Wednesday, October 30, 2013

Hadley's birthday { part three }

See part one here and part two here.


Unlike our previous hospital stay, this hospital stay was a walk in the park.  Well except for one really bad night of pain for me (stupid post c-section gas pains). 

Truth be told, that I cried for two days once I got home and mostly because I wanted to go back to the hospital.  Real talk.  I also cried because it was over.  I think it was the typical baby blues that come and go right after delivery, but seriously, I loved my hospital experience.



I loved getting to room and board with my baby this time around.  I put her to the breast as quickly as I could and I was also pumping by day one.  Although I felt like we were doing ok, Hadley experienced one low blood sugar.  That hypoglycemia and my over anxious nurse resulted in my giving Hadley some formula and donated breast milk to supplement until my supply could establish.  I fed her through a syringe as opposed to a bottle and nipple.  That was quite a bit of work --- in fact, I abandoned that within 24 hours of getting home.

pretty in pink :)

I couldn't stop staring at her. Still can't. I remember being amazed at how small and dainty she was/ is. A small dainty body, with long fingers and long feet. 


She roomed with us the first night.  The 2nd night she went to the nursery for a few hours for a "car seat test," her newborn screen, and because I was hurting pretty bad that night.  I think we slept for a full 45 minutes that night.  


The third night, being a couple of exhausted parents and knowing that we would be going home to an overly active toddler, we sent Hadley to the nursery over night for 6 hours.  Holy sleep!  It was good. 




Preston came again on Day 2 to see us. Although he wasn't quite sure what exactly was happening and it's certainly been an adjustment for him since we've been home, I loved seeing the excitement in his eyes and the way his face lights up when he sees his baby sister. 


This is a blurry picture below, but I melt.  Preston's little hand compare to Hadley's little head.  Makes Preston feel like a giant compared to Hadley.  In fact, the first time I held Preston after being home I cried my eyes out. It was a slap in the face --- they grow up so quickly. He seemed like such a big boy compared to the 4 lb 8 ounce baby I brought home from the hospital.




DIY door hanger here



I adore her sweet little face in the picture above.



Her going home outfit is the only preemie thing I owned prior to going to the hospital.  I had a couple newborn gowns for her to go home in, but a couple of weeks before she was born I ordered this preemie dress just in case she came early and was small.  So glad I did because she was indeed early and small. 


Daddy and I getting her ready to go home.  I love her facial expression here. 




Buzz Lightyear, all part of his big brother gift, in all his glory greeted us at home that afternoon.  


So grateful for these three.  Mr. Gherkin is a trooper for putting up with me through all this.  I don't do pregnancy or change well.  So glad he loves me the way he does.  


Welcome home, sweet Hadley.  We're going to have so much fun together. 


Wednesday, October 23, 2013

Little ghosts & goblins


Joining Meredith and Darci for the virtual Halloween Pajama Party. 


This photo session didn't really go down the way I thought it would go down, but with epic meltdowns occurring every other night in this house I just went with it.  I did force him to take pictures before he went "looking for froggies" so he wasn't very happy with me.  And don't mind the snot glistening on his right cheek, mmmk!?

Anyhow here's our pictures along with my added commentary.  


Ahhh, sweet lovins.


His this-is-my-sister look.  He's a champ at cutting his eyes at us these days. 


This is his I'll-box-your-ears face. 


This is little sister telling us how she feels about him leaving her.


Sunday, October 20, 2013

hadley's birthday :: part two


Part One here

My c-section started closer to 2 pm.  The anesthesia went off without a hitch, but just as with Preston my blood pressure dropped almost immediately after the epidural and I immediately got nauseated.  I prepared the nurse anesthetist that this happened last time so she was on standby with the Zofran and epinephrine. 

After that everything was just fine.  I did feel more pressure this around which made the whole thing seem to take much longer.  Either that or I just had more anxiety, worry, and fear with Preston's birth. Finally, though, I heard the NA say she could see two feet (Hadley was breech), and Tony stood up so he could see Hadley be born.  Then I started hearing her sweet little cries.


The neonatal team took her to the corner of the OR for a quick assessment since she was a tad bit premature at 36 weeks and 3 days.  Her apgars were 8 and 9.  The neo doctor came to my side to reassure me that all looked well with Hadley.  "She doesn't have to go to the NICU," I asked.  He assured me there was no need for her to go to the NICU.  Music to my ears.  I was going to get to hold my baby this time. 







Within minutes they had Hadley in my arms, skin to skin.  It was perfect.  I believe my first words to Miss Hadley were, "we're going to have so much fun together."  I could hear her daddy roll his eyes --- he knows he's in trouble.  




They let her daddy hold her while they moved me from the operating table to a stretcher then they handed her back to me and they transported both of us, together, to my recovery room

At the TCH Pavilion for Women, moms get their own recovery rooms after a c-section which is super nice.  Our family got to come in immediately.  



The nausea and vomiting hit while in recovery.  I don't do anesthesia well.  The exact same thing happened with Preston.  I didn't hold her while they wheeled me to my room due to the vomiting spells --- they instead swaddled her and let her ride between my legs.  It was a pretty eventful ride given my vomiting spells and the baby alarm/ security bracelet sounding when we got on the elevator. 

Ms. Rosa brought big brother, Preston, to the hospital later than evening.  He was so excited as you can see.  It was a super sweet moment to witness.


Big brother giving Baby Hadley sweet sugars for the first time. 



And finally, our first photo as a family of four!


Part 3, the final days in the hospital and our arrival home, coming soon.

Monday, October 14, 2013

miss hadley :: one week old





good gravy, I love her so much!

happy one week birthday, hadley!




Hadley's birth story :: part one


Crazy to think it's already been a week since Hadley was born --- feels like it was just minutes ago.
Just as I documented with Preston, I'm ready to document my recap and thoughts here on the blog before I start to forget the details. Breaking it up into a few different parts and posts because, well, that's about all I can get in and want to get in at one time --- I'm immensely enjoying Hadley. 

I had our nanny snap a picture on our way out the door to head to the doctor. So glad I did --- turned out this came to be our last picture as a family of three!

The Friday before my high risk OB said that my amniotic fluid was lower and that Hadley's growth was then estimated to be in the 27th percentile (she had been well in the 30th and 50th before that). After going to labor and delivery for an hour long non-stress test to make sure Hadley wasn't compressing her cord and having decels, she said to come back on Monday, fasting, in case my fluid was lower and we needed to deliver.  (it had been 7 twice, then 5 that Friday)

To be honest, I didn't think it would happen the following Monday.  I actually convinced myself that it wouldn't happen.   I was afraid of being disappointed when/if it didn't. Plus we had a baby shower scheduled at the Gherkin's office later in the week and I just knew we'd make that.

I was her second patient of the day, and when she walked in she said "Oh, hi there, I just got off the phone with your doctor (my regular OB) and she was asking about your status."  Then she sat down and started the ultrasound.  She looked at the fluid level the tech measured (4.something), and with that she told the tech she was being very generous as she could only find one pocket of fluid and even then the "pickings were slim."

The next thing I know she's calling my regular OB on her cell phone and tells her that she is sending me to labor and delivery for more monitoring and delivery.  She still didn't make it clear whether I needed to be delivered that day so I asked her "Do you think I'm going to have a baby this week?"  She looked at me like I was crazy and said "Yes, today or tomorrow."  Duh

So off to the hospital we went, me texting and calling family, our nanny, our managers, close friends in our short commute to the hospital.  It was about 10:00 am at that point.  I felt like we might be worked in later in the afternoon, like 5 ish, after my doctor finished clinic or we would be monitored overnight with a c-section scheduled for the next day.  In fact, I texted my aunt and said "head south in a few hours." Ha.

When I got there, the nurses were confused about where and why I was there.  I pulled out the papers my high risk OB sent saying "admit to labor and delivery for monitoring and delivery today."  With that they got me in a room, in a gown, and on a monitor.  Hadley was doing great.  Beyond great on the monitor.

The nurse came back at 10:49 and announced that our c-section was scheduled for 1 pm.  Wowza!  I was totally off on everything that day.


My sister in law arrived by 11:30, so I sent Gherkin (Mr.-I'm-going-to-fast-because-you're-fasting) to get something to eat.  I told him it was ridiculous to not eat and reminded him that I needed him at his best and not passing out in the operating room. He came back with food and a few preemie outfits for Hadley.  Per the ultrasound she was estimated to weigh 5 pounds 11 ounces.

It was so peaceful.  As much as I wanted our family there, I really enjoyed my time with just my husband and my sister in law before the c-section.  It gave me time to full enjoy the last few moments of my pregnancy and reflect on everything.  My SIL took pictures of us to help document that special time with pics. 


I got Miss Hadley's accessories out and laid them in her bassinet. I ordered this hat for Hadley soon after we decided on her name. I'm so glad I did.  It was the perfect size for her teeny tiny head.  It's from here.  Mr. Gherkin picked out that shirt for her merely hours before she was born. 


I couldn't love my OB more.  Seriously. I adore her.  She was joking with me in the picture above --- something about how I was getting my way and going to be home with plenty of time to spare for my 34th birthday and halloween. A few of you know how our conversations have gone about that previously. Ha! Love her. 

My c-section didn't start at 1:00 due to positive antibodies on my blood test that needed some further evaluation (my blood  is Rh negative).   Finally close to 2:00 pm they wheeled me back.  This was the part I hated --- being away from my husband.  It seems like forever until they called for him.  


Her actual birth and the first few initial moments of her life coming later.




Friday, October 11, 2013

Big brother meets baby sister.


I was sick and could barely keep my head out of the barf bag (I don't do anesthesia well), but this moment will forever be engraved on my heart as one of the sweetest moments of my life.


Tuesday, October 8, 2013

Happy Birthday, Hadley Eloise!


We welcomed sweet Hadley Eloise into this world yesterday and we are beyond smitten.







This is the day that The Lord has made; let us rejoice and be glad in it. Psalm 118:24










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Sunday, October 6, 2013

pumpkin patch 2013 & da bump @ 36 wks

So thankful to wake up to such a beeea-u-ti-ful Sunday morning today.  The air was nice and cool and although it started out with some rain, it was beyond gorgeous by noon.  We took advantage of the day by hitting up Chuy's { that creamy jalapeno sauce was exactly what this pregnant lady needed } with friends and then the pumpkin patch after church --- all while wondering if this is our last weekend as a family of 3.  Should know more tomorrow morning

36 week bump

P-man woke up asking to go see the "punkins" and then got so upset to see it started raining.  He came running into my bathroom while I was getting ready yelling "It's raining, momma."







Preston picked out his own pumpkins this year.  It was interesting to see his final picks.  He tried to pick out the ugliest pumpkin first, then a big one, then ended up with a handful of small ones. 

Preston's pumpkin picks. 





We now ride around town with two car seats --- things just got real around here.