Tuesday, January 12, 2016
Posted by BreAnne Sargent at 10:07 PM
Sunday, January 11, 2015
So it has been a year and a half since the last time I posted! Sorry! Our lives have been a little crazy, but those things are for a different day. Today I have a minute so I want to type up DeLayna's birth story. Surprise! I was pregnant during and had another baby since the last time I post! haha!
DeLayna Bre Sargent was born November 15, 2014 at 1:30 am weighing 7 lbs 4 oz and 18.5 inches long. She wasn't due to be born until November 27th, Thanksgiving Day, however, I really wanted her to come early and I guess she decided she was ok with the idea. Tyler is back in school full time doing the prerequisites classes he needs to be able to go to Chiropractic College and the 14th was his last day in class before Thanksgiving break. I was so nervous that she would come too early and that he'd miss class but luckily, she was being really thoughtful and waited ;). I'd been having some contractions on and off on the 13th but nothing too serious. When I woke up on the 14th I noticed that my contractions were starting to get stronger and they were coming every time I tried to do something. I didn't want to mention it to Tyler because he had a test that day and I didn't want to have him worrying about me going into labor when he should be thinking about his test. As the contractions didn't go away I asked what time his test would be and told him I was having some contractions but didn't want him to worry.
As the day wore on I continued to have contractions so I started making a few preparations just in case, such as laundry. By the early evening time the contractions were getting strong enough that I would need to stop what I was doing and breathe through them. I decided it was time to pack a hospital bag so I wouldn't be scurrying around if the contractions got stronger. I spent some time on the birthing ball and even went down to the treadmill and walked for half an hour drinking lots of water all the while. All this was in an effort to either get things to progress or stop it if it was false labor. There were a few contractions on the treadmill that made me stop walking and breathe but mostly I was able to keep walking.
Since the contractions weren't stopping but weren't to the point where I felt like we should go to the hospital, we decided to turn on a movie to occupy our minds and take our thoughts off of how slow time seemed to be going by. I sat on the birthing ball and we turned on The Hunger Games. The contractions were getting stronger and stronger to the point where I needed to get on my hands and knees and really use my breathing techniques with each one. The problem was they weren't coming at a consistent interval of time as sometimes it would be only 5 minutes then others were only 1-2 minutes and then there would be a 6-7 minutes stretch. I think one of the hardest things about labor is when it's difficult but not progressing like you think it should. I always worry I'm in false labor and that it's all going to suddenly stop and be disappointing and to an extent, pointless. Well the contractions were getting strong enough that I decided to call my midwife and find out what her opinion was. It was 11:00 pm when I called and the midwife on call was Elizabeth Harmer CNM. I explained to her the timing of the contractions and she asked if I was having a lot of back pain explaining that the timing is often similar to what I was describing when the baby is posterior. I wasn't having a lot of back labor (like I had experienced with Dax), but after talking to me and hearing me stop to breathe through a couple contractions while on the phone she told me to come in and get checked.
We grabbed our things and headed to American Fork Hospital which was only about a 10 minute drive, thank goodness. They took us in and took me to a triage room to be checked. I asked what time it was after I got changed into my gown and Tyler told me it was 12:30. When the nurse came in and checked me I was already Dilated to a 6! They admitted me and took me to a room to deliver in. As I labored they tried to hook me up to an IV for my antibiotics because I had tested Group B Strep positive (as always). The nurse who came in to put in the IV was no good. I was really annoyed with how careless she was. It was the most painful IV I've had. She just seemed like she was rushing and didn't really care if she did a good job. Even though she didn't do it carefully, she got the stupid IV in and started the drip. They made me wear the monitors for 20 minutes but I wasn't very cooperative. I told them NO I wasn't going to lay on my back for 20-30 minutes while they monitored the baby. I'm sorry, but I can't labor effectively on my back and in my opinion it slows down labor to lay down. So I made them deal with me on my hands and knees. I'm really nice like that.
After they took the monitor off my midwife checked me and said I was dilated to a 8+ and complete. She asked me if I wanted her to break my water. I thought that breaking my water would slow things down because I thought someone had told me that the bag pushes and opens things up with each contraction but she said the baby's head would actually do a better job and it would speed things up. Well tell a laboring woman that it will speed things up and of course she's going to say yes. So I agreed and she broke my water. Sure enough, it got more intense like she said it would, but before long I started to feel like pushing. I got up on my hands and knees and with the coming contractions I started to give in to the urge to push. It was only a couple of contractions of pushing and my midwife was saying things like "her head is just right there! You're doing great" A couple more contractions and she started crowning. With the next contraction I really put a lot into it and her head came through. The contraction stopped and I was waiting for the next contraction to continue pushing but everyone was yelling at me to keep pushing. So without the help of a contraction I started pushing. One ornery nurse in particular was telling me to push and I said, "I am" which was hard to say while pushing, mind you. The nurse then got right up in my face and yelled "WE NEEEEEED YOU TO PUSH!" It just made me so mad!! I know how to deliver a baby! THIS IS MY 4TH BABY! So I yelled back "I AM PUSHING!!!!" once the contraction started and helped me in my pushing the rest of her body slipped through and a wave of relief came over me. They handed her to my through my legs and helped me lay down. I was so happy to hear I hadn't torn hardly at all and didn't need stitches! Yay!
Tyler helped cut her cord and I got to hold her for a while as the cleaned up. Right as DeLayna was delivered she had a bowl movement and it got all over me and the bed and so it was just a huge gross mess. (TMI? Maybe, sorry)
Tyler went with the nurse as they took her to weigh her. After a short while I got cleaned up and the moved us to another room to stay in.
We left Luke and Dax and Lacey with my parents when we went to the hospital and so they got to come the next day and see their new baby sister. It was really so neat. Luke is old enough (4) to understand better what a new baby means and he was so sweet to watch hold his new baby sister. Lacey was just in love right off the bat and Dax was such a sweet brother too. They still love her and give her a lot of hugs and kisses.
WELCOME TO THE FAMILY DeLayna! We love you!
Posted by BreAnne Sargent at 8:44 PM
Tuesday, April 16, 2013
Well it has been an extremely long time since I last posted! I apologize. Things have been really crazy in our home! We've been doing a lot of renovations trying to get our house ready to list for sale and we wanted to get most of them done before Baby Lacey joined us. I'll post about those things another day. Today I want to tell you the story or Lacey's birth.
My contractions started at 10:30 pm on the 11th. They were really quite bearable at first and the first couple started out about 25 minutes apart. Then they jumped to about 10 minutes apart for the next 2 hours and started to get strong enough that I had to really breath through them and get up on my hands and knees to work through them which is how I've done it each time I've gone into labor. After the contractions ended I would look at the clock, lay back in my bed and try to sleep in case I was in labor all night and all the next day like I was with my boys. I knew I would need rest.
Well at 2:30 the contractions were already really strong and only 5 minutes apart. I was starting to have some difficulty getting through the contractions without counter pressure from Tyler (who I was trying to let sleep for the same reason I was trying to sleep). I finally decided I better wake him up and say "it's time to go to the hospital". It made me really nervous to say that because I had a hard time believing it could progress so quickly for me. I decided to call my midwife too and see if it would be smart to go to the hospital or wait a while longer. I felt bad waking her up but I know that's what she's there for. She told me to go in and get checked. Well, Tyler had a hard time believing it too. He woke up and said "are you sure?" then called his mom to come stay the night with our boys and started getting in the shower. "Wait, what? You're getting in the shower? I just said it's time to the hospital." Yeah he didn't think it was that pressing of a situation given our last 2 experiences.
So Tyler started loading things up and getting everything ready for us to leave and his mom arrived right before 3:00am. We put the seats down in the back of our Subaru wagon so I could ride back there and get on my hands and knees if I needed to. I was on them the whole ride. I couldn't deal with the intensity of the contractions in any other position and every sharp turn or jolt triggered another contraction. A short distance before the hospital I had a particularly strong one and really thought I was starting to feel the urge to push. "No, it's my imagination" I told myself, "It's not even 3:30 yet."
Well we got to the emergency room entrance and they got a wheel chair and started taking me up to Labor and Delivery. By the time we got to the elevator I had to bail off the wheel chair to my hands and knees for the contraction I could feel coming on. The nurse wheeling me was shocked by it and almost ran over me! It still makes me laugh thinking about her reactions. Especially because then she wheeled me up to the counter and said, "I'm going to leave her chair pointed this way because she randomly bails out." Well?! Who can handle that kind of pressure sitting down?! Honestly!
So when they checked me in triage I was already dilated to a 6 and completely effaced. I was happy to hear I wasn't making things up in my head. They called my midwife and told her they didn't think they'd be able to get me all the antibiotics for the group b strep I tested positive for (again) and that I was a 6 and feeling "pushy". The next time they checked me probably 10 minutes later I was already a 7. For those of you who don't know, active labor is defined by progressing by at least a centimeter per hour. The next time they checked me maybe 15 minutes later I was right around an 8. I was really starting to feel like pushing now! They called the resident MD in for an emergency delivery and checked me again. I was a 9 and they figured as soon as my water broke I'd be a 10. Well... my water broke shortly after that with a really strong contraction. I could feel Lacey on her way out and it was right about then that the resident MD came running in. She told me I was doing great and to keep pushing and about 3 pushes later (still on my hands and knees mind you), Lacey was born! We were at the hospital less than an hour and already has our sweet girl joining us!
Just then my midwife walked in. Yeah... she should have gone to the hospital when I called her at 2:30. Oh well. It's not like anyone was really coaching or helping me. Lacey was ready and on her way out. Someone just needed to be there to catch her!
I only tore a little bit. most were too small to see at first and the resident MD thought I hadn't torn at all. My midwife was standing over her watching her every move and started pointed out the tears. I'm glad she came. I was grateful for her effort. The nurses didn't really communicate to her how fast things were moving. I can't say that I blame them though. They were all running around trying to get things ready for Lacey.
Tyler got to cut the cord and hold her first. I was really weak after being on my hands and knees nearly non stop for 6 hours. I had to lay down and try to rest for a minute before I could feel comfortable holding her. Honestly... I don't remember how long it was before I held her. I'm going to have to ask Tyler that, I was distracted by the stitches and pitocin.
I ended up having to be put on pitocin unfortunately. For some reason I was bleeding a little too much immediately after delivery. I don't know if I really needed it or not I don't know how they guage that, but I'm grateful I was not in the car or something where I wouldn't have had that precaution had my body really started to lose it.
So Lacey didn't get the antibiotics they intended her to get to prevent her from getting group b strep but I'm hoping since her exposure time (from when my water broke) was only maybe 5 minutes that she won't have any late on set. So far she is healthy and eating well.
I'm recovering well and we're all learning how to be a family of 5 now. It's crazy that we already have 3 kids!
Luke LOVES his baby sister. He wants to hold her all the time and he has never held still so long in his life but he sits there very still and careful with her in his arms and frequently leans over to kiss her forehead. It melts my heart!
Dax is intrigued by Lacey but is going through some jealousy. He still likes to look at her and talk about her but isn't very interested in touching her and wants to be right by me while I try to nurse her.
Thanks for all the love and support from everyone! We really appreciate your show of congratulations. We're so happy to have Lacey in our family!
Posted by BreAnne Sargent at 2:16 PM