Tuesday, May 31, 2005

Birth Story

I came home from work a little bit late on Wednesday to find that Missy thought that her water might have broken while she was sitting on the toilet. I guess if your water is going to break early, the toilet isn't a bad place to have it happen! We called our doctor, who directed us to go to the hospital to get checked.

While we knew that if Missy's water really had broken the doctors would want us to have the baby within 24 hours to minimize the risk of infection, I also remembered that hospitals will generally send women who are not actively laboring home early. Even though I was pretty sure the hospital would end up sending us back home, "just in case" I put our car seat and our pre-packed labor bags into the car, and off we went!

Once we got to the hospital, though, it became clear that we wouldn't be going back home! The doctor wanted us to go into active labor, and soon, to try and have the baby within the 24-hour window.

I was kind of upset by this, because in my head, I was thinking that we wouldn't be anywhere near the hospital until we'd already labored for several hours, and Missy was just about ready to have the baby. Nevertheless, though, we did our best to get Missy to go into labor by walking around the hospital in the vicinity of our labor room, and having Missy take a shower. My mom also arrived to help us out -- she was a big help in keeping us calm and focused since things weren't exactly going to plan!

Missy ended up getting Oxytocin around 3:00am to get into active labor. After having the IV in for a few hours, this certainly got things moving, but it made the contractions a lot more difficult for Missy to handle. Up to that point, she had pretty much been cruising through them using the relaxation techniques that we'd learned in the Bradley Method class and practiced in the weeks leading up to the birth. Now, though, contractions were much more forceful and they came on a lot more sharply, which made it very difficult for Missy to get into her relaxed state before the contraction started peaking.

At around 10:00am, our nurse examined us and announced that Missy was 6 centimeters dialated. At the same time, Missy started having an extremely difficult time with labor; she threw up a few times, and felt really sick and in a lot of pain. Since we thought we might have a few hours of this ahead of us (thinking 6/10 cm dialed = 60% finished with labor), we weren't sure we'd be able to realize our goal of a labor with no pain medication.

However, we had learned about "transition", a 30 minute or so period of labor where things get very difficult for the laboring woman, immediately prior to the pushing stage (which is usually comparatively easier). Missy's suddenly having a much harder time when she was doing so great before was consistent with being in transition, so I encouraged Missy to stick it out, just in case our "60% done" estimate was not accurate.

And that did turn out to be the case! After 20-30 minutes of having a really difficult time, Missy announced she was ready to push! I ran out to the lobby to grab my mom, who had gone out a while earlier to greet some family members who had arrived at the hospital to await the new baby's arrival. When I got back, Missy really wanted to push, but the nurse told us to wait, our doctor was in the O.R. with another patient and not available yet!

Fortunately, between the two of us we convinced the nurse that Missy really needed to push *now* -- because she did, she couldn't hold back! -- and a resident doctor and the on-staff hospital doctor arrived. Missy pushed the baby out amazingly quickly, especially for a first-time mom, getting him out within about 20 minutes on the strength of just a few hard pushes.



I'm so proud of the effort that Missy made in getting our new son into the world! Despite things not quite going as planned, Missy brought little Elijah into the world very strongly and bravely. My gentle wife has some serious nerves of steel!

Baby Elijah has Arrived!!

After 9 months of pregnancy and 7 months of blogging... baby Elijah has arrived!

Baby Elijah

Mom and baby are doing great!

Vital statistics:

Full name: Elijah Scott Schneider
Weight: 6 pounds, 8 ounces
Height: 20.25 inches

More details to come in a subsequent post!

Tuesday, May 24, 2005

Full-term! I could pop at any minute!

The baby is now considered full-term, which scares the ba-jeebies out of me. :) That means that he could be born AT ANY TIME. As Jon said to me, “You’re a ticking time bomb!” Hmph. It is comforting to know though that if Elijah would be born now that he is considered perfectly okay and fully developed. Pregnancies are full-term from 38-42 weeks, and I’m holding out (or in?) for a little closer to the 42 weeks part. :)

We’ve been seeing the doctor every week now the last couple times. We haven’t had an internal exam yet though (I held them off last time, I didn’t want one so I just didn't get undressed and the doctor didn't say anything). We have another appointment today, and I haven’t decided whether to be examined or not. If they tell me I’m not dilated or effaced yet it doesn’t really mean anything – I could still pop this kid out tomorrow. And if I am dilated it still doesn’t mean anything – people often sit at 2 and 3 centimeters dilated for weeks before having the baby. But every time you get examined it’s another chance for infection and for premature rupture of the amniotic sac, so I’m leaning towards waiting another week until getting an exam. Who knows though, curiosity could get the better of me and I could want to find out if I’m dilated at all. Even though I intellectually know that it doesn’t really mean much it would be cool to scare people by telling them I’m dilated to X centimeters. :) They’ll be afraid I’ll have the baby right in front of them! Stand back, people, she's gonna blow! :)

Another weekend o' baby fun!

The weekends left until the baby get here are winding down. So Jon and I made good use of this past weekend. We went shopping for nursery stuff (curtain rods, ledges, diapers, new pajamas for the hospital), packed our hospital bag (well, mostly), installed our new curtain rod and curtains, and even had time to go out for dinner and see the new Star Wars movie! All this with only a minimum of fighting, mostly because little Ms. Hormonal gets worked up over every little thing. :) We even installed the baby seat in the car – the last thing that HAD to be done before they will let us actually take our baby home with us. So now all we really need is the baby. But I’m hoping he hangs in there a little longer so our chair can show up and I can finish decorating the nursery. Even without decorations the nursery is really cute though. I’m such a dork – I go in there all the time and just sit and look around. It’s my favorite room in the house now. :)

This next weekend promises to be just as busy, but I’m hoping to get a few more things done. We’re seeing friends on Friday night and Monday, and hopefully seeing Jon’s dad on Saturday. And it’s our 6-year anniversary on Sunday! So we’re planning to celebrate (Elijah cooperating, of course) by going out for one last swanky dinner as just the two of us, before our lives are altered forever (everyone keeps saying for the better and I’m sure that will be true, but I still think it’s okay for us to feel a little sad about our time as being just Jon and Missy coming to an end).

Thursday, May 19, 2005

I'm like a tiger? Hmm . . .

Jon said the cutest thing last night . . .

We were talking last night after he got home from work and at some point Elijah started kicking so I moved my shirt up so we could see it “in the flesh”, so to speak. We watched for a bit and I made some comment about my beautiful stretch marks (*sarcasm*). In response, Jon said, “I think they’re cool. I like them! They’re stripes. You’re like a tiger!” I couldn’t stop laughing for about five minutes. What a cutie! Being “like a tiger” is the most positive spin I’ve ever heard put on having stretch marks! The sweetest thing is that I know he meant what he said and wasn’t just saying it to make me feel better. :) I’m glad he’s around to be silly and goofy with me and keep me from getting depressed about things like stretch marks!