Babies are unpredictable.
Babies make their own plans.
And thats just what our baby Baker girl did. She was ready to make her debut - completely against the 'plan' we had made.
So, lets start from the beginning:)
Friday morning, after meeting our Grayson a few days before on his birthday, we decided to take Parker and Jolie to meet him for the first time. Of course these two were completely infatuated with him - hugging, kissing, and loving on our new favorite little guy.
After leaving the hospital, we went to lunch and the indoor playground at the mall to let the girls run off some energy before heading home for dinner and a relaxing evening at home. About 5:30pm, after Parker woke from her nap, I noticed her eyes to be really red - raccoon circles and really puffy, as well as some sticky goop. She looked miserable. Jolie had some of the same, but less red and less puffy. It was after office hours, so I called our pediatrician's nurse helpline because I knew I needed to get whatever this was sorted out before Tuesday came. I needed my baby girls well before I left them for 4 days. The nurse advised us to take them to Urgent Care..
pink eye (aaack.)
..and Jolie, bless her heart, had a middle ear infection.
The child never once complained about her ear hurting, so who knows how long she had it.
After a quick visit with the doctor, two popsicles and a handful of prescriptions, she sent us on our way with promises that all would be well by the time we were scheduled to have our baby girl just 4 days later.
I woke for what I thought was a need to go to the bathroom, but when I sat down on the toilet, I couldn't pee. I was having contractions that had become more painful than what I felt at 11:30pm, but tolerable. Yet- I still couldn't fall asleep.
So, I started to time them. Or tried to, anyway. They were still pretty erratic, but they were definitely happening way more than I had experienced before.
Still awake. Still in 'pain', I started recollecting all the things I had read about labor. What was active labor? I had no idea. I hadn't ever experienced it before, so I pulled out my phone and sought out advice from Babycenter and WebMD. They described true contractions as being one that would start at the bottom and work its way up and around your back. At the time, I was having just pain around my lower abdomen, so no way was I in labor.
Still with the most annoying pain ever, I started to think about all the last minute errands that we had planned for that weekend. I needed to get my nails done- mani and pedi was at the top of my list for Saturday morning. I needed to finish packing the twins bag for staying with their BB and Papa. I needed to confirm my dry bar hair appointment for Tuesday morning before arriving at the hospital for my scheduled c-section at noon.
We also still needed a handful of baby items to be fully prepared for Miss Baker's arrival.
Our last date night was scheduled and I was dying for some sushi.
I decided to get in the shower. I swore I had read somewhere that a shower could slow or put comfort into false labor pains. I also thought maybe if I got hydrated I would be able to feel better.
A bottle of water and a warm shower. That would do the trick, right?
I was convinced, I am in labor.
I got out of the shower and attempted to fix my hair in between crazy contractions that had since performed the way the website I browsed just a couple hours earlier had promised.
From the bottom of my abdomen, up to the top and around my back - and lasting 30 seconds to a minute.
Pain. Terrible, TERRIBLE pain.
I was in labor. Mildly panicking, I finally woke Jordan -
"Babe..you should probably get up and finished packing your bag. I am pretty sure I'm in labor."
He sat there for what seemed like forever, blinked a couple times at me, and finally responded:
By this point Parker and Jolie had woken up, and Jordan and I were moving quickly to get things in order before leaving for the hospital.
The drive to the hospital was quiet and peaceful.. aside from the crying pain I was in and crazy questions I was asking Jordan about those women that do this labor business naturally.
Rockstars, you are. All of you. Seriously.
After arriving at the hospital, the nursing staff worked very quickly.
I was 6 centimeters dilated.
Baker was ready to come. Dr. Walsh was on call that weekend, and I had never been so thankful.
With my pain level being at a 15 (on a scale of 1-10, mind you), they were ready to wheel me into the OR for an epidural to make me more comfortable. I was advancing, and they needed to get everything ready so that when Walsh arrived she was goo to go for bringing baby B into the world.
Obviously in between contractions.
Walsh busted through the OR doors and was ready to go - and I was SO ready. Ready to meet our girl. I started crying and couldn't stop. I had been wishing for her arrival for the last several weeks and we were here. The time was finally here to meet our girl. During the c-section, Walsh complimented on my lack of scar tissue (which was a big concern of mine.. as I would like to have more babies and scar tissue plays a role in my ability for multiple c-sections).. the small talk made me feel much more at ease. Everything was so very clear about the entire morning - where as with the twins, I remember being in a bit of a fog throughout the entire experience.
Finally I hear her baby cries.
Walsh pulled her out and unwrapped the cord that was around her next twice - as we had suspected during my sonogram at 37 weeks.
In those same moments I also heard Walsh and the nurses discussing meconium. Baker had already had her first bowel movement in the womb- which is usually a sign of distress.
The pediatric nurse swiftly took to cleaning her up and suctioning her lungs to make sure she had not aspirated.
Zero aspiration of the meconium was confirmed
and the nurse was able to clear her airway of any sign of inhalation of the amniotic fluid that contained it.
Ah- I was so thankful.
Finally. I got to meet our sweet girl.
Tears were flowing. Lots of them. I couldn't believe she was here!
SO many happy tears. I was very emotional as I held her in my arms.
6 pounds, 13 ounces of tiny sweetness.
After giving Baker the once over just one more time, the nurse gave the go-ahead and sent Jordan and Baker back to recovery to wait on me while I was stitched up.
Directly after leaving the OR, I was wheeled into the recovery room where I got to see uber my proud husband's face and that sweet baby girl again.
He was a daddy for the second time (well, third to be technical). I will never forget the swelling tears of pride in his eyes.
There is something about that proud papa bear moment that makes my love for him overflow.
Skin to Skin happened almost instantly, and within just a few moments of being on my chest, Baker was ready to nurse for the very first time.
We wanted the most important people in her life to meet her before anyone else got the chance to.
..I didn't get my nails done.
..I didn't get my hair done.
..We missed out on our 'last' date night.
..and she was totally four days earlier than we expected.
But really.. I couldn't have thought of a better way to have her enter this world. Who cares of our best laid plans. Isn't that how is always works? You make plans around something like this, and they are totally going to fall through. Its sort if like and unspoken rule that I was attempting to break.
She completely surprised us on that early Saturday morning, but thats how our Baker Bree rolls. She had been just one miracle surprise after another from the very beginning - starting with her conception.
Part II .. our hospital stay, meeting her pseudo womb-mate bestie and future husband, and our first day home .. to be continued.