I'm not going to go into gory details of his birth, which there are a lot of, so don't worry about that. I'll be as PG as possible.
Well, I was a week overdue so my doctor decided to induce me. We set the date for Wednesday November 26, 2014. I was to be there at 7 in the morning-Wooh that was early for a giant pregnant woman. Here is the last picture I took as a pregnant woman as well, at 40 weeks.
I felt giant and huge and I really was. My back was still hurting, but they promised it would feel better after baby was born. Also my hair was a hot mess. So the night before Julie, Isaacs sister, and the best sister in the ENTIRE world came over and stayed the night because she would be taking care of Shepard and helping us in the morning.
I was so freaked out I hardly slept the night before.
We woke up at like 5 or something and got everything ready. We had to call an hour ahead to make sure there was room for us. I must mention that I was freaking out the week before because all of my friends were having their babies and I was not having mine, I was a hot mess of emotions and I don't know how Isaac put up with it. I'm going to say this like 300 times in this post, but he is the best husband in the entire world.
We went to the hospital and they showed us the room. Then all the fun begins. So you have to get an IV when you have a baby, and Isaac told me it's not that bad, they numb your hand. So I was prepared, but guess what, they didn't numb my hand. Instead they shoved a giant tube into my hand with no pain meds. If you know me, I don't do well with stuff like that. So I started freaking out and almost passed out. It was really awesome. They put me on Oxygen, which made me feel much better. Oxygen became my friend that day.
So they started the Pitocin and everything was going well. I was already having contractions when they hooked me up to the machine, so I was already ready to go. I didn't feel much, so I was like "This labor thing is no big deal, I got this." I honestly thought this for awhile.
Isaac took a nap and I watched "Say Yes to the Dress" for like a million hours.
This is Isaac sleeping in the hospital, because I was totally fine.
As you can see I was as happy as a clam.
Had my ice chips and doing just fine.
Isaac was so great during this part that I had no concerns whatsoever. In order to go to the bathroom I had to carry the IV tower and unplug from like every machine in the hospital. He helped me the whole time. If a marriage can make it through labor it can make it through anything. I honestly believe that because labor is not pretty.
Despite it not being pretty I thought it was going pretty great. I totally could handle it. Then the doctor broke my water. After that I was certain that I was going to die. It honestly felt like someone was trying to rip my insides out and nothing was fun and exciting anymore because real labor started.
Poor Isaac just sat in a chair and watched me moan in pain, until I was like I need meds. So they gave me this IV pain medication that made me so dizzy, I once again thought I was going to die, but I fell asleep for about an hour, which is how long it lasts, and woke up to the worst pain of my entire life. I then made Isaac like run out of the room to see if I could get an Epidural. Luckily I was dilated enough to get one and I had never been more happy.
At the hospital they have this chart of happy faces that you gauge your pain level on. They asked me my pain level and I said "I guess a 10 because there are tears in my eyes." So they got the epidural guy on in there. That process wasn't so bad, but my body had enough for one day. So once again I started getting dizzy and they gave me oxygen again, and it was the most wonderful thing in the whole world, besides when the epidural kicked in, that was magical.
My blood pressure dropped, which happens sometimes after you get an epidural, so I got to get another shot, but that wasn't bad and I could only lay on my left side because I felt pretty terrible if I was on my right side for some weird reason.
After that everything was smooth sailing. I want to take a minute and say that the hospital should sell ice chips because those were the most wonderful things in the entire world.
It wasn't until about 9 at night when the doctor came to the hospital to check me and I had dilated quite a ways, but Desmond was still pretty high up in my belly. So he said he would be back at midnight to check on me. Soon after that the epidural started to wear off in my right side because I was still laying on my left side and the medicine becomes uneven. So the nurse came in and helped me turn over.
This nurse I had was named Melissa and she was an angel sent straight from heaven. She was the the nurse that was with me when Desmond was born and she made my life so much easier and stress free. I had great nurses the whole time, but I will always remember her being the nurse who really got me through the hardest part of labor.
She came in and turned me over. After that Desmond's heart rate shot up and she said that it was normal sometimes after you move and that it should go back down soon, but it didn't. So she came back in and tried to move me a few more times to see if that would do it, but nothing was doing it. So she called the doctor because Desmond was now in distress. At this point everything happened really fast. It was almost midnight and I was really exhausted.
I was going to have to have a C-section and I was not ready for that. I had to sign a bunch of papers, and when I signed one I didn't remember if I said I wanted a blood transfusion or not so I had to have the nurse double check and make sure. They put me on some hardcore oxygen to try and keep Desmond's heart rate down.
The anesthesiologist came in and gave me hardcore dose of medicine in my Epidural line which numbed me from the chest down. That was pretty weird. They gave me all these "If this happens..." scenarios that were really scary. Everyone kept telling me all of these things that were going to happen and they were all telling me really fast. I think the worst part was that Isaac had to stay in the room and put surgical gear on and he couldn't come into the operating room until I was ready.
So he told me everything was going to be okay and kissed me and they took me away. They put me on the surgical bed under all of these lights and it was freezing and I was freaking out. But my nurse told me she would stay with me the whole time, and she did. When I got in there the PA from my doctor's office, Monica, was there and she is the nicest and funniest lady in the entire world so I started to feel better.
The anesthesiologist told me that they would do some tests to make sure I was numb before starting. They finally let Isaac back in and I was so happy that he was there. He also looked pretty cool in all that surgical gear. If he was freaking out he sure wasn't showing it. He was solid as a rock.
The doctor started and the anesthesiologist was just like "Oh they started" haha. I had no idea it was crazy. It only took about 5 minutes when they said I would feel a lot of pressure, which was weird, but then they pulled Desmond out. He started crying immediately and it was the best sound in the entire world. I always think I'm going to be emotional at these kinds of things, but like when I got married I just couldn't stop laughing. It was really awesome. Oh man, I don't know how to describe that first cry. It was the biggest relief and also the sweetest moment. I also couldn't believe that they had just pulled a human out of me, that was nuts.
They put him through this window where they cleaned him off and tested him and what not. Then they gave him to Isaac and Isaac brought him to me. He wasn't crying anymore, but his giant eyes were open and he blinked at me and the first thing I said was "Hello booger" and then I said to Isaac, "He look just like you."
He was born November 27, 2014 at 12:27am. He was 7lbs 7oz and was 20.5in long. (Jake won the bet)
At this point they put a TON of meds in me, so I don't remember a lot. I remember staring at the baby forever and then they made him and Isaac leave again. People kept talking to me and I didn't realize that they were talking to me. I was really loopy. I finally ended up in the recovery room where we took our very first family picture. I have never been more happy, tired, or loopy in my entire life.
Our first family picture
After that our crazy new life began. The nurses thought Desmond was the most chill baby that they had worked with. He's still a pretty chill kid. He's a big fan of just hanging out and doesn't like to cry. He was the best newborn for someone who just had surgery.
Recovery as rough and those first few days after surgery were really hard. That's where I want to express how incredibly grateful I am for my incredible husband. He put up with a lot, he had to really take care of me and he didn't complain for a simple second. He put up with my craziness. He helped me in the middle of the night. I didn't change a diaper for the first week of Desmond's life because I could hardly move. He walked with me around the hospital, he helped me shower. I honestly could not have gotten through it without him. I was so happy that I married him and I had a child with him, I always knew he would be a great dad, and he has always been a great husband, but he exceeded my expectations to what a husband would do for his wife. I love him with all of my heart and I could not love any one more that I love him. Like, for reals, I don't think I could honestly describe how much I love him and appreciate all that he did for me. There are no words for the amount of adoration I have for him. He not only helped me in the hospital, but my recovery after that as well. I am so lucky to be his wife, and I am so lucky that he his my best friend. I must also say he's pretty fine too. :). Look at him being all cute in that picture. I'm glad my kid looks like him.
Sorry about my albino skin blinding your eyes, but these are some of Desmond's first picture and moments of life. His poor face had this little rash on it because he got stuck inside of me, haha, poor kid. I was really surprised he had hair. I was bald till I was like 7 or something ;). I love this kid so much and I am so glad he let me be his mom. He has blessed my life so much since he has been here.
I'll be writing much more about his life in the next following posts. They probably won't be as long, He's pretty chill and just hangs out a lot.
If you got this far, congratulations you live through my ramblings, I hope you enjoyed it, at least somewhat.
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