For all of you out there who have been checking my blog daily, anxiously awaiting the gory details of childbirth, here it is... or at least the version I am going to give you, as my rear end is screaming out at me...
As from my previous posts you all know that at 39 weeks I was NOT dilated and NOT effaced. After having contractions every 15- 20 minutes from Sunday morning at 5am until Tuesday morning we decided to go to the doctor and get checked out. Because the contractions were getting more painful I kept telling myself that even though I hadn't had this baby yet at least my body was preparing for it and getting ready. Well, the doctor tells me I am still NOT dilated or effaced!!! Needless to say I was a BIT disappointed. At this point I really considered scheduling the C-section and getting this show on the road. The fact that I didn't want to have C-sections for the rest of my babies kept me from doing so on the spot. Lance took me to lunch on the way home because I was so depressed... which was lovely, except for the awful, painful contractions every 10 minutes in the restaurant. I'm sure people were like... " take that pregnant woman to the hospital man!"
Throughout the rest of the day I avoided phone calls, complained to Lance, and was bugged by everything Beth did. At 7pm Lance went to the airport to pick up his mom. I got in the tub, hearing from my mom that hot baths sometimes get things moving. At this point I just needed some relief. I was feeling like a wuss for not bearing the pain better but after 3 days of it I WAS DONE!I got out of the tub at 8:30... a little after Lance and his mom got home. They ate dinner and put Beth down for bed while I writhed on the couch. I needed a change of scenery so I waddled into the bedroom where I laid on the bed and braced for another one.
Finally Mom Jensen was like "Umm.. Lance those are pretty intense...I think you better take her to the hospital." After delivering 8 babies we figured she was a pretty good judge of labor at this point.... And of course no one realized that I was having REALLY strong contractions every 3-4 minutes. At this point I was in the survival mode and not caring about much else. I guess after the doc telling us nothing was happening we never thought this could be it. Needless to say we rushed to the car, ran some stop lights, and made it to the hospital in about 20 minutes....it seemed like an eternity to me at this point... that poor handle on the side of the door got the brunt of it.
After waddling to the labor and delivery floor a nurse grabbed me and put me in a wheel chair and rushed me to a room (What Rach doesn't tell you here is when the nurse asked Rach if she wanted a wheel chair she was in the middle of a gut wrenching contraction and she shook her head no, to which the nurse said "oh yes you do hun.")... 20 minutes later Isabelle was born!!! No time for drugs, no time for epidurals, no time for nothin'! For those of you who think it would be nice to deliver a child naturally, think again. It is NOT something I would recommend to anyone who dislikes pain. As we all know I NEVER even considered not having an epidural. Oh well.
After all was said and done though, and as I lay awake in the hospital room that night I couldn't help count my many many blessings. First, Lance's mom came just in time and was able to watch Beth for the next couple of days. Second, I didn't have this baby at home, which could have easily been the case had Diana not suggested we head to the hospital when we did. Third, you all know I had been praying (as were some of you for me.. thank you) that I would be able to deliver this baby vaginally without complications. I have to wonder if naturally was the only way I could have done that.
So looking back I have to thank my Heavenly Father that even though it was an 11 on the pain scale I was SO blessed to have everything go so smoothly. Izzy is healthy and eating every 2 hours, I am healing slowly and grateful for ice packs and Ibuprofen, Lance is catching up with school after the week he missed for us, and Beth is always "helping" with Izzy and always disobeying her parents and grandma trying to get some attention.
I look at my little family and just melt. I still can't believe I am the mother of 2. Heck...I can't believe I'm old enough to be married. I guess growing up just sort of happens. I can't even begin to describe how grateful and blessed I feel at this time in my life. I know hard roads are ahead as I get used to 2 little girls under my care. I pray for strength and patience (especially dealing with Beth and her headstrong ways ). I am grateful for the advice, emails, and phone calls from everyone. I have felt your support, love, and friendship. Thank you!!
Whenever I feel like never getting pregnant again I look at this little angel and remember why we do it.
Isn't being a mom GREAT!!!
As from my previous posts you all know that at 39 weeks I was NOT dilated and NOT effaced. After having contractions every 15- 20 minutes from Sunday morning at 5am until Tuesday morning we decided to go to the doctor and get checked out. Because the contractions were getting more painful I kept telling myself that even though I hadn't had this baby yet at least my body was preparing for it and getting ready. Well, the doctor tells me I am still NOT dilated or effaced!!! Needless to say I was a BIT disappointed. At this point I really considered scheduling the C-section and getting this show on the road. The fact that I didn't want to have C-sections for the rest of my babies kept me from doing so on the spot. Lance took me to lunch on the way home because I was so depressed... which was lovely, except for the awful, painful contractions every 10 minutes in the restaurant. I'm sure people were like... " take that pregnant woman to the hospital man!"
Throughout the rest of the day I avoided phone calls, complained to Lance, and was bugged by everything Beth did. At 7pm Lance went to the airport to pick up his mom. I got in the tub, hearing from my mom that hot baths sometimes get things moving. At this point I just needed some relief. I was feeling like a wuss for not bearing the pain better but after 3 days of it I WAS DONE!I got out of the tub at 8:30... a little after Lance and his mom got home. They ate dinner and put Beth down for bed while I writhed on the couch. I needed a change of scenery so I waddled into the bedroom where I laid on the bed and braced for another one.
Finally Mom Jensen was like "Umm.. Lance those are pretty intense...I think you better take her to the hospital." After delivering 8 babies we figured she was a pretty good judge of labor at this point.... And of course no one realized that I was having REALLY strong contractions every 3-4 minutes. At this point I was in the survival mode and not caring about much else. I guess after the doc telling us nothing was happening we never thought this could be it. Needless to say we rushed to the car, ran some stop lights, and made it to the hospital in about 20 minutes....it seemed like an eternity to me at this point... that poor handle on the side of the door got the brunt of it.
After waddling to the labor and delivery floor a nurse grabbed me and put me in a wheel chair and rushed me to a room (What Rach doesn't tell you here is when the nurse asked Rach if she wanted a wheel chair she was in the middle of a gut wrenching contraction and she shook her head no, to which the nurse said "oh yes you do hun.")... 20 minutes later Isabelle was born!!! No time for drugs, no time for epidurals, no time for nothin'! For those of you who think it would be nice to deliver a child naturally, think again. It is NOT something I would recommend to anyone who dislikes pain. As we all know I NEVER even considered not having an epidural. Oh well.
After all was said and done though, and as I lay awake in the hospital room that night I couldn't help count my many many blessings. First, Lance's mom came just in time and was able to watch Beth for the next couple of days. Second, I didn't have this baby at home, which could have easily been the case had Diana not suggested we head to the hospital when we did. Third, you all know I had been praying (as were some of you for me.. thank you) that I would be able to deliver this baby vaginally without complications. I have to wonder if naturally was the only way I could have done that.
So looking back I have to thank my Heavenly Father that even though it was an 11 on the pain scale I was SO blessed to have everything go so smoothly. Izzy is healthy and eating every 2 hours, I am healing slowly and grateful for ice packs and Ibuprofen, Lance is catching up with school after the week he missed for us, and Beth is always "helping" with Izzy and always disobeying her parents and grandma trying to get some attention.
I look at my little family and just melt. I still can't believe I am the mother of 2. Heck...I can't believe I'm old enough to be married. I guess growing up just sort of happens. I can't even begin to describe how grateful and blessed I feel at this time in my life. I know hard roads are ahead as I get used to 2 little girls under my care. I pray for strength and patience (especially dealing with Beth and her headstrong ways ). I am grateful for the advice, emails, and phone calls from everyone. I have felt your support, love, and friendship. Thank you!!
Whenever I feel like never getting pregnant again I look at this little angel and remember why we do it.
Isn't being a mom GREAT!!!
7 comments:
Rach, I hear you on those contractions coming every 3-4 minutes while debating at home if it's time or not. We're both blonde at heart! I'm just SO glad it all turned out for you and that Izzy waited until you got to the hospital before gracing the world with her presence. Think of all the fun stories you have to tell her when she grows up! Good luck with those two girls, this one definitely has a mind of her own already!
Rach, I am so grateful you made it to the hospital!
I am glad everything worked out okay, and I admire your way of looking postively at the bigger picture.
What a woman you are, going au naturale... :) Next time though, maybe try the epidural, k? ;)
even though I've already heard the story, I still found myself hoping that you would make it to the hospital in time! :) you're my hero.
Thanks for posting the story! I must admit, I have been anxiously checking back on your blog quite a bit, hoping that one of these times it would be updated with the whole sha-bang story. I can't believe you did it au naturale! You are amazing! As Grandpa Taylor would say, "You're a Taylor....you're tough!" (you just need to throw in a few um...words I won't type on your blog! :-) )Congrats again, and good luck with everything ahead!
Rach's theme song "I am woman hear me roar" that is amazing, I could never do something like that! And Izzy look so beautiful!
I to am glad that you made it to the hospital. The lord works in mysterious ways ! I hope you are doing well!
Iknow I already left you a comment....hope it's ok if I leave another! I meant to tell you that Beth looks absolutley gorgeous and just oh so cute in the picture with Lance and Izzy. That is just the greatest picture! Whoever did her hair did a wonderful job, too!
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