I know, it's way past time for me to update this blog. Funny how much LESS time you have when you have 2 kids. I've been meaning to post pics and tell the birth story for a few days now, but just had the time to come here and post. Grace is watching a movie and Addison just fell asleep (for a min) in her swing so maybe I can remember the details of the big day.
My contractions started on Saturday the 13
th. I was having
alot of pain and pressure down low and just knew that I'd be having a baby soon. Well I hoped I would, because I really didn't think I could go on days feeling like that. The contractions would either be steady, every 5-10
mins or they would go away for 20-30
mins and then come back. I had them most of Saturday evening and all night that night. When I woke up on Sunday, I felt pretty good. I didn't sleep that good, but really hadn't been sleep that good for awhile so I just dealt with it. Luckily Mike was off that day, so I was able to take it easy, kinda. I ended up taking a shower and my contractions started again. Every 5-10
mins for awhile, then they would go away and come back. Just like the night before. Except they were getting more intense. As the day went on, I started to keep track of my contractions more, and realized they were pretty steady. Most of them lasted about a minute or so, but I was mostly having them in my pelvic area and up the middle of my stomach, so I really didn't think it was time yet. I had read and been told by a few people that the
contrax would start in the front but then probably go around to my back and then I would really know I was in labor. Well, mine never moved. I only had pain in the front.
As the day went on, I just dealt with the
contrax and breathed through them. They were pretty painful for most of the day, but I just tried to keep myself busy and breathe through them. I went into super nesting mode and did some final packing/organizing and put together Gracie's gift for the hospital. I did some laundry and just hung out with my family. Around 4:30 or 5:00, I called
Lys to let her know that we'd probably be going to the hospital that night, and she might want to come over around 7:00 or 8:00 just in case. We were having the effects of
Hurricane Ike come through that night, and I didn't want her to have to drive over in the middle of the storm.
Around 5:30 Mike and Grace left to get movies and dinner, and when they came back home we ate dinner together. I remember talking to Kara after that, around 6:00 and our power went out. What a great time for the power to go out. Not only was I nervous about giving birth that night, and leaving Grace and
Lys in the middle of a storm, we also had to loose power which made my anxiety go through the roof. Alyssa came over around 7:30 I think, and she started keeping track of my
contrax for me because I couldn't anymore. At 8:00, I looked at my paper and realized the
contrax were about 3-4
mins apart, and told Mike and
Lys that if it kept up, at 8:30 I was calling my Dr and probably going to the hospital. About 20
mins later, I had a small gush of fluid, which I assumed was my water breaking. That's when I decided to call my Dr and get everything loaded up.
Lys and Grace headed to Debby's, because they had power, and we headed to the hospital after getting the clear from the Dr to go. ( I would have went
etiher way, because of the pain I was in)
So we headed to the hospital and arrived around 9:10. I actually didn't know what entrance to use, so Mike pulled up to emergency and they took me up to L&D. I got signed in and changed and my Mom came into the room. I remember laying on my side, having a really bad
contrax and being in so much pain. My Mom
layed her hand on my leg and I said "not now Mom" because it literally hurt so bad that being touched just killed me. The Dr's and nurses came in to check my status. I told him I wanted and epidural ASAP. He said I had to be at least 4 cm dilated to get an
Epi. So I prayed while he was checking me to be at least 4cm. Well he checks me but won't say what I am, and has the nurse check me. She says I'm at least 7/8 cm dilated!!! and then they have my midwife check me also. Let me tell you how much fun it is it be in labor, having
contrax, and being checked for dilation. SO NOT FUN.
Anyways, she agrees with the other two that I'm indeed 7/8 cm dilated, and it's time to move. They roll me into the labor room and start working on me. I'm begging for a
epi, because the pain is so severe. I'm trying to remember to breathe through them, but it's hard because the pain is SO INTENSE. I'm surprised I didn't break Mike's fingers or my Midwives fingers holding their hands during the
contrax. Everyone was moving fast, asking
alot of questions and giving me my IV. Meanwhile, I'm still begging for my
epi. I did not want to give birth with no pain med!
Finally I get my
epi, which was so not fun considering I was in so much pain and not able to MOVE at all while he was
inserting the needle. I was so afraid I would throw my head back or something and paralyze myself because of the pain. But he ended up getting it in, just in time and I waited for the pain relief. I ended up getting some relief but still able to feel the
contrax. But at least I could breathe through them and not feel like killing someone from the pain. After waiting 10
mins to let the
epi kick in, my midwife checked me. And asked me if I was ready to push. I was fully dilated and the baby was ready to come out. I wasn't ready, I needed more time! Everything happened SO fast, and I needed more pain relief. They let me have the rest of my
meds, and I rolled onto my left side hoping to rest for a little while. Well, once I got comfortable, I realized I wouldn't have any time to rest. My water had officially broke and I felt
alot of pressure. My midwife stepped out of the room, and I yelled at the nurses that I was pretty sure it was time to push. They rushed out and got my midwife, and maybe my Mom, I can't remember if she was in the room or not. Everyone came back into the room and stood around me. I was still laying on my left side with my eyes closed, afraid that Addison was just going to fall out if I moved. I remember opening my eyes and having everyone looking at me. I was waiting for instruction on what to do, and they were waiting for me to roll onto my back and push.
I wasn't ready, but it didn't matter. I had to push. I could still feel some pain/pressure and was so scared I would feel more. But it didn't matter at this point. I had to push, it was time. So we started pushing, and I could actually feel when to push because I could feel my
contrax coming on. It was so much easier than pushing with Grace, because I knew when to push. I pushed for about 20
mins, and Addison Lynn Evans was born at 11:38 pm that night. She was so quiet when my midwife
layed her on my belly, I kept waiting for her to scream. Mike cut her cord and they cleaned her up, and she barely made a peep. Just some little whimpers here and there. They finally got her weighed, 7lbs even and 20 inches long. Such a tiny little peanut. And she had a head full of DARK hair, which was odd because Grace had a head full of
BLOND hair. We were so amazed by her dark hair and how different she looked from Grace. Not that its a bad thing, but we just kinda thought we'd have another Gracie or Mini-Mike! Instead I think I got my mini-me :o).
The one thing I really wanted to do after giving birth to Addison was nurse her. I didn't have a chance to do this with Grace and really wanted to with Addie. I asked that my midwife or nurse help me learn how to get her latched on and help me along the way. Mike stayed in the room with me and I got to nurse my baby, successfully, for the first time. I only wish I could have had such a easy time with Grace, but it just didn't work out that way. I'm so thankful that it's worked out with Addison though, because it means
alot to me that I give it 100% and try to make it work this time. After feeding her for the first time, our family came into visit with us before they took her the nursery and me to my post
par tum room. The first night I didn't but maybe 3 hours of sleep, because she wanted to nurse
alot and had a couple of dirty diapers too. On Monday Grace came to see us and it was so good to see my first baby. Although she didn't look like my baby anymore. Suddenly she looked huge, like a kid, compared to her baby sister.
Our power still hadn't come back on by Tuesday, and we lost almost all the food in our fridge and freezer. I had Mike call the power company to see when they thought we might get the power back. FRIDAY at the earliest they said. Friday??!?! Are you kidding me? I was
devastated. I just had a baby, and all I wanted to do was go home. I was so emotional anyways, with just having a baby and really missing Gracie girl. All I wanted was to go home, sleep in my own bed and let Grace adjust to having a sister. But we couldn't. We ended up staying with Debby for 2 nights, which worked out pretty good. I was afraid that Addie would cry all night and Grace wouldn't go to sleep. It all worked out and by Thursday our power was back on, and we were able to come home. Mike didn't have to go back to work till Monday so we had a few days to get everything adjusted and back to normal. Addison has been great with breastfeeding, and while I've been sore and stuff, it's been nothing like my experience with Grace. I'm very thankful that for the most part it's been easy, and she actually is sleeping really good at night for me. Between 4-6 hours, waking up, nursing and back to sleep for a few more hours.
Grace is adjusting pretty good too. She's been sleeping great at night, like usual, but still
doesn't want to nap during the day. She's been pretty patient with me for the most part, although really trying to challenge me when I tell her no about something or tell her it's time to do something. I'm working on being patient myself, I know it's going to take time before we all adjust to having a newbie in the house. She's used to having me all to herself, and now she has to share. She doesn't seem to mind though, unless she's upset about something.
As for me, I'm trying to figure out how to deal with two kids. It's not easy, especially for me at night. I want the bedtime routines to be down pat, but so worried that they won't be. And if they don't work out the way I think they should, I get all antsy. I can't help it, bedtime is important to me. Grace should be clean and changed, have a story read to her and in bed by 8-8:30. But that seems to be the time that Addison really wants to eat
alot, because she's getting ready for her bedtime at 10:00 or so, and I'm constantly wondering how I'll make it through without going crazy. So far it's been easy, I've had Mike here almost every night to help, but now I'm worried about the nights he won't be here. Tuesday night he wasn't here, and everything went great, but I'm still having anxiety over that. That seems to be the only thing I really have to work on letting go of a little bit, knowing that it will all work out eventually, because it has so far.
So life with two is
definitely different, but I'm excited and happy about having my 2 girls. I look forward to them growing up together and playing together, and maybe being best friends one day. So until that point, I'm just going to take it one day at a time, and know that I may not always make the best decisions and probably get stressed out
allot, but having these two is so worth it. I'd do it over again if I had too, although right now -- no more babies for me! ;)