Monthly Archives: September 2011

the induction that wasn’t (birth story part 2)

I had a feeling in my gut all weekend that I had kept to myself. I just had that mother’s intuition they talk about. I knew that my baby wasn’t being  born on Monday. We hadn’t talked directly to the doctor after the appointment. A nurse scheduled us for this induction – now she had been a fabulous nurse my entire pregnancy – SO awesome – but for some reason I just had that feeling. All weekend long we were happily telling people who asked “oh wow when are you due?” – “Monday!!!”  But in the back of my mind, I just knew it wouldn’t be happening.

Five am Monday morning came and we were up and jumping in the shower. Running around the house packing things and re-packing things. Happily talking about how our baby would be born this day. We took one last belly shot and a video of Lyle’s bedroom before he officially arrived. Off we went.

We arrived right on time at 7am, checked in with all the paperwork, were directed to our labor room, got changed into the gown and met our nurse. She asked a bazillion questions and I finally started to think to myself, this might actually be happening. Around 8am everything was set and we were told the doctor would be there soon in order to get things started. I had been told I would go straight to pitocin and they explained how it worked. They would slowly increase the amount of pitocin by 2ml every 15 minutes. We texted close family – woohoo here we go!

Then the doctor arrived.  Mind you this was not my doctor but someone else in the practice, I knew that it wouldn’t be my doctor that morning but I wasn’t concerned as my doctor was supposed to be on in the evening and I knew full well this was going to take all day – She asked a few odd questions – “what was the reason for the early induction?” “what exactly did Dr. K say to you?” “who scheduled this with you?” – Long story short because reliving it kinda sucks – we were too early for a non-medically necessary induction. Though there was a chance of shoulder dystocia and he was measuring very big – it still was not medically necessary and the hospital (and the practice) do not do inductions before 39 weeks. The nurse should never have scheduled me.

Yup – the nurse should never have scheduled the induction. Remember that mother’s intuition? No induction. Cue tears. So many tears. I had already told work I wasn’t coming back. I had told everyone I saw/texted/called/breathed next to that I was having a baby on Mondaaaaay! Oh it was the worst to get BACK in the car with all of our things, with our cute-as-can be car seat … empty. Huge let down. Speaking of huge, I was huge and uncomfortable and ready to have a baby. So ready.

The only good thing to come out of Monday was that while the doctor was waiting to hear directly from my doctor (just to be sure she wasn’t missing something medically necessary) she stripped my membranes. This was an experience. Imagine your typical cervical exams, but about 7 times worse. But as you’ll come to find out … the stripping did it’s job to get things started …

(how’s that for a cliffhanger!)

and because I can’t leave on such a sad note …



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big little man – (birth part 1)

{It is hard for me to write this – because I want to write a beautifully written, loving post dedicated to the most life changing day of my life – so bear with me as it might take a few days to get through it all.}

Since week 30 my stomach’s fundal height had been measuring 2 weeks ahead. I was told by many people not to get excited about an early birth because of this — it is just one of many types of measurements. I also knew the date of conception pretty accurately so I was sure the date wasn’t two full weeks off. So August 24th was still the date we were going with.

The weekend of my 35th week I was blessed with a family baby shower. It just so happened that a cousin of mine was due the week before me – so we partied together. Additionally, that weekend coincided with my grandfather’s 95th birthday – so there was a party to celebrate him too! My grandfather delivered hundreds of babies in his life as a doctor, he also raised nine children, and watched nearly 30 grand children be born. These two new babies are his 12th and 13th great-grandchildren – so he knows a thing or two about pregnancy, babies and birth. The first thing out of his mouth when he saw me “You’ve dropped – you have two weeks.” Very straight forward, very matter of fact.  I said “oh no, 5 more weeks!” He said, “Colleen you’ll have that baby in 2 weeks, I promise.” So … my mind started to get excited. I tried not to get too excited but, hey, he knows what he is talking about, right??

At 36 weeks we had maternity photos taken. I felt huge and looked huge … but the photos are beautiful. (I am so so happy I took them … I just wish we had done them about two weeks earlier.) The photographer was amazing and quickly put a few teasers on facebook which I shared saying “four more weeks!” – Welp, once again, the many friends and family in both the medical field and those not – said “oh wow, you’ve dropped – that baby is coming early!” or “wow! four more weeks?!?  I don’t think so!”  Once again, don’t get me excited people, I. have. four. weeks.

So then at my next doctors appointment she told me we would definitely need to do an ultrasound at 38 weeks to be sure of his size since once again he was measuring big. She started mentioning things like shoulder distocia and c-section, something I obviously wanted to avoid. So the wait for that ultrasound was long and frustrating. Finally the day came, my bags were packed  and we went into the ultrasound room — lights went off, cold gel went on, technician ready, measurements made, size determined — 8lbs 15 ounces at 38 weeks. Holy cow people that is nearly 9 pounds. They supposedly gain 1/2 a pound a week! That’s 10 pounds by 40 weeks!  HOLY CANOLI!  So there was more talk about c-sections, inductions and a “call me and we’ll talk about next steps.”

Tears. Lots of tears. Lots of confusion. Lots of phone calls to my mom and other mom’s who had c-sections. And then a decision between Greg and I – let’s try for an early induction and see if my body can do this on it’s own. I wanted to try for a vaginal delivery. I wanted the opportunity to feel contractions. (what was I thinking!? ha) I wanted to not have abdominal surgery.  We called the doctor the next day (a Friday) and she wasn’t available to talk – but they scheduled us for Monday – okay people we’re a go. Monday induction. 38 weeks 4 days. This was really happening.

We spent the weekend cleaning the house, preparing for a baby, and attending the wedding of a friend (yes, seriously!).

Sunday night we got the call to get the timing of our induction — be at the hospital at 7:00am. Okay, we are ready. We are ready to meet our big little man.


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He’s here!

Lyle Edward

born 8. 18.11


8 lbs 15 oz, 21.5″

After a 36 hour endeavor, our big little man entered the world via a cesarean birth. When he was born the two things I heard (from my seriously out-of-it state) were his tiny little baby cries and the many doctors and nurses saying “he’s a big boy!” I was able to nurse him within the first hour of his birth, which just happened the only item on my “birth plan.” We both passed all our tests with flying colors and left the hospital the required four days later.

He is now a healthy, happy 1 month old baby – can you believe it? Because I sure can’t. More unedited posts to come including the induction that never was, the birth, the recovery (still ongoing!), the baby stuff. baby clothes, Greg back to work, am I going back to work?, weight loss after birth, maternity and newborn photos … anything else you’re interested in? Let me know! Glad to be back to blogging.


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