Well it wasn't without great effort that this baby finally arrived. I thought for sure I would go early, I was huge. Believe me I tried all the tricks in the book to get this little girl here by Thanksgiving. Foot rubs, spicy food, bumpy car rides, lots of walking and jumping, I even worked up til the day before Thanksgiving. But none of it worked. I still had a baby inside me when Turkey day arrived, I didn't give up hope that she would come soon though since Brennen had all weekend off. Much to my dismay she didn't, I was having lots of contractions but nothing closer than 7 or 8 minutes apart. It happened thursday friday and saturday nights, I would get contractions constantly then I would fall asleep and wake up and they would be gone. Saturday night I woke up with a few harder contractions on and off but kept falling back asleep. Then I woke up at 3 and went the bathroom, when I laid back down I felt a little trickle of water, but that was it, fell back asleep. Then I woke up at 4 am to gushing water. My water broke, but still I wasn't having regular contractions just gushing water every time I stood. Called the hospital and they said to come right up. So we called Bayli and she came down to stay with Foster. As we were getting ready to leave he woke up and started singing Happy Birthday, no crying or fussing, just sat straight up and started singing. He knew! The night before when I was putting him to bed he was cuddling with me and he patted my belly and said "get out". Didn't think anything of it then but I think he really was having some revelations:) When we got all checked in and hooked up and I was only dilated to a 3. So we waited an hour, still a 3. Got my epidural at 7:30 am, then we started pitosin. Contractions were coming but not real consistently so they wanted to monitor closer so they put in a uterine sensor that measured the strength of the contractions, then upped the pitosin again, by 11 I was a 5, then a 8 at 1pm, then the dr came in at 2 and I was a 10, he was in-between his sunday meetings and was in a rush so he wanted to start pushing. I was a bit unprepared though, I thought I would have had more time to give myself a pep talk. So we pushed for a solid 30 minutes and she moved but then was doing the exact same thing Foster was doing, getting stuck on my pelvic bone, after numerous failed attempts to get past it, the Dr said he would like to use the vacuum, if I was ok with it. At this point of hunger and exhaustion I was ok with anything that needed to be done to get her out. She was turned slightly sideways so her head was already mis-shaped. A few good pushes and her head was out, but shoulders were turned just enough that they were stuck as well. I had nurses pushing on my stomach and my legs and the Dr was pulling. Her shoulder displaced and it allowed her to come out. The cord was wrapped around her head and neck so they were in a hurry to get her out, the Dr was pulling the cord away from neck as we were trying to get her shoulders out. All they all could say was she is huge for someone like you. So I was thinking a 9-10 lb baby, so I was ok with the 8 lbs 2oz that she really was. Dr Fowers was great and his last words to me were. "we are not doing that again, we will not be going 40 weeks and 1 day." Hallelujah, after trying to get the little bug out I would have to agree. She has a skip in her heartbeat that they are monitoring and she had jaundice so she was on the lights 24 hrs a day except for feeding and changing from thursday until monday. Which totally sucked but it could have been worse. She was down to 6 oz at her 3 day appt, but didn't surprise me while she latched on great she was so sleepy from the jaundice that it was hard to get her to eat consistently. She is a very gassy baby and has a real hard time getting her poop out, the poor girls tries so hard. But she is beautiful and a pretty content baby, just still has her nights and days mixed up.
View from the delivery room. It was a chilly morning with a little snow.
Please don't judge her by her looks in the next few pics, her head was so not in a symmetrical shape the cone head was there, but the right side was indented in from her position.
So we had a list of names that we were trying to decide from, I kind of wanted to give her a family name of some sort since that was what we did with Foster. I loved the name Annie which was my great grandmother on the Godderidge's sides name. Brennen was not a fan of it at all, so her maiden name was Collins, which Brennen liked much better. I know some people might look at her weird but I think it is a beautiful name and after reading up on some genealogy and history, and a few temple visits I knew that is what her name should be. So Collins Annie Reese it is. I hope she can be as determined as my great grandmother was. She did not have an easy life, but she made the most of what she had and persevered and lived until she was 99 years old.
She was not a fan of her first bath, except for the head bath under the sink.
Thank goodness I have talented friends to help me, we did a little photo shoot and got some much better pics, Sorry for the overload but have to share, there is nothing more beautiful than a sleeping newborn.
It's been two weeks, I am still a little sore, my milk is definitely here and I am so lucky to be a mother, while its not easy and my temper has been short with this little man, he sure does love his sister. If she even makes a peep he is there to rescue her while he may choke her with her binky its all out of love. We just have to keep a real close eye on the two of them.
We will keep you updated, as we go tomorrow for her 2 week check, Pray for a good heart beat and good bili levels.
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