make it through this blog post.  Haha.

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Wednesday, January 21, 2015


Cooper Timothy.
Born Thursday, January 15th at 1:18 in the afternoon.
7 lbs. 13 ounces.  20 inches long.
And perfect.  Obviously.

CT came into the world after three hours of pushing with a head full of brown hair and his daddy's lips.  
This has been the craziest, most surreal week ever.  I can't believe I had a baby six days ago.  This time last week I was unpacking and repacking my hospital bag, watching Netflix and just counting down the hours until Chris and I went to the hospital for induction, scared out of my mind.
I'm excited to write out his birth story to share later (Chris was amazing though the whole thing).  These last few days at home have been spent getting to know him, learning the baby basics, and catching up on sleep when able thanks to my parents.
I'm 27, married, a MOM and I can tell you with absolute certainty I don't know what we would do without my parents.  AND Kaylen.  They have been invaluable and helpful on a whole new level and we are forever grateful.
There are so many thoughts and words to say but for once I can't put them together.
We still can't believe we finally have our Cooper.

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Wednesday, January 14, 2015

It's a Good Day to Be Induced

Hello, all.
Today is D-Day plus Five.  Kaylen's 21st birthday dinner was last night and against all of my expectations I got to join the party!  These past few days have been spent doing last minute things, binging on SOA with the kitties, cleaning SOMETHING, and just enjoying time with Chris in our quiet house. 
This guy has kept me sane.

It doesn't feel like that long ago when I surprised Chris and told him the news or when we announced it to the rest of the world.  Telling him was one of the greatest moments of my life and the PRICELESS look on his face was something I'll never forget.

Now tonight we'll go to the hospital just the two of us to start the induction process and leave in a couple of days with our Cooper.  A family.
I'm going to selfishly ask for your prayers because I know God hears them all.  I don't mind telling you I'm getting scared.  Of so many things.  If I could ask you to pray for two things specifically.  One for Cooper's safe and healthy entry into the world and second, for peace and calm for Chris and I.
Tomorrow looks like a good day to have a baby!

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