Thursday, April 5, 2012

Elliot James: A Birth Story

Dear Elliot,
I can remember so vividly the morning I wrote my first "birth story." It was two days after your big sister died and was born. I was laying in bed, tears streaming down my face, as I tried to put into words the emotions of that sad, sad day.

Ever since, I've been dreaming of the day I'd be able to write a birth story with a happy ending. And tonight, as I'm sitting here typing, with your warm little body snuggled up against my chest, listening to you breathe and make sweet baby noises in your sleep, the tears are falling once again. Only this time they are tears of joy and such happiness. I am so excited to share with you the story of your birth, Baby Boy. Here we go.

My last morning being pregnant began like it often did during early days of my pregnancy: with a nice big puke. I didn't really feel nervous (excited, definitely!), but apparently I was. Our induction was scheduled for 6AM, so Dad and I were up and getting ready in the wee hours of the morning, when it was still pitch dark outside. As I was brushing my teeth, doing my hair, and getting dressed, I kept thinking, "the next time I do this, he will be here." Then as I put on my shoes, said goodbye to the dogs, and got ready to walk out the door, "when I come back home, he will be with me."

The drive to the hospital was totally surreal. It felt like we were the only car on the road (guess not many people are out and about at 5:30 in the morning!). I just stared out the window thinking to myself over and over again, "we're going to have a baby today."

When we got to the hospital, it felt as empty as the roads. We lugged our bags through the long halls and up the elevator to the Labor and Delivery floor. Since we'd been there just a few times the week leading up to our induction, we knew right where to go. We walked up to the admissions area and I said, "hi, I'm here to have a baby today." We got all checked in and were taken to our room.

I changed into a lovely hospital gown (which I ripped off pretty much as soon as the contractions began a couple hours later!), and they started me on a Pitocin IV right away.


At about 7:15, my doctor came in and broke my bag of waters. For some reason, I expected there to just be one big gush and that's it, but it just kept coming and coming!

Over the next hour or so, I started to feel pretty crampy, but nothing too uncomfortable. My mom got to the hospital and I was able to hang out and talk with her and Dad for awhile.


At around 8:15, my doula, Jo, arrived and quickly began 'relaxifying' the room. She dimmed the lights, got some aromatherapy scents going, turned on music, and started doing some light touch massage while I was laying on my side. Her presence alone made everything feel so much more relaxed, calm, and peaceful.

Shortly after Jo started doing the massage, I started to notice the cramping was now coming in waves. At this point, I mainly felt it in my back. As the pressure waves/contractions got stronger, I began using some of the breathing techniques I learned through the Hypnobabies program. With every breath I took in through my nose, I imagined I was breathing in relaxation. Then as I exhaled, I directed that relaxation to my back. It sounds strange I'm sure, but I was literally picturing a stream of relaxation going directly into my back, where the contractions were happening, and it was working.

I could start to feel my body really getting into a rhythm. Every couple of minutes, another wave would come. At some point, as they got more intense, Jo began applying counter pressure on my back as they came. That felt seriously amazing.


At about 10:00, my nurse came in to check on how things were progressing. I told her I was having pretty strong contractions, but I don't think she really believed I could be making much progress yet. She said, "well you're still smiling through everything. I'll be able to tell once the contractions really begin because you're face will change," or something like that. I think she assumed that because I had no epidural or pain meds, that I would be crying out in pain once I was truly in labor.

I got up to go to the bathroom and the contractions started to intensify. I got through a couple of them on the toilet, then decided to try the birth ball for awhile.


Jo continued to help me through each contraction by massaging my back and applying that counter-pressure right where I needed it.


Using my self-hypnosis techniques, I was able to stay in such a relaxed state. I have no idea how long I was on the birth ball for because I was so focused on directing my breathing and keeping my body nice and limp.

At some point being in an upright position was no longer comfortable for me and I returned to the bed. Being on my side, supported by about a million pillows was my favorite position by far. The next time I got up to use the bathroom, I threw up. From that point on, things got pretty intense. I won't lie, the last couple hours or so of labor were hard. Really hard. BUT I got through it.

My mom told me she would have sworn I was on drugs at this point, I was just so in 'the zone.' Everything that was going on around me is a blur, but I know I went from 5 to 8cm in about an hour (I think), and then from 8 to 10cm in like 20 minutes. During this time, the contractions were permeating through my entire body. It's really hard to put into words how they felt, but I guess I'd describe them as incredibly strong pressure sensations that would rise in intensity, peak, then fall, every minute or so. As Jo kept massaging my back, I started getting louder and more vocal with my breathing. As I exhaled I would let out a long "Ohhhh," saying the word "Ohhhpen" in my head, picturing my cervix opening wider and wider with each breath.

If I didn't completely relax my body, the contractions were almost unbearable. There were a couple points where I started to try and 'fight' them by tensing up, and it hurt so, so bad, to the point where I cried out, "I can't do this anymore!!!" Thank God I had Jo to remind me to continue breathing and relaxing. Because I was in a state of self-hypnosis, when she would say "relax" or "keep breathing," my body would just automatically respond and comply. I really can't believe how well it all worked!

Somewhere during all of this, my nurse realized things were progressing a lot faster than she had thought. All of a sudden people were in the room, turning on lights and setting things up for delivery. I found out later the nurse had to call my doctor back and tell her to hurry up and get to the hospital because the "few hours" she thought we had before delivery had turned into "any minute now!"I remember feeing a sense of excitement in the room, then looking up at her and saying, "how much longer?" She smiled and said, "honey, you're about to push that baby out!"


Before my doctor arrived, I felt the sudden urge to push. Like, I had to start pushing, there was no doubt about it. I had always assumed that the pushing phase was the most painful, but it was actually more of a relief. I think I yelled out, "I need to push!" and the nurse told me to go ahead. I was still on my side at this point. I began pushing as I exhaled during each contraction. And it felt so good. I was trying to stay focused but I was definitely getting excited. I could feel you moving farther and farther down and I remember thinking, "oh my God, this is really happening. He's almost here!"

As I kept breathing, pushing, and feeling you moving down, I would quietly breathe out, "is he still okay?" every minute or so. It was like I just couldn't believe you were still alive and about to be born that way.

Finally, at around 1:30, my doctor arrived and they began taking off the end of the bed and setting everything up for delivery. "I hear you've done amazing, Kristin," my doctor said as she got into position. I think I attempted a half-smile and a quiet "thanks. Is he almost out?"

I turned over onto my back and pushed really hard for about 15 minutes, I think, but it felt like seconds. My doctor told me to bring my hand down to touch your head, which was now starting to poke out. She said, "baby's got a big head!" to which I replied, "must have a big brain from all that DHA I've been taking."


"Kristin, I need you to give me just a couple more big pushes, okay?" my doctor said. I bared down as hard and as long as I could, and felt your head push through my body. Then, immediately after, the rest of you came slipping out.

And then, the most amazing, wonderful sound I've ever heard in my entire life. My baby boy screaming.


As you left my body, I could feel all the fear, all the sadness, all the anxiety I'd been carrying around for the last nine months--no, almost two years--leave with you. In that one moment, the huge weight that had been laying on my chest melted away. I could finally breathe again.

Grandma (my mom) was sobbing. Tears of pure joy. "you're rainbow baby is here!" she kept saying.


I can't even express how I felt as they placed you on my chest. Happiness, relief, disbelief. Overwhelming love.


I held you close and kept repeating, "I did it. I can't believe he's here. I can't believe he's mine." I have no clue what was going on around me; time, and the rest of the world, seemed to stop the moment I met you.


Dad was able to cut your umbilical cord. 


Then he came over to meet you. I hadn't seen that look on his face since the day he first saw your sister. A look of such awe, such pride, such love.


After awhile, you latched on to eat for the first time. Amazing, amazing feeling.



Eventually they took you to check your vitals and your weight while my doctor stitched me up (I had a third degree tear). Dad followed you over to the other side of room and I watched from my bed. I continued to say, "I just can't believe he's really here" over and over again.







8 pounds, 9 ounces, 21 3/4 inches long. Just perfect.


 I never imagined that when I finally got my 'happy ending' it could be quite this happy.



Dad and I love you more than words can say, little Elliot. Thank you for coming into our world and giving us the honor of being your mom and dad.

All my love,
Mom

PS. A huge thank you to my friend Danii for taking these beautiful birth photos, my amazing Doula, Jo, for her invaluable support and encouragement, and my awesome Hypnobabies instructor (and friend!), Lindsey for helping me get the natural birth I was hoping for. You guys are all incredible!

Friday, March 30, 2012

First week in pictures

Dear Elliot,
I still need to write up your wonderful birth story, but just haven't gotten around to it yet (turns out these baby creatures require a lot of time and attention!). In the meantime, I thought I'd share a few pictures of your first week of life on the outside.

You are seriously just the sweetest, most adorable baby ever. I realize I'm a bit biased, but really, you are pretty amazing. Your big chubby cheeks, your long feet, the way you grab onto my fingers when you're sleeping, the crazy look you get in your eyes as your root around, looking for mama's breast when you're hungry, the little cooing noises you make as you fall asleep, the warmth of your body against my chest when we snuggle. I am in awe and in love with every little part of you.

I can't believe you're already a whole week old, and that you're really mine.





















 We are so happy you are here, Baby.

Love,
Mom

Friday, March 23, 2012

Introducing...


Elliot James Cook
Born screaming at 2:00PM
March 23rd
8 pounds, 9 ounces
21 3/4 inches long

Daddy's huge hands, Mama's dark hair, Big Sister Stevie's button nose

Pure joy


Will write more later, but just wanted to say a HUGE thank you to everyone who has been rooting for us. You have no idea how much all your love and support has meant to our family! Now off for more cuddle time with my son. :)

Love,
Kristin

Thursday, March 22, 2012

The night before...

Dear Elliot,
As I was blow drying my hair a few minutes ago, getting ready for bed, it dawned on me. The next time I take a shower, the next time I dry my hair, you'll be here. How do you even wrap your head around something like that?

In approximately nine hours, we'll be headed to the hospital. I have a feeling these are going to be the longest nine hours of my entire life.

It all just feels so surreal, knowing my life is about to be transformed in such a profound way. Just like everything changed after Stevie was born--essentially dividing my life into 'before Stevie' and 'after Stevie'--everything is about to change again. I have nine hours left 'before Elliot.' I can't wait to finally be at the 'after Elliot' point.

I love you beyond words and am so incredibly excited to finally meet you face-to-face and look into your eyes.

See you tomorrow!

Love,
Mom

Tuesday, March 20, 2012

Patience

Dear Elliot,
So I'm always talking about all the things your sister taught me. Stuff about love, compassion, etc etc. Well you, my son, are currently teaching me a lot about patience! I am not a patient person by nature. I'm like the opposite actually. I hate waiting for anything, especially things I really, really want. And I've never wanted anything as badly as I want you.

My body's been just teasing me since my last update. On Friday night, I started having contractions that were coming at what I thought was every 3-5 minutes or so. My doctor had told me earlier that day, after stripping my membranes, to head to L&D if they were 7-10 minutes apart, since I was already 4cm dialated and it could go fast once it began. So we went to the hospital, where the monitor actually showed my contractions were 2-4 minutes apart. They weren't very uncomfortable or intense, however, so they had me walk around the hospital for an hour and come back to be re-checked. I hadn't made any progress after an hour of walking, so they sent me home.

All weekend I continued to have contractions that never really picked up in strength. Every now and then I'd get a pretty painful one, but they weren't coming regularly.

Grandma (my mom) came over on Saturday and helped me clean the house (and by 'helped me' I mean she insisted on doing pretty much everything herself to save me from 'inhaling too much dust' and things like that!). That afternoon I had some 'bloody show' (I don't know what's grosser--that word combo or 'mucus plug!'), and I was sure that meant real labor had to be just around the corner.

Welp, I was wrong. By Sunday afternoon, my contractions had all but disappeared. They came back that night, but were pretty much gone by Monday morning.

Yesterday I had my last ultrasound and NST. Everyone at my doctor's office was like, 'oh we thought for sure you would have delivered by now!' when I walked in the door.

Last night I had the most uncomfortable contractions and cramps I've experienced yet. But again this morning? Nada. Maybe I will be one of those people that is already like 7cm dialated by the time they  they are actually in active labor :)

I've tried everything they say to try to get labor started. But I guess you are just not quite ready yet. At least I am going to end up with buns and legs of steel from all the walking, squatting, dancing, and bouncing on my birth ball I have been doing!

I'm trying to be patient, baby boy. But this whole experience is really stretching me (pun not intended, haha). I've basically been waiting for a baby since December of 2009, when I found out I was pregnant with Stevie. You'd think after over two years, getting through these last few days would be easy. I'm just so freaking ready to be done with the waiting!

Just come on out little E. I promise you're really going to enjoy it out here. You have no idea how very loved you are, by so many people.

XOXO,
Mom

Friday, March 16, 2012

Quick Update

Dear Elliot,
Just a really quick update on where we're at. I had my 38-week OB appointment today and you're still looking great! According to the ultrasound, you are measuring in at just under 8 pounds. Sounds like a perfect size to me!

I also found out I am up to 4cm dialated and 70-80% effaced. Pretty awesome that when I go into actual labor I'll already be like halfway done! :) My doctor did strip my membranes, too, so that may or may not get things moving.

My doctor also said you have dropped down quite a bit. Can you tell from the picture? I can definitely feel myself waddling more!


I'm not gonna lie--this week has been hard. I feel like I've almost reached my breaking point and my nerves are just shot. There have been lots of tears (mostly for no reason other than being emotionally drained). I am just so ready to have you in my arms.

Alright, little guy. Hope you're getting as excited to meet me as I am to meet you!

Love you,
Mom

Wednesday, March 14, 2012

First trip to L&D

Dear Elliot,
First of all, everything is fine. I'm okay, you're okay, and you're still inside cookin' away. But yesterday was definitely one of the most stressful, scary days I've had during this entire pregnancy. I'll start at the beginning.

In the morning, I had a BPP (biophysical profile) ultrasound and nonstress test (where they hook you up to the monitors and watch the heart rate) at my OB's office. These two tests together give you a 'score' of how well the baby is doing, based on five criteria: amniotic fluid levels, body movement, tone (example: flexing of the hands), practice breathing movements, and a reactive nonstress test (meaning the heart rate fluctuates and accelerates during movement). You can either get 2 or 0 points for each of the categories. So a score of 10/10 is perfect, 8/10 is considered 'normal,' 6/10 is borderline (repeat the testing), and 4/10 or less is immediate delivery.

I've had like 12 of these things done, since about 32 weeks, and you've scored 10/10 every time.

But yesterday you scored 8/10. During the ultrasound, everything looked good, but you didn't do any practice breathing movements. The ultrasound tech said that was totally 'fine' to fail that part, and sent me to the NST portion of the testing.

Of course I was nervous having anything less than a perfect score, but I was trying to stay calm and not get too upset over it. Well, that didn't work out so well. And I think what happened next had a lot to do with it.

So there are two recliners in the NST room. Sometimes I'm the only patient having an NST done, so I sit in one chair, strapped up to the monitors, and Dad sits in the other one, usually playing Sodoku on his iPod or something. Yesterday, though, there was another girl getting hooked up at the same time as me (so Dad was out in the waiting room). One of the nurses strapped me up and found your heartbeat right away. But across the room, two other nurses were struggling with the other girl in the chair. I overheard that she was 36 weeks pregnant with twins, and that they were able to locate one of the heart beats, but not the other.

As time went on, I could sense panic in the room. "Turn off your cellphone!" one of the nurses almost snapped at me, "maybe it's interfering with the machine." Then, to the girl, "when is the last time you felt baby move?" I was sitting there, the sound of loud static coming from the monitor across the room totally overpowering the sound of your heart beat coming from my own, watching this all-too-familiar scene play right out in front of me. It brought me right back to that morning on the exam table, when my doctor was searching all over my belly for Stevie's heart beat, and I literally felt sick to stomach. After about 10 minutes, they finally told the girl that they would have to send her over for an ultrasound, and she left.

As I was leaving the office about a half an hour later, I saw the ultrasound tech having a very somber/serious conversation with some of the people who had been working with the girl in the NST room. I'm hoping and praying I am wrong, but it didn't look like good news.

Anyway, having you get a less than perfect score on your testing, coupled with this whole scary ordeal, had me pretty shaken up. I didn't get to see a doctor or anything after the tests (my doctor wasn't even in the office that day), so I went home feeling incredibly uneasy.

Once home, all I could think about was that 8 out of 10. I know an 8 is still considered 'normal,' but isn't the point of having all this testing done to watch for any changes? To catch anything even the least bit  concerning before its too late? Maybe if you hadn't done the practice breathing movements every other time I wouldn't have been as scared, but I didn't feel okay about what felt like a decline in your state of well-being.

Then I started thinking maybe you hadn't been moving as much either.

So I called my doctor's office and talked to the triage nurse about my concerns. She basically reiterated that an 8/10 was fine and told me to do kick counts and try to relax. That just wasn't good enough for me. She told me I could always go into the hospital to be monitored if that would make me feel better, so that's what we did.

I'm just not taking any chances this time.

When we got to the Maternal Assessment Center on the L&D floor, they hooked me up to the monitors right away. They said your heart rate was great and reactive and that that was a much better indicator of well-being than the practice breathing. I basically said, "okay, great, but I still want to redo the ultrasound and see if he is still not passing that part." I explained how I realize I probably sound crazy and paranoid, but that given my history of sudden stillbirth, I need the reassurance that my baby is not just doing 'okay,' but is thriving inside. Otherwise, I just want him out. Now. Dad even stepped in and explained that what we were concerned about was not just the score/number (8), but the fact that it didn't fit with our baby's pattern. If he had a history of sometimes getting 8's, sometimes getting 10's, that would be different. This was scary.

The L&D nurse went out of the room to call my doctor and I overheard her say something like, "I don't think she's going to leave without seeing her baby again." She was right! :)

So she redid the ultrasound for me, and this time you cooperated and did your practice breathing. So a 10/10. As soon as I saw you take a breath, I felt like I could finally breathe again too.

After the ultrasound and an hour on the monitors, the nurse called my doctor again. I overheard her saying that everything looked good, and that according to the monitor, I was having some pretty good contractions. Her exact words were, "I really don't think she is going to make it to the induction date!" I  hope she is right!

I am so glad I went in and got the reassurance I needed. I've made it almost 38 weeks without a major freak out like this, so I felt like I deserved at least one before the big day, right?? Ha.

And this horrible day ended a lot better than it began--with the birth of my new niece! Your cousin Madeline was born at around 8:00pm last night and she is absolutely perfect. Dad and I made it to the hospital to meet her just before visiting hours ended at midnight. I am so excited to be an Auntie for the first time. As I was resting Madeline on top of my huge shelf of a belly last night, you were kicking her little butt the whole time :) Can't wait for you guys to grow up together!

Nine days or less...we can do this, Baby.

Love you so much,
Mom

Sunday, March 11, 2012

In the air...

Dear Elliot,
You can literally feel it in the air. Change. It's everywhere.

This weekend it was in the upper 60's and sunny. We 'sprung forward' an hour last night. Birds have begun waking me up with their singing every morning. Neighbors we haven't seen since October have come out of hibernation to sit out on their decks, and Target has swim suits on display and no less than four entire aisles dedicated to Easter candy. Spring is coming. The season's are changing.

And it's not just the weather. In no less than 12 days (maybe sooner!), my life is about to change in a huge way. The sense of anticipation I'm feeling is simply overwhelming.

I feel like I've been stuck in winter for the last almost two years, and my spring is finally coming. The timing of your upcoming birth couldn't feel more more perfect. More right.

So this weekend we put the house cleaning we really should get done aside and just basked in the feeling of Spring, of change, in the air...

Family photo

Got lots of walking in!

Wet dogs = happy dogs



After giving the girls their spring shave-downs...

First deck time in months

My little sun-bathing buddy :)

My view

So as far as baby news goes, as of Friday I was dialated to 3cm (at just over 37 weeks) and had a 'very favorable cervix.' If anything, it's nice knowing those are 3 centimeters I don't have to get through once I'm actually in labor! :) I'm not going to lie--I'm having a really hard time now that we're so close. I am terrified of something going wrong in there when I know you'd be just fine on the outside. While my doctor understands my fears, she doesn't want to induce when we have 'every indication' that you are doing 'wonderfully' and still cooking. And I really want to hold out a while longer, too, but like I said, I'm also really scared. 

My doctor said she will try stripping my membranes if I want her to at my next appointment (Friday, when I'll be just over 38 weeks), and I think I am going to let her. If you don't come on your own before the following Friday (3/23) at 6am, that's when we'll induce. I've been doing everything I can think of to keep things progressing--tons of walking, lots of bouncing on my birth ball, etc--we'll see if any of it helps! My hope is that I go into labor on my own before next Friday, but it's really nice to have an end date in place that I can hang onto when I start to worry and freak out. In 12 days, you'll be in my arms. 12 days. I think I can do it. 

Here are a couple belly pics from this weekend (37w3d). I'm not sure how much more stretching my poor belly can take! I have no idea how I don't have any stretch marks with how stretched out I feel. Watch them all pop up in the next 12 days :)

I swear the fact that my sports bra matches my sweat pants is purely accidental, ha

This is my 'hurry up and take the picture, I feel like a whale' face :)

I can't wait for all the ways my life is about to change. I am so ready for a fresh start.

I love you so much,

Mom

Monday, March 5, 2012

Preparing

Dear Elliot,
Can you believe you will be full term later this week?? As of Friday, I was 2cm dialated (up from 1cm the week before) and have been having lots of fun cramping and contractions since the weekend. I am also 99% sure I began losing my mucus plug Saturday night (sorry, I feel gross even typing that word!) While I realize labor could still be awhile from now, all these things have me feeling really anxious to get everything ready for your arrival. It seriously feels so surreal that you are going to be here, in my arms, in a matter of a couple weeks. It's so close, but I am having a hard time really wrapping my head around it!

Our house is starting to look like a baby lives here. There's a cupboard in the kitchen now dedicated to your feeding supplies. There's an entire shelf in the bathroom closet filled with rubber duckies, hooded towels, and baby shampoo. A Pack N Play, activity mat, and glider in the living room. A bike trailer, stroller, and Red Flyer wagon in the garage. Carseat installed and ready to go.

And this weekend I did some more work in your nursery. For pretty much all the decor either coming from a thrift store or being hand-made, I think it turned out pretty nice! I still have a couple more things to add, but we're getting there. You won't even be sleeping in this room for a few months at least, but having it done before you are born was just something I really wanted to do.

Here are a few pictures:

Weird angle of my 36+ weeks belly :)

 Still can't decide if we need a rug for the middle of the room or not...

 You'll be wearing lots of flannel, just like Dad!

 A basketful of toys just waiting to go in your mouth :)

 Dad hung this up and wrote this message for you

 Hat tree!

This was a gift from Grandma and Grandpa Cook for Dad's first Father's Day (right after Stevie died). It looks beautiful hanging by the window in your room.

Grandma Ziemke (my mom) came with me to an ultrasound at the Perinatal office earlier today and you continue to look 'perfect.' Keep it up, Baby Boy! 

I love you so much!

XOXO,
Mom
 
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