November 28, 2010

the birth story.

Ay. Where to begin?

I guess at the beginning...

We scheduled the induction at my 38-week appointment. Why did we schedule an induction? Because I was tired of being pregnant. Because I wanted her here sooner than later. Because my back was really starting to hurt. Because I wanted her here. Because I wanted her here for Thanksgiving. Because I had nary a contraction and knew that if we didn't evict her, I would stay pregnant forever. Because I'm a super-planner and liked the idea of knowing when she'd get here. The End.

We were scheduled to go in at 8pm on Tuesday, November 16th. This is us before heading out to grab a quick bite to eat before heading to the hospital. I was SWOLLEN! Holy moly! I wish I had known that shirt was see-through. Classy.

The last belly picture. Kind of sad.

We arrived at the hospital and were checked in immediately. I was so surprised at the efficiency of the hospital staff. I was prepared to wait for a couple hours. In fact, I was hoping to wait. I was extremely nervous and scared at this point. I was going to have a baby. It all suddenly became real. And I was frightened.

I was asked to change into my robe and was immediately given my IV. I was most apprehensive about this process and the epidural. It's not that I am "afraid" of needles. I just don't like the idea of a needle staying inside my body for hours and hours. Of course, the nurse couldn't find a good vein in my hand so she had to bring in a second nurse who, luckily, found a good vein in my wrist. I gag to even recall it!

I was then pumped up with liquid and penicillin, which burns when it enters your veins, by the way. I had to have the penicillin because I tested positive for some bacteria at my last doctor's appointment. Sexy, I know.

The rest of that night is sort of a blur. We tried to sleep, but that wasn't happening. The baby monitor and contraction monitor that they strapped (so tightly) to my stomach was constantly slipping off and nurses were coming into the room every 5 minutes, it seemed, to re-adjust me. Talk about annoying! Those monitors were the worst!!! They were hurting my stomach and causing me to have to pee. (Fun is having to walk your half-naked self and your IV tower on wheels to the bathroom every hour)! Ugh! It was a nightmare. I could tell the nurses were getting annoyed with me, but what could I do?! I had to go!!

I was also given those tablets that thinned my cervix. I was given one as soon as we got there. (Fun is also having a doctor insert a tablet into your tunneling and no, she does not do it gently)! It was doing the job, but I required a second one four hours later. Backtrack: When we got to the hospital, I was only 1cm dilated and still thick. I told you this baby had NO PLANS of evacuating any time soon.

At 5am, the anesthesiologist came in and said we could now do my epidural since I was about 3-4 cm dilated. Yay! Not really, I was scared out of my mind. I think this is when they also started the Pitocin.

She got everything prepped and Aaron had to leave the room. I was so scared, I was trembling! Thankfully, the nurse was amazing and held my hands through it all. She tried to distract me by talking about her kids and asking how Aaron and I met, etc. The anesthesiologist discovered that I had scoliosis (oh boy) and became worried that the epidural may not work and she would have to re-do it. Noooooooo!!!! A few minutes after it was administered, my left side became completely numb and tingly. My right side, however, not so much. Should we have tried to re-do the epidural? Probably. Did I want to go through that again? Absolutely not. I lied to myself and said it would be okay if we didn't re-do the epidural...that would turn out to be a big mistake.

The epidural, for what it was worth, did work and I was able to sleep through my contractions from about 7am to 11:30am. The doctor kept coming in and out to check on my progress. I was dilating verrrrrrrrrry slowly. Then, around 1pm or so the worst pain of my life rocked my entire abdomen, pelvic region, and legs. I was having major contractions and I was feeling ALL OF THEM. I pushed the "more epidural medicine" button several times, but to no avail. The anesthesiologist was called in and he gave me a dosage of something (??) that didn't help much whatsoever. It was go time and I was in severe pain. My epidural, apparently, had run out.

This was so not the plan.

Words cannot describe the pain I went through for the next three hours. It was unlike anything I had ever experienced. My mom was there with the cold, wet rag on my face and my husband was there coaching me through each contraction, which lasted 45 seconds and occurred every minute. Do the math. That equals only 15 seconds of rest in-between. This went on for two hours. There was a moment when I completely broke down and said I couldn't do it. I just couldn't keep doing what I was doing. But by the grace of God (yes, I prayed), I was able to push through it. It felt like my butt was being split in two. Sorry, but that's the only way I can describe it. I could literally feel my baby getting lower and pushing on my rectum. My goodness, it was unbearable.

Finally, the doctor came in, checked me, and said it was time to push. Hallelujah!!!! I began pushing at around 3:55pm. I was told that the harder I pushed, the faster she would come. I pushed like it was my job. I kept chanting in my mind, "Do work! Do work!" I thought about all those brutal Crossfit workouts I had survived. I thought about all the miles I have run. I thought about the hard times I have pushed through. And I pushed like the dickens!

My doctor told me I would soon be feeling "the ring of fire" as my baby's head was on its way out. Ring of fire, indeed! That was the most painful part. But I kept pushing!! And at 4:19 pm, my baby girl was born. (I tear up as I write this, remembering what a relief it was).

The doctor placed this perfect, little baby on my chest and I cried and cried. I looked at my husband, who also had tears in his eyes. The doctor asked him if he wanted to cut the cord and he did! (I also forgot to mention that when she asked him if he wanted to "see the head," he said yes. This is worth mentioning because our plan going into this was that he would have no business or interest "down there." Funny how that changes when it's your kid).

She was perfect. And my whole demeanor changed once she was out. The pain was gone. In its place was a sense of euphoria. I felt drunk. And it was wonderful. They took the baby away to do all those things they do to babies while I got stitched up (I tore and required two sutures). Husband busied himself with taking photos (which are excellent, by the way, and can be seen on Facebook if we're friends). Twenty hours of labor produced the most beautiful, healthy baby girl.

Was it worth it? Yes. Would I do it again? Yes, but not ANYTIME soon!

So, with some minor details missing from the story because I'm tired and just can't remember, that is how Vivian Elise Webb made her way into this world. She weighed 6 pounds, 14 ounces and was 20 inches long. She has a full head of dark brown hair and blue eyes and the longest eyelashes I've ever seen on a newborn.

In case anyone was wondering, here is how we chose her name:

Vivian was my grandmother's name. She was my mom's mom, who passed away before I was born. She and her husband (my grandpa) were killed in a car accident. Now that my Dad is gone, I wanted to continue some sort of family legacy. Plus, I think the name is Vivian is beautiful and I love what it means: "Full of life, vibrant"

Elise is just a beautiful name that I've always loved and thought elegant. I looked it up and knew immediately that it would be her middle name. It means: "Consecrated to God"

A full of life, vibrant child who is given entirely to our Savior. Sounds perfect to me :)

Sidenote: I always wanted to name my first daughter Charlotte. But then I married a man whose last name is Webb. And that would just be mean.

How has life been since she was born? I couldn't tell you. It's been a fog! I am still in quite some pain and know that I am not entirely in my right mind yet. Ask me again in a few weeks :)

We do love our little girl, though. That I know for sure.

November 24, 2010

she's here!

Vivian Elise Webb is here and we could not be more thrilled...or tired.

I have full intentions of writing the birth story on here as soon as I have some time. With the holidays in full swing and relatives visiting (and oh yeah, a newborn to take care of), the blog has been put on the back-burner.

But I will update, I promise.

I will say this, though. Twenty hours of labor and an epidural that ran out during the last three (and most difficult) hours of said labor was all worth it in the end. I love this little girl more than I ever thought possible. I officially "get it" now.

My cup truly does runneth over.

November 16, 2010

it's go time (almost).

We are headed to the hospital in about two hours or so.

I am so ready to get this process started. I am feeling quite anxious, which makes me tired, which makes me grouchy. Not fun.

We will have updates on Facebook, so check there if you're so inclined.

Please pray that this goes smoothly, that she's healthy, that Daddy doesn't pass out, and that it takes two hours. HAHA. Ok, I know that last request is unrealistic, but a speedy labor would be nice :)

Here goes everything!

November 12, 2010

eviction notice.

I had my 38-week appointment today. I am just barely 1cm dilated (and that's being generous).

After much contemplation (this has been going on for weeks, I just haven't said anything), we have decided to induce next Wednesday!

Uhm, holy crap. That's 5 days from now!

But it is surely time and Baby Girl will be just fine. My doctor has reassured me that it is entirely safe (even though there is a higher risk for a C-Section) and I am fully on board. I have a peace about it and know that everything will be okay.

We'll actually check into the hospital Tuesday evening and hope to deliver on Wednesday sometime. I know it will be a long process (probably), but I am ready to get the ball rolling.

I'm not worried about pain or how "miserable" this process might be. I'm a pretty tough cookie. Hello, back surgery. I would rather experience a day or two of misery than to deal with all this anxiety I am currently feeling. I am not good at waiting and anticipation, although it can be nice sometimes, is also a thorn in my side. I am just ready to start this process.

Plus, I am getting very uncomfortable and tensions are high in this house, as no one is sleeping well and things are just at the boiling point. Something's gotta give. And since we can't give her back, she might as well come on out and join the party.

I also like the idea of having my bags packed just the way I want them to be packed. I'm sort of a planner, if you couldn't tell by now.

So, I will have a baby next week.

And along with my Daddy passing away, that is the most monumental thing I have ever typed on this blog...or shall experience.

enjoying last-minute "adult time."

Husband and I have spent the last week or so trying to enjoy what little time remains of just "him and me." I have to admit, it makes me a tad sad when I think that there will never be just "him and me" anymore. I know the addition of Baby Girl will be amazing, but still...I mourn (just slightly) the loss of who we used to be.

With that being said, I thought I'd update on the "adult" things we have enjoyed lately.

First, dinner at Ashley's in Little Rock. This is not a kid-friendly place, nor is it cheap. We enjoyed the most delicious filet in the most beautiful atmosphere. There was nary a screaming child or Cheerio on the floor. It was wonderful.

Wicked at Robinson Center Music Hall. What a show! We had amazing seats! The costumes were amazing, the sets were amazing, the talent was amazing. I laughed, I cried, I held my husband's hand. It was wonderful.

A one-night stay at the Rosement Inn Bed and Breakfast. Why? Because I wanted a night of no cooking, no dog to tend to, no cleaning. I wanted to be pampered. I wanted someone to make my breakfast. And most importantly, I wanted to bathe in a garden tub, dang it. And that I did. We stayed in the St. Clair room. It was beautiful. My only complaint was that the inn keeper had the heat on WAY TOO HIGH for this pregnant lady. I had to open windows in the morning to let some air in, but other than that, everything about the inn was amazing. She served us a fantastic breakfast the following morning and my bath the night before was worth every penny we paid. We ate breakfast then came back to the room and perfect silence. The only sound we could hear was the air blowing through the windows. Husband read on his Kindle in the sun room, I slept cozily on the over-sized Q ueen bed. We did this until 11:30 when it was time to head out for my doctor's appointment. It was everything I wanted it to be.

Note: The sheets on our bed felt like cream. I dug around for the tags and discovered that they were made by The Comphy Co. Guess what I'm asking for for Christmas this year? :)

Last night, we saw Morning Glory. It wasn't the best movie ever, but I did enjoy it. I wanted one last in-theatre movie before bebe arrives. I don't imagine we'll be attending movies in the theatre for quite some time. My popcorn and Coke were delicious and it was a pleasure to watch a movie with no interruptions. I'm telling you, I'm soaking all of this in.

I also indulged in a "me" day yesterday before the movie. I went to Starbucks, I got a pedicure and manicure, I read a book while eating lunch alone, and I did some shopping. By then my feet had swollen so badly that I had to call it a day. It was lovely, enjoying the pleasure of my own company.

We don't have any plans for this evening, but we do plan to attend a couple's game night on Saturday. Then, my mom comes into town on Sunday.

It is sad to think that these quiet times are soon ending. But I am positive that it will all be worth it.

November 9, 2010

38 weeks.

Nicole, here's a photo, just for you - taken this afternoon.

38 weeks and counting...

November 8, 2010

the home stretch sucks.

I don't like to complain about being pregnant because I know so many people who either can't get pregnant, have lost babies, or something else that makes my petty complaints seem, well, petty. So I will start this post by apologizing in advance and admitting that yes, I need to get over it. There are far worse things. I know this.

But we are in week 38 now and I just have to say...


Is it really true that the last few weeks are the worst? I keep hearing people say that and I really want to believe it to sort of validate my feelings about the last couple of days.

I feel engorged, heavy, fat, enormous, tired, ugly, anxious, hormonal, nervous, ill-equipped, inconsequential...need I go on? My scale proved to me this morning that I am, indeed, as large as I feel. I don't know why I have gained so much weight in one week (4 pounds). Could it be water-retention? Baby? I have no idea. But it does NOT feel good.

Please tell me all these feelings are natural. I haven't really felt "bad" about being pregnant up until now. I am, quite simply, over it.

And that is all.

November 1, 2010

enter the baby webb online pool!

Just for fun, go here to enter the Baby Webb Online Pool. Winner will receive something amazing...although we don't know what that prize is just yet :)

halloween 2010.

We kept it pretty simple this year and attended a friend's house party. We went as Juno and Bleeker from the movie Juno. It was the easiest costume to put together, although procuring a gold headband and some gold wristbands was downright impossible.

My husband is such a good sport for dressing up with me. I love him.

And yes, I realize I do look like a "freakin' planet" in this photo. Juno wears lots of layers. ;)

Our inspiration: Not too bad for putting this together 2 hours before the party started...

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