Well we had an eventful weekend/early part of this blessed Christmas week! I know I missed updating the blog this past Sunday night but for good reason. Basically all last week was contractions every single night like ground hog day but eventually I would fall asleep and then have the whole thing happen again the next night. However, on Saturday we took matters into our own hands and did some good walking at Mall of America (very desperate measure seeing as it was the last Saturday before Christmas) :) However, I was getting really scared this baby wasn't waiting for the 28th and I didn't want to be in a hospital on Christmas if possible. Saturday evening contractions started to happen a bit more regularly and stronger. In addition, I just felt "off" and couldn't sleep. Finally at 5a I told Clint I couldn't take it and we decided to call the on call Dr with the contractions sometimes hitting 5 mins apart. She sent us into the hospital and THANK GOD for our good friends the Cassem's who basically took on Maci as their own for the last few days. We were at the hospital until about 11a when we made the call that while I was having contractions, they weren't the kind to be strong enough to progress dilation. The nurses and doctors swore we would be back but they also believed I would be more comfortable at home to attempt to rest, bath, eat etc. At the same time, the on call doctor convinced me to consider a V-back (vaginal delivery post C-Section). She helped me understand the small risks, easier recovery, rationale for why I was such a good candidate (breach babies are the best as there was nothing wrong with the mother/baby, just positioning of the baby) and his head was SO low. Of course, I wouldn't agree to this until she did an ultra sound to prove it was indeed the head - been through that rodeo once before! So there we were back at home and basically up for over 24 hours. I was able to sleep for 1 hour but these darn contractions were fierce. However, while intensity kept picking up, the spacing was still varied. By 7p, I didn't care if they were only about 7 or 8 mins apart - I needed pain management! We called the Dr who was the same one from earlier in the day and said, come on in. Thankfully I was at 4 1/2 centimeters at that point so the contractions had been causing me to progress so we were admitted, a baby was coming! I struggled through some contractions and finally said I was ready for the epidural. Thankfully, this epidural seemed to work better than the one with Maci. After the epidural, the Dr broke my water and confirmed I was already at 6 centimeters. I was quite pleased to hear I was progressing so quickly since I had the last time with Maci but that was due to pitocin. I really wanted to avoid that drug but I also wanted to avoid a 24 hour labor/delivery as well. So we have the epidural (ouch) and we are attempting to get some rest. Well that lasted 1 hour. I called the nurse back in saying I felt somewhat sick to my stomach to see if I could have any anti nausea meds in my IV. While she is in the room I literally "LOST IT." Clint can attest to the CRAZY Kellie that came out around that time. I was now at about 9 centimeters - yes 6 to 9 in one hour - I guess I should say I am lucky but that means TURBO labor - per my Dr. The epidural that had been my friend was now not working for one band of space across my groin area. Therefore, every single contraction (2 mins apart) were being felt and causing me to FLIP THE HELL out! The nurse and Clint said I did great but I was saying things that could make anyone blush, telling Clint to stop talking like I wasn't in the room and encouraging my nurse to "figure out a way to get this baby out now!" Pretty sure I said I cant do this 100 times. We eventually decided I needed another epidural since it should have been providing more comfort and seemed to have come out of my spine a bit. So yes, epidural #2 (Ouch!) and an anesthesiologist who kept asking "Pain or Pressure" - I was about to give him Pain Ha :) As soon as that epidural was in and I was checked - we were fully dilated! They debated letting me labor down, to allow the head to come even further. However, it was pretty low, I was losing my shit (per earlier notes) and they knew the pain may not leave. So at 320a I started to push which I am told by multiple medical professionals I am good at - probably because I wanted that kid out! Especially when the Dr promised I would immediately feel better once that occurred :) Thankfully due to my great pushing and with the help of a vacuum (Mr Connor's head was a bit stuck) - I had a baby in my arms by 335a! Fortunately the vacuum caused no issues and only some bruising on his face, not the vacuum but probably pressure of his face pushing against a bone for so long. It was such an emotional moment and I felt like a true warrior for having gotten my "shit" together, focusing and getting him out when it mattered! Clint will tell you that he has a new found respect for me - not that the C-Section wasn't crazy but I think he knew how much I had to do this for it to have happened - very sweet :)
We had some words about the kicking and LOW head the last few weeks ;-)
First Daddy & Connor Picture
Clint, Kellie, Maci & Connor
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