Monday, September 7, 2015

Oaklee Scout

I'm back with a quick minute to talk about Oaklee's arrival.

(I think she's pretty perfect, but I realize I may be biased.)

Her birth: The easiest thing ever. Seriously, it was a walk in the park on a breezy day compared to Brecken's entry into a tornado of activity and thunderclouds overhead.

I was induced, so I got a fairly nice night of sleep on Sunday, August 23rd. (Fairly nice sleep is as good as it gets when you're full term.) We got up early, checked email, then got ready to head to the hospital. My parents came to stay with the boys, take Brody to preschool, and then bring Brecken in to say hi before Baby Sister came.

We stopped off to get Brad a good cup of coffee, checked into the hospital by 7:30, and were all ready to go by 8 am. My main nurse happened to be a girl we've met a few times before through mutual friends but didn't really know all that well. (Due to the nature of our hospital visit, she now knows nearly every part of my body...) She and another nurse were the sweetest things...I am not sure that hospital care gets much better!

I was already dilated to a four or five and almost entirely effaced, so this was going to be a pretty smooth process, it seemed.

And it was.

First came the Pitocin through a drip bag. That began around 10 am or so, after I'd had some fluids. Next came the epidural. My doctor wanted me to get the epidural pretty quickly after getting the Pitocin and before she broke my water because she thought I'd go quickly.

It's a good thing she thought ahead.

She broke my water around 11:45, and by 12:30 when the nurse asked if I was feeling any pressure I said, "Yes, maybe a little."

"Ok," she said after checking me. "You're ready. Let's get your doctor back here. It's time to push."

I pushed about five times with only two nurses and a surgical tech in the room, then my doctor came in and I pushed a couple more times. Then Oaklee was here.

It was the easiest thing ever.

I didn't feel a thing, and there was no stress or drama involved, as there was with Brecken. With his delivery, there were about 20 nurses, a NICU doctor and crew, the on-duty OB/GYN (who I also happened to know), and about five others whose roles I didn't even know (They might have been janitors, for all I know). I had been in the hospital for 10 days, my labor was stopped with medicine on that 10th day, then sped up with Pitocin when they realized I had an infection (fever and chills), and the anesthesiologist was later than I would've liked. I also felt like I was pushing for the sake of his little life, because they wanted no stress put on his head whatsoever (which led to a complete episiotomy...which then led to a longer recovery). Then he spent 5 weeks in the NICU, so I went home without him and pumped and pumped and pumped so he could be fed through a tube, then eventually through a bottle. I then went back to work while he spent time in the NICU (nothing much I could do for him while he was there). I even attempted to coach some volleyball with part of my brain and all of my heart missing. (A look at the preemie life here and here.)

When he came home I pumped, then bottle-fed, which means a normal feeding took about 2 hours. At that point, I attempted to coach volleyball with half a brain. It was so "neat."

He got shots to prevent RSV, several checkups, extra eye tests, and developmental screenings.

Aside from her thinking she is starving half of the time, Oaklee just chills and groans happily. If I would have known birth was usually this easy I might have wanted to do it again sooner after having Brecken. Or maybe not. We will never know.

And after a successful and easy entrance into our family (finally), I'd say we are done. (A post about the crazy ways our children have entered our lives here.)

Now just to get Clementine HOME.