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Here's the post that I have been meaning to write for quite some time now! I am not the best at blogging consistently, but I'll try to be better. When I discovered I was pregnant in June, we were first surprised and then very excited! We both felt early on that it would be a girl, but of course, I didn't want to get my hopes up in case it wasn't. I didn't go in to a doctor till I was about 22-ish weeks, I think--something like that. I had a lot of trouble settling on a doctor and we had some insurance matters to settle, both adding to the delay. Also, I didn't realize quite how far along I was, so the doctor was really shocked when I came in and said it was my first visit! We were able to listen to the heartbeat on our very first appointment. It was pretty amazing--it sounded like a tiny, mini washing machine! I loved it. Our second appointment, which was the same week, was the ultrasound, which was my very most favorite appointment out of all! We found out we were having a girl and I was THRILLED! Olaf was happy, too, of course! We both really enjoyed seeing the ultrasound and thought it was amazing. That's when we were given my due date, set for February 25th.
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| Week 33: New Year's Eve |
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| Week 31: Christmas |
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| Week 37; a few days before delivery! |
I had a wonderful pregnancy. Although I had some small bouts of nausea during the first trimester, it was nothing too problematic--I just got dizzy and shaky without frequent food and only wanted to eat certain things, like toast. But that part passed pretty quickly, happily. I did have trouble with my sciatic nerve during my second trimester--I thought it was a bad pulled muscle for awhile until I read about it and asked my doctor about it. The trickiest part was our bed was really high at the time--we had it on cinderblocks and bed risers--and it hurt so much getting in and out of bed! Fortunately, that also went away with occasional flare-ups. I was happy that I felt well enough from my second trimester on to be able to exercise; I think it really helped overall. I only gained 26 pounds during my pregnancy and I was so grateful. The hard part of my pregnancy came in my 8th month--I developed bad carpal tunnel in my hands, especially my right; my legs and feet started to swell after long days, and I was much more uncomfortable walking due to how low (I assume) my baby was positioned at that point. Nonetheless, I was amazed how great I felt for the majority of my pregnancy. It was such a blessing! I was able to work the entire time up to the day before I delivered. Granted, my job is fortunately not a physically taxing one! I had a scare in December with some random bleeding and had to go to the hospital, but everything checked out fine and I was really thankful it was a false alarm. I had been truly scared for the safety of my baby; I'm so glad she was okay.
The day I went into labor was an interesting day. The prior weekend had been a hard one for me physically; Olaf and I had been madly cleaning, packing, and moving into a new apartment. It was rough going for me and I felt bad that I couldn't really lift anything and that I got tired so easily. Also, the apartment we moved into was disappointingly dirty; we had SO much heavy cleaning to do before we felt it was acceptable. I had really felt a toll on my body that weekend and my body was very uncomfortable; definitely the most so in my pregnancy at that point. Friday I experienced more unexpected bleeding and a lot of discomfort, but when I called my doctor's office I was told it was probably just pre-labor signs (my reading had said the same). It didn't necessarily mean anything timing-wise, just that my body was preparing itself. The nurses and doctors all kept saying most first-time mothers deliver late, so that was really firm in my mind and I didn't expect she would arrive any earlier than the 25th. I also had a work baby shower on Friday, so I walked uncomfortably over to the library for it and couldn't believe how hard it was to make the short walk. Looking back, I realize I was experiencing contractions on and off all that weekend but they felt nothing like I'd expected. Monday I had switched shifts with a coworker; I usually would work Tuesday but switched so she could enjoy her birthday. Those four hours were the hardest I've ever worked. I was okay for the most part as long as I was sitting down, but every time I had to get up to help a patron, which was quite often that day, I would hobble over to help them find their book or item and then hobble back to my chair and gratefully lower myself into it. The walk back home that evening was especially difficult and it was even snowing! I remember having to stop every few feet to bend over a bit to combat the discomfort. I kept thinking, "Am I going to be able to make it home?" even though it was so close. Needless to say, I was so happy to be home. I had gotten off work at 6 pm and went into active labor promptly at 6:30 pm according to my contractions. Unfortunately, our landlord came over at about 6:15 pm that night to make some adjustments to our door's weather stripping and I sat in the back room trying to be quiet despite my uncomfortable contractions! I was so happy when he left because Olaf was able to help me at that point. I labored in my back which was a very strange and unexpected sensation. It hurt, as all contractions do, but it made me doubt what they were because of the placement, but as soon as we realized the timing and duration we knew what it had to be. I dealt with it at home until 11 pm, sleeping a little here and there and trying to pack a hospital bag, until Olaf insisted we go to the hospital. As we walked in from the parking garage, a man exiting the building looked at me (I think he was wondering if he should help; I don't think it was immediately noticeable I was pregnant as I was wearing a bigger peacoat) and after passing us by, finally hollered, "Congratulations!" Aww. It took a long time to get to the admittance desk. I had to sit often and have Olaf push my lower back to help with my contractions. After we were admitted and in labor and delivery, we were told all the rooms were full and that we'd have to wait. The nurse asked me if that would be ok and I told her I would feel the same whether I was in a room or the lobby, so we waited. After maybe 20 minutes, we were finally ushered into a room where I got all ready and dressed in my fancy hospital gown (those things really need a little revamping) and checked by a nurse to see how dilated I was; I think I was at a 3.5. The nurse left and after only a short time being in the room, my water broke suddenly--I had been sitting on the edge of the bed and it was not a pleasant sensation but I knew what it was right away. However, when the nurse returned a few minutes later, she was surprised to hear it had broken and had to check to make sure. She told me I was definitely going to be having a baby! I already knew that, of course, because hospital policy declares you have to deliver within 24 hours of your water breakage to prevent infection, etc. Haha! Everything went pretty fast after that. I was SUPER uncomfortable and had a hard time being still during contractions. The nurse was so shocked with how fast I was progressing. The big problem was that my baby's heartbeat kept dipping, causing the doctor and nurses much concern. It got to a point where I had to have internal monitors attached and my doctor even said I might have to have a C-section if I didn't dilate to a 10 soon enough (I was at a 9.5). Thankfully, I progressed to a 10 in time but my doctor decided he needed to both perform an episiotomy and use forceps to ensure the fastest delivery possible to make sure she was okay. I was disappointed a bit but I trusted him to do what was best for my baby and me. I pushed about 4 times and she was born at 2:31 am! She was 2.5 weeks early; I couldn't believe it! Olaf said she opened her eyes as she was being born and looked right at him--her head and left arm had already appeared. He said it was both amazing and strange. I remember my doctor saying, "Looks like you have a little blondie!" and feeling so surprised because I somehow assumed she would be brunette, like me! He held her up to me after she was out and said, "Look at your little girl!" I had been concerned before that she would be too bloody and I wouldn't want to see that part, but she looked so sweet even right away! They whisked her over to the warming station, cleaned her up a bit, and got her to cry--what a sweet, tiny sound it was. Then I got to hold her against my chest for just a very short while. She looked so cute and was so tiny, weighing in at 6 pounds, 10 ounces, and 19 inches. I had been freezing and shivering during my whole labor but finally started to warm up a bit when I got to hold her. It was too short and then they had to wheel me out of the delivery room to another. While I was waiting for Olaf and our little Ava to return, I kept thinking over and over how wonderful the experience had been and how delighted I was she was here! It seemed so miraculous and I couldn't believe what had just happened. It went so fast! It had only been about 3.5 hours from arriving at the hospital to her birth; it was so surreal. I am so thankful for our sweet baby.
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| Ava Melise, just moments after birth |
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| Ava's first diaper and shirt |
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| Proud Daddy |
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| Family of three! |
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| So happy she's here. |
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| Little blondie all bundled up! She kept her eyes shut for most of our hospital stay. We're amazed how much she resembles Olaf. | | | |
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We're so happy our little darling baby is here! We love her so much and are so grateful to our Heavenly Father for sending her to us. Thank you, our dear friends and family, for all your prayers and support!