Welcome to the world sweet Indigo Sophia
My world has been turned upside down. I've gone from doing absolutely nothing all the live-long day to changing a million rotten egg scented diapers, staring at my sweet little tan baby, talking to my baby, and doing all things with/about my baby. Indigo came 18 days early and her arrival was completely unexpected and quick. I'll share a bit of the experience with you all...
June 27th: I woke up (after getting a lovely 10 or so hours of sleep) and went to go have lunch and such with my dear, sweet Carver. We went to Target so that he could apply for a job and I went and bought little rainbow baby clothes. My back began hurting really, really badly and I felt like I was having consistent Braxton hicks (aka non-painful contractions). Carver and I went and ate some spicy food from Nothing but Noodles…the back pain got worse. We went home and I asked my mom if she thought this could be a sign of labor but, we doubted it since we couldn’t time the contractions. Something just felt kind of different than usual. I called my doctor and asked them what they thought and they asked me to come in so they could check and see if it was anything to worry about. When I got to the doctor around 2:30ish, they hooked me up to monitors and informed me that I was contracting every minute. After the contractions were confirmed, I found out I was 4 cm dilated and 80% effaced. I didn’t feel like I was in labor, just like I had a backache. I rushed home (contrary to the doctor’s suggestion of me going to straight to the hospital) and made sure I had everything that I wanted to bring with me. I got to the hospital at around 4 p.m.
When I got to my room, the nurse checked me and told me that I hadn’t progressed anymore—I figured that much. The doctor made me panic though. Of course the day I go into labor, I didn’t bathe. I was really concerned with my lack of cleanliness and asked my doctor if I could take a shower. Mission clean: accomplished. I called all of my friends and told them that Indigo was going to be here within the next 24 hours and they came to the hospital as soon as they could.
We had a grand ol’ time. I wasn’t in pain any more (except for when the nurses interfered with my happiness with their necessary, but violating procedures). I got the IV line in my arm, and that was probably more painful than the epidural I got the next day. My grandparents and little cousins came and visited, as well. We listened to good music, my friend Adrienne insisted on giving me a foot massage…and of course I didn’t mind, and laughed until about 11 pm.
I love my friends and family.
I figured it was rest time, I still can’t believe I was having contractions this whole time. I barely felt any different. My friends left and I attempted to sleep. It was unfortunate, every two hours I woke up to go to the bathroom, but I was hooked up to monitors, so I had to call the nurse EVERY SINGLE TIME I wanted to get up. I slept about 4 hours I think. 6 a.m. rolled around and it was time for the (DUM DUM DUM) Pitocin. The nurse said I hadn’t progressed the whole night so it was time to speed things up. After the Pitocin, I still didn’t really feel any worse….until they broke my water. OH THE WOES. Immediately after my water was broken, I felt the contractions. They weren’t unbearable…for about an hour. Then I began to beg for an epidural. I was terrified of how the epidural was going to feel..but it was so worth it. Plus, it wasn’t even that bad. It would have been a lot scarier if Carver hadn’t been there to comfort me and let me hold on to him.
A few minutes after the epidural, I was in heaven; taking naps, laughing, joking, and smiling. About an hour or so after the epidural, I started to feel some sort of pain that felt a bit like a really bad UTI or something of that sort. I told the nurse and she got the anesthesiologist to come in and give me a little bit more medicine. The nurse checked me again and VOILA! I was 9 ½ cm dilated. It was about time to push. All of my family and friends were herded out of the room and the excitement spread to us all.
At 1:04 pm, after thirty minutes of pushing, Indigo was here! I was so happy. They handed her to me, and I cried some more as I stared at her and talked to her.
I cried about as much as she did. I just cried and cried and kept saying how beautiful she was. I kept telling her I loved her and “Hi, I’m you’re mommy.” I can’t describe how happy I was. Even as the doctor was fixing up my third degree tear, all I could do was listen to Indigo cry and try and console her from a distance as she was being weighed and measured.
It was perfect. She is perfect. Things are perfect right now (contrary to my battle wounds).
Indigo was born on June 28 at 1:04 pm, weighing 5lbs 11 ½ oz, measuring 18 in.
She has my big hands, long feet (especially my toes), my eyes, and, most noticeably, my facial expressions.
I love her.
These past 5 days have been tiring, painful, and wonderful.
(I'm using a lot of adjectives in this post...)
I knew I wasn't going to start using cloth diapers until I felt a little better and was able to move around easily. Well, now that the time has come, I've discovered NONE of my diapers fit her yet. I wasn't anticipating a small baby, I figured she'd be the average 7-8 lb. baby. I put them on her today for a while, but it was about 3 times her size and she couldn't bend her legs...looks like I'm going to have to wait until she beefs up.
We had our first doctors appointment yesterday, and everything was great. She's already back to her birth weight and has only a slight amount of Jaundice (it doesn't require phototherapy). Yesterday was our first outing. After the doctor, my Mom and I went to my favorite baby store to pick up a few things for me and Indigo, then we got some lunch, and then a brief run in Target. I love my Kozy Baby Carrier! It's comfortable, cute, and Indigo sleeps like a baby in it (OH I'M SO FUNNY). It was a big day, we were pooped and both took a loooong nap as soon as we got home.
My view from the carrier:
So far I'm loving being a Mommy, then again I've been a mommy for less than a week. It's still SO HARD to grasp that my little squishy face was in my belly only 5 days ago. She's tiny...but still! Hooray for Indigo's first fourth of July! I'm going to have a hard time finding something for her to wear tomorrow...I don't have any Preemie clothes, and the Newborn size doesn't fit. Ah well, I suppose it's not a big deal.
Get ready for a lot of posts talking about how perfect and snuggly and squishy and adorable my baby is. However...I feel like the amount of posts are going to decrease due to lack of time. Who knows, maybe she'll be a really good and sleepy baby and allow me to have oodles of time.
Happy fourth of July everybody!