I will try to use the photos to tell of Maryn's arrival.
Sydney took this picture of me just as I headed out the door to go to the hospital.
I always knew in the back of my mind that Maryn would be born on Dan's birthday.
Saturday evening, I pulled together a little party,
knowing Dan's birthday might be put on the back burner.
As Sunday progressed,
I was beginning to worry a little.
At 2pm that afternoon,
Dan and I stopped and had a little sit-down-talk about laboring.
He was extremely helpful in keeping my focus and doing the right things that day.
It only took 2 hours more and I felt ready to go.
Still, it was another hour before we were actually loaded and driving away from the house.
We made a few stops and arrived at the hospital about 6:30 pm.
Upon entering the waiting room,
there were 3 other women in labor.
The registrar took inventory. (She called out loud for a status from each of us....)
2 were having contractions 5 minutes apart.
Another was at 3 minutes.
I was at 2 minutes with a very serious look that could not be faked.
I got to go first.
It was kind of like winning an auction.
I was admitted at 5 cm dilated and 2 minute contractions.
There was a conversation with the nurse prior to calling the doctor that went something like this.
Nurse: "What requests would you like me to convey to your doctor for orders on pain management?"
Me: "No IV, No epidural, but if I get to the point where I want something, then just a shot of medication for pain."
Nurse: "We don't do that here."
Me: "My doctor will let me. Just ask."
Nurse (with reservation): "Okay....I'll ask"
Me: "Oh and by the way, please tell him that we can all go to bed early tonight if he comes down and breaks my water soon."
Nurse (reluctant to believe), smiles and says, "Okay."
She came back in and relayed to us that the doctor said I could do what I wanted.
Dan and the nurse talked me into a hep lock which is some kind of contraption that puts medication directly in your veins.....but it's not an IV (or so they convinced me)
Dan had given me particular orders to be 'comprising at the hospital.'
I promised I would be good,
as long as he did most of the talking.
I even wore the hospital gown for the delivery (which I find irritating, and I would prefer something more comfortable).
The doctor showed up an hour after admittance and broke my water.
(It is traditionally the moment when the contractions go from manageable to amazingly and overwhelmingly painful.)
My last labor and delivery was so memorable,
it broke my will for pain.....forever.
It was long and severe and something I will never forget.
It is also the reason that I no longer feel pain on the same level as most people. I might not notice when I am bleeding or hurt. The kids often say, "Mom, you need a bandaid or something. Don't you feel that?"
It was also that memory of my last labor and delivery,
that created much anxiety for me the past few weeks.
I was in the temple on Thursday evening,
when I ran into a friend's mother-in-law.
It was kind of a random conversation that ended with her spontaneously telling me that on her 6th baby, she was experiencing painful back labor and finally asked for a shot of Demerol. This woman is a strong believer in natural childbirth and is also a Doula. She said there is no shame in pain relief if it shortens the process and makes the experience more enjoyable.
It was just what I needed to hear,
.....to know there are alternatives to epidurals, and have options
and the experience doesn't have to get progressively worse.
So I weighed my options with the doctor
and finally settled on some medication.
Once he broke my water,
the contractions kicked into high gear.
Some really cool pain medication was pushed through the hep lock,
and although I could still feel the pain,
it wasn't as severe.
I was thankful.
I expressed my concern that the baby's head was not correctly positioned.
The doctor wasn't worried (as usual)
and said that she would turn when the time came.
I only had about 6 contractions,
and some good concentration
and she was ready to be born.
At one point,
The doctor says to Dan,
"You have to take a picture of this."
Maryn was presenting 'face first.'
Apparently, it doesn't happen often.
I was extremely happy not to have felt the full effect of delivering a baby that way.
You must consider the size and shape of a baby's face as opposed to the natural way of a baby's skull crowning....
There is a tremendous difference in size and pain. It is something that no amount of medication will cover completely.
And I believe it was inspiration that lead me to find a way to manage the pain this time.
Our doctor was great,
and he did his thing to calmly deliver her.
once her head was out,
I reached down and pulled her out and up onto my tummy.
She looked like she had been in a fight,
tons of bruising and swelling.
She was born at 8:57 pm
and weighed 6 lbs 6 oz
and was 19 inches long.
She was breathing beautifully,
and had a good, healthy cry.
she cried most of night.
We didn't sleep much,
but that's really not all that different than usual.
I was just so happy to have her here safe.
After her delivery,
I figured she could cry as much as she wanted to.
The next day,
we were dressed and ready to go home at 9am...
except no one would let us go.
I agreed to stay,
as long as Dan stayed too.
(He was trying to leave and pick me up later :)
So we just hung around the room,
taking pictures of the baby
It was a good day.
And each child got their picture taken with the baby before heading out for the day.