Introductions:

Meet Austin! He is the sweetest baby and he loves to be cuddled. His favorite pastimes are eating, sleeping, and pooping and he does each of those so well! His eyes are cobalt blue, and his hair is a toffee color but it is starting to go blonde around his temples so we are thinking he is going to be a blondie like his momma! He was born on July 15, 2013 and weighed 7lbs 15 oz, 20 1/2 inches long. He is such a relaxed baby and does more grunting and squeeking like a mouse than he does crying. He is still working on the whole sleeping through the night thing and hopefully he figures it out soon because Mom and Dad are beyond tired! Besides that though, we have no complaints and he truly is the perfect baby. I only wish he could stay just like this forever and never grow up. He is such a momma's boy and wants to be around me constantly. He freaks out if he figures out I'm not there (like every night when I try to take a shower) which is precious to me but probably not so much to everyone else who tries to take care of him for me. It will be very interesting (and sad) to see how he handles me going back to work.
His Birth Story

To make a long story short, I wasn't progressing at all (zero dilation, zero braxton hicks contractions, etc) so the doctor told me I would have to be induced and it would be best to do the induction earlier rather than later before the baby got too big or started having problems. So, we went to the hospital Saturday July 13th to have our baby (I was 39 weeks along). We had originally planned on having him at the St. Rose Siena Hospital but they were having an overflow of patients that day and they cancelled us without even bothering to call us....that was a nice little surprise. So we transferred over to the St. Rose San Martin Hospital and luckily they were having an extremely slow day and were much nicer than the folks over at Siena. By 2:00pm we started the induction process which sadly turned into a 3 day torture event. The medicine they used to start dilation, instead caused my uterus to start contracting. And we aren't talking about minor contractions here.... we're talking off the charts contractions that were occuring every minute (and sometimes even less than that) and my cervix was still not dilating. On the second day of this, the nurse came in and told me they were sending me home because the induction wasn't working. I was starting to freak out because I was having contractions every minute and I really didn't want to risk being at home if I suddenly had this baby! So during this serious moment of anxiety, God granted me some mercy and caused my water to break. The nurse thought I was lying at first out of some desperate attempt to not have to go home, but then the gushing started and it was very obvious that I was not peeing myself.
Once my water broke, I learned the true meaning of pain. The contractions that had once felt pretty bad, now felt like a thousand stabbing knives, and if I moved at all, it only got worse. So there I was, having contractions that were so strong they were registering above 12 on the monitor every 30 seconds to 1 minute and my cervix wasn't doing a dang thing! I wanted to die. In my head I was trying to come up with plans of escape and I remember even thinking about how this wasn't worth it and I didn't want this baby anymore. But there was no escaping it. I was stuck. I was forced to stay in bed by both the nurses, and by the horrific pain that was torturing my body. I hadn't eaten or drank anything in days due to hospital policy. I finally got the nurse to cave in and give me some dextrose in my IV to give me some energy because, as you can imagine, days of no food makes you pretty tired. Both Josh and Sadie were there the whole time and they both felt totally helpless. I was so grateful they were there for support but at the same time, that's about all they could do!
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| Josh hanging out and watching TV since there wasn't much else he could do to help the situation. Yes, I was jealous... |
Then, at the end of day 2, my saving grace came.... the epidural. The nurse felt so bad for me that she talked the anesthesiologist into giving me an epidural when I reached 3cm of dilation (and that was with her manually using her fingers to dilate me that far). Normally, they won't give it to you until 4cm but since my cervix had a mind of its own, I was made the "special case." Life got much better from there. I was immediately thanking and praising the anesthesiologist like he was some sort of God, and to me at that moment, he was. Now that the pain was gone, I was me again.... not some moaning, crying, cussing, crazy person. I was able to talk again and chew on my ice chips in a pathetic attempt to keep the dry mouth at bay.
At 1:00am on the third day, the moment I had been dreading came and the nurse told us they wanted to do a C-Section because nothing was happening with my cervix. I was so mad at my body for doing this to me! Nobody wants to go through surgery, and especially after you had worked so hard for days to keep that from happening! So I begged the nurse to give me until 6am and if nothing had happened by then, we would do the C-Section. Over the next 5 hours Josh and I prayed and prayed. I also did every possible thing I could think of to make the progression happen. I was exhausted. I was now going on day 3 of zero sleep, and zero food/water. I'm not lying when I say that mentally, emotionally, and physically I was over it. So when the nurse came in at 6am to check me and informed me that not only had I DEGRESSED instead of progressed, but the baby had also changed positions and was no longer head down anymore, I calmly told her to schedule the C-Section and in my head I didn't care anymore.
So they wheeled me into the operating room with Josh right behind us putting on his scrubs and mask. In the O.R. I was strapped to a table and given plenty of drugs to paralyze me from the chest down. I was numb on the outside, but on the inside I was panicking. I've never been through a surgery before, and especially never one that was totally unplanned. My mind was racing with thoughts like, "What if the drugs don't work and I feel them cutting into me?!" So, of course the tears started and pretty soon I was crying uncontrollably. "How could this happen?" I was thinking. I did everything right! I followed all the rules, I kept myself fit and read plenty of books. I even prayed!!! So why was I now strapped to a table with a big blue sheet in front of me keeping me from seeing the two doctors who were currently cutting me open?! Josh held my hand and kept trying to console me but I was so far from being consolable. Then the intense chest pain came. The anesthesiologist said it was from the pressure of the gas the doctors were using, pushing up against my chest and she gave me some more pain meds that took a couple of minutes to kick in. I thought I was having a heart attack which didn't help my anxiety at all and then suddenly, once the pain went away, the nausea and dry heaving kicked in. So in came more drugs. The doctor asked Josh if he wanted to stand up and watch them pull out the baby (I was so jealous) and the next thing I knew, I was hearing my son cry. It was the sweetest moment of my life. I couldn't see him, or hold him, but I could hear him and that was a sound I hope I will forever remember. Josh helped the nurse cut the cord, and clean him off, and then they brought him over to my head (my arms were still strapped down) so I could kiss him and look at our new beautiful creation. Then, they took him away with Josh right beside him the entire time and proceeded to sew my body back together.
I was so exhaused and high on drugs that the rest of the day is slightly blurry and I remember having an extremely hard time keeping my eyes from going cross-eyed when I tried to focus on people who were talking to me. They wheeled me into my room where Josh and the baby were waiting for me and proceeded to give me my baby. He was like a soft piece of heaven and he smelled so good! He took to breastfeeding immediately and I spent the rest of the day/night with him in my arms just gazing awestruck at how perfect he was. Josh went out into the waiting room to tell all 50 of our visitors that Austin had arrived! They all came in excitedly and I had such a fun time watching them hold him and love on him until the nurse kicked everyone out because there were too many people there. We stayed for two more days after that, making a total of 5 days spent in the hospital. Over those next two days we rested, had visitors, and had a beautiful time getting to know our new son.
The experience of bringing our son into the world wasn't perfect, and I won't lie and say that I am excited to do it again anytime soon. But the experience of lying in the hospital bed together as a family and laughing excitedly about all the funny faces Austin was making made the memory of all that pain melt away. He had us spellbound and we officially knew what it meant to be in love.
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| The C-Section.....Doctor Samantha Schoenhaus pulling him out of my stomach. |
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| The doctor put him up over the curtain after she pulled him out of my stomach so I could see him! |
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| Daddy cutting the umbilical cord! |
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| Getting cleaned off. |
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| Not happy about getting wiped down. His face was so swollen! |
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| Daddy standing by Mommy and holding my hand while I cried. |
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| Getting weighed and measured. |
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| All clean and waiting for Mommy to come to come out of surgery to hold him! |
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| Holding my baby for the first time! |
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| I looked terrible in these pictures but this moment was so precious! |
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| My life felt complete! It was all worth it at this moment! |
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| Daddy coming over to be a part of it :). |
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| Our first family picture! Don't judge me, I was so swollen and tired!! |
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| I couldn't get enough of him! He was so beautiful! |
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| Austin's new entourage. Can you say spoiled?! |
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| Josh was such a proud Daddy. It was so sweet to see how excited he was to show off his son to everyone. |
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| This is one of those silly faces I was talking about. He is such a funny baby! |
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| First day home! We were discharged at midnight so we were ALL tired! Poor Daddy had to go to work today too :(. |
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| But baby boy and I got to stay in bed and snuggle! I'm so in love with this sweet little boy! |
Currently:
Austin is three weeks old now and grows more adorable by the minute. We can't get enough of his big blue eyes, the little mouse squeeks he makes, or his adorable double chin. We are having so much fun learning how to be a family of three and each day both Austin and I can't wait for 5 o'clock to roll around so Daddy can come home and spend time with us! Josh and I both feel like we are two totally different people now... it's funny how that happens. We can't wait to see what the future has in store for all of us and what the next adventure will be!
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| 4 days old, having just come home from his first doctors visit |
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| He had mild jaundice so we had to put him in his diaper and give him a little sun exposure. It was so funny every time we took him outside because in seconds he would suddenly become limp like a rag doll and fall asleep. |
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| At 2 weeks he was the typical newborn. He slept most of the day, stayed up most of the night, and loved to eat and poop. |
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| We gave him his first bath at the end of the second week when his umbilical cord finally fell off. He loved it and acted so relaxed the entire time. |
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| At 3 weeks he loves to be held and doesn't react very well when you try to set him down. So I tried out the baby carrier and he loved it! He got to be right there by my side the whole day while I unpacked our house and even fell asleep in it. |