On Wednesday, July 13, 2016, Gwen and I went to my 39 week appointment.
At this point, I was 39 weeks and 4 days pregnant. At the previous
couple of appointments, my doctors wanted to check my progress with
dilation, but I always refused because of my schedule(I always work
Thursdays and schedule appointments for Wednesdays, and I didn't want to
have contractions at work!) Since late June, I had experienced really
intense Braxton Hicks contractions, and I didn't want any pain more
intense than those to affect me at work! I had every intention of
working until you were born, and I definitely did just that!
My doctor at this appointment checked my cervix, and told me about
stripping membranes. She said that the last time she had done this on
someone as similar as me, the woman went into labor the next morning at
3:00am! She also told me that if it worked, I would go into labor within
48 hours; if it doesn't work, I'd know that by 48 hours, as well. I
opted to have my membranes stripped with the thought that it wouldn't
work! It was fast and painless, and Gwen and I left the office a few
minutes later!
The doctor's office(Valley Women for
Women) and the hospital(Mercy Gilbert) were located 30 minutes away from
our home, and it was typical for Gwen and I to go to McDonald's for an
ice cream cone after every visit. When I got her loaded into the car, I
decided to not go to the McDonald's and to call Jake immediately,
instead. I called and told him what the doctor had told me--"If it
works, it'll be within 48 hours; if it doesn't, we'll see you next
week." He, very quickly, told me that he had to get off the phone and
rearrange his schedule and get back up for his next day's surgeries
because he felt like we would have a baby pretty soon. I tried to
convince him not to rearrange work because I didn't want to end up NOT
having the baby and waste a day at home, but his mind was made up and we
hung up so he could make preparations. In the car, I felt different,
but I'm not sure HOW. My stomach felt weird, but I was convinced that
the membrane stripping wouldn't do anything.
After we got
home, Gwen and I ate lunch and had rest time. When Gwen woke up, we went
to Brimhall Junior High School to swim in the pool. We played and swam
for about two hours. I should also add that before my appointment, Gwen
and I had gone to a trampoline park with a group of moms and
played/visited for close to two hours. Anyways, while at the pool, we
got a dinner invitation from some new neighbors, and gladly accepted! At
this point, I knew the procedure was useless. I felt completely normal
and was relieved because I wanted to go to work the next day!
We
got ourselves together and cleaned up, and Jake came home from work. We
walked over to our neighbors home and had blueberry pancakes. We
visited and watched our kids play together. I started to feel some
gentle contractions after laughing hard at a funny story. I cut our
visit short to go home at this point.
Once we got home and
got Gwen in bed(7:30pm), Jake and I relaxed and started watching a
show. Not long into it, I started having more consistent contractions,
but nothing that walking around couldn't fix. Jake decided to go to
bed(8:30pm) because he saw me trying to work out the contractions, and
wanted to get as much sleep as possible if a baby was going to join us
soon.
The SECOND I heard Jake start snoring(9:00pm), my
contractions started. I did a number of things to ease the pressure:
baths, stretching, watching TV, laying down, tried sleeping, walking,
reading-- and none of it made them go away. I decided to download an app
for counting contractions, but I was terrible at trying to figure it
out, so I deleted it. I did this for a few hours and was pleased at the
result. I knew I was having contractions, but knew I wasn't in labor so
all was well!!!!
I think it was close to 12:30am when I
made the decision to call my mom because I was getting nausea. I was
getting to the point where I couldn't make the contraction pain end, and
I wanted her to know we MAY visit the hospital, but it would definitely
be a short trip because I couldn't be in labor. I think my mom made it
to our home by 1:00am. In this half hour time span between our call and
her arrival, I had gone to wake up Jake. He took a shower, shaved, and
changed into normal clothes. He also loaded up the car. My mom had come
in, and I was telling her where Gwen's things were located and she
insisted that we just go to the hospital. I was feisty from the
pressure/pain of my contractions and lack of sleep, so I assured my mom
that we would go and be back. While Jake loaded the car, and I was
talking to my mom, I had a bend-over-and-try-to-hold-in-
the-pain
type of contraction. This was the point that I decided the membrane
procedure had worked. I went to the bathroom, and I could hear Jake as
my mom where I'd gone. I heard her gently say, "I think she needed to
throw up..."HA! She was so gentle telling him. I laughed in the bathroom
hearing it, and I laugh now remembering it. I didn't throw up because
soon Jake was at my side picking me up and guiding me to the car.
He
had a bag in hand as he tried shoving me in the car. I was being too
stubborn for my own good because I didn't want to go to the far away
hospital just to drive home again. We started on our way, and the most
intense pressure I've ever felt started on my back/bum. Every
contraction had me telling Jake, "I just can't get comfortable." and
then the contraction would end, and I'd rub my back until the next one
started. About 10 minutes into the drive, my contractions were coming
on. I told Jake, "Speed. If you get pulled over, I'll call 9-1-1 and
tell them I'm in labor and they can follow us to the hospital." Jake
also went through one red light because there was no end in sight to
that red light, and there were no cars in any direction. NO SHAME.
We
got to the hospital that we had never been to before, and found the
emergency room. Jake wanted to drop me off, and I was like, "NO WAY,
JOSE!" So I very slowly started my way to the check in desk while Jake
went to get a wheelchair---I wouldn't let him bring it to me because
that's embarrassing for someone to use who isn't in labor!
After
a long check in, we make our way up and over to the maternity triage,
and as I'm changing into a gown, I had a contraction that I thought was
going to end me. During it, I clearly thought, "I'm going to fall over
and no one is going to know because I'm just in the bathroom and they'll
think I need a long bathroom break. How sad!" Luckily, I made it out!
Our triage nurse asked me to rate my pain, and I told her, "I just can't
get comfortable during contractions!" She decided to check, and THAT is
when I realized we were going to have a baby. Her eyes were wide open,
her mouth was wide open. . . I said, "What? Am I only dilated to a 4?"
And she replied, "Nooo, honey. You're a 9. I need to get a hold of
everyone." She ran to the hall for an extra nurse to start wheeling me
to a different room. She got on her phone to call my doctors, but her
phone kept dying. Her conversation took maybe 10 seconds and was this
exactly, "You have a patient. 9cm, she's not going to make it much
longer. Come" and hung up the phone. I looked at Jake and was like,
"Whuuuuuu?!?! We're having a baby!" And then I told him I couldn't get
comfortable again!
I was taken to the room just next
door(2:30am). A flood of nurses came in. One to start an IV (I still
don't know why that happened but I don't care), one for the baby, and an
extra nurse for me. Her name was Anna and I loved her. She has 6
children and was so kind. Dr. Wellington walked in and I immediately
started pushing. Dr. Wellington broke my water and at 2:42 am, our dark
hair beauty arrived!!!!! The doctor commented on her hair, and I loudly
exclaimed to Jake, "We did it! We got our Mexican baby!!!" Everyone in
the room was laughing, and the mood in that place was just lighter than
air. Emily scored an 8, then a 9 on her Apgar tests. She was perfectly
pink, with a little remaining jaundice. She was born on Thursday, July
14, 2016, weighed 8 pounds, 2 ounces, and was 19.5 inches long.
Gwen came and met Emily later in the morning on the 14th. Gwen got up on the bed with me, and Grandma Ellsworth gave us the baby. The first thing Gwen did was kiss her baby! I almost died from the sweetness! They are the best sisters, and will be best friends forever--minus the possible angst-y teenage years!!
We've
loved every second of you, Emily! It took us a long time to figure out
your name, but when we saw you and got to kiss and love on you, we knew
who you were. Your name means industrious, and striving. It is Latin,
just like your momma's! We love you. You are so vocal, and you are very
thoughtful. You only ever smile on purpose at your big sister Gwendolyn,
and she sure loves you. We are your biggest fans and are so thankful
for you to be with us!
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Emily Rose |
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LOOK AT HER HAIR!!!!! |
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Meeting on July 14, 2016 |
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Squishy everything. |
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This picture makes me laugh. Ridge was Gwen's baby, but Emily is definitely Delaney's baby. |
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I love this!! My girls have the best grandmas! Gwen is having a tantrum. It happens! |
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July 17, 2016 |
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