Birth Story: Rose Emaline

What a special day this was. I will forever cherish and treasure the memory of Rose's birth. We are fortunate to have the day beautifully captured by Nicole at Heart + Soul Unscripted.

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After a night of hardly two hours of sleep (thanks to nerves, being very pregnant, and our 3 year old turning on every light in the house at midnight looking for the pony she fell asleep with), we arrived at the hospital bright and early Wednesday morning for Rose's birth. For a number of reasons, we decided to go forward with induction on this day.

My dear mother even drove out off base the night before to get my coffee order (sans ice) to chill over night in the fridge so that I could be firing on full throttle the next morning. That's love.

We got all checked in, and I loved the fact that I could prepare my birth space the way I wanted and felt might be most helpful for me. This included setting up my essential oil diffuser, starting my "labor day" playlist on the bluetooth speaker (which consisted mostly of worship music), tucking clutter and bags to the side, and placing verse encouragement cards where I could see them.

My ultimate goal and birth plan consisted of- "healthy mom, healthy baby."  But my heart of heart's birth plan was to have this precious babe without an epidural. Being the nurse that I am though- I did my best not to obsess over this or make a big deal of it. If it came to me needing one, I wouldn't hesitate. I also knew that it being an induction (on pitocin) could potentially make this goal a bit more difficult to reach, but again- I didn't focus on that.

The pitocin was started by 8am and then began the waiting game. We walked the halls, bounced on the peanut ball, walked some more, swayed at the bedside, did hip-dips like crazy (trying to aid in optimal positioning). The pit was increased per standards until we were getting to quite a higher dosage and my contractions (though pretty regular and ideally spaced) were still just not painful. Around 12:15pm, my sweet doctor was able to break my waters in hopes of getting active labor truly started.  I was only maybe 3-4cm at the absolute most. I knew there was no going back at this point (& we then called in our wonderful birth photographer, Nicole).

By the time she arrived, things had gotten real and I was working hard through the contractions. My goal once active labor hit was this- keep moving, don't lay down, just keep moving and changing position. This worked beautifully with Abram and I knew it would this time too. Besides that, laying down was the last thing that sounded helpful or comfortable. Swaying and leaning over the bed with back pressure (with my heated rice bag) was extremely helpful.

The tears were falling and I was most definitely in pain. Andrew was the calm, quiet, and constant support I needed.

The plan had been for my doctor to come back in 2 hours after breaking my water to re-check me.  She did come back. But she did not check me as she kindly explained that she didn't want to disappoint me (& I was maybe only 5 or 6cm at this point). I won't lie when I say this was extremely discouraging to me as I was already shaking and nauseous feeling (how I've felt during transition with both Bonnie and Abram).

She then asked if I wanted to get in the shower (as I had mentioned wanting to at appointments prior). Thankfully, I insisted on the waterproof and wireless monitoring before labor ever started. To the shower I went.

***Consider this your warning. Though modest, uncensored images of Rosie being born are below***

Each contraction brought greater and greater pain. I sat for just a few minutes but that seemed incredibly uncomfortable. The warmth and sensation of the water was helpful as I continued working through each wave knowing that they were bringing me closer and closer to meeting Rosie.

It wasn't but 45 minutes later that the sudden feeling of intense pressure began. Though I felt like I was getting close to needing to push, I began to doubt myself. Less than an hour earlier, I was encouraged that a longer road was ahead and I still had quite a ways to go. A few contractions later (through the screaming. Oh yes, I'm a loud laborer.... no shame!), I called out for someone to go get help. In my mind, I knew there were towels behind Andrew and that he very well may be helping me catch this baby any minute. Nicole (birth photographer) ran out for help and Andrew reached up to check me (bless him). Yep, babe was coming and I wasn't moving anywhere.

Just prior to this, I was feeling at my breaking point. How on earth could things be this real, this painful, this intense and still so long to go I kept thinking. I believe it was at this point that I was literally crying out, "Lord Jesus, help me."

And it was indeed time.

There was no halting the urge to push. I was relieved to hear my doctor run in. My doc, RN, and Andrew helped gently guide me down to hands and knees for more pushing. I so appreciated Andrew's soft instructions helping as I was struggling to open my hips/legs.

So, there on the shower floor (gross!?), my doctor and RN at my rear (they should win an award or something for just going with the flow and jumping in- literally), Andrew in front, Rose was born. Out she came and my doc instructed me to reach down and help grab her. Oh what an empowering moment!!

She was safely out. Adrenaline rushing, wet from the shower, bleeding, there I sat holding our babe.  All the while, supported and literally held up by my doctor (seriously- she should win an award) on the shower floor.

Babe stunned and myself in so much pain, they took Rosie over to the warmer to continue pinking up. She was just fine. I stood to deliver the placenta and was assisted back to the perfectly untouched bed. They brought Rosie over to me and I remember thinking, "oh my goodness, did that really just happen!?"

Rose was born plump and perfect. Weighing in at 8lbs 5 ounces, she's our biggest babe to date. Oh she's simply perfect. Through the after-pains (they for reals get worse with each babe), I remember feeling so relieved that she was here safely, quickly, and well.

My mom brought the big kids to meet their baby sister. Oh what a joyous time this was.

You never know how meeting new siblings will go, but I don't think it could have gone any better. Abram in particular is quite possibly obsessed with his baby sister and this blesses my heart more than I can even express.

Reflecting back on Rose's birth day, I couldn't be more grateful for how it all happened. I felt very safe and confident that we were in the hospital through it all and could get the help and support we needed if anything wasn't going well. Compared to Abram's birth (primarily laboring at home and arriving to L&D with 3 minutes to spare), I felt a much greater peace. Having seen & cared for mamas & babies with complications, I respect and know full well all of the possibilities of the birth process. Yes, birth is natural and beautiful, but it isn't always straight forward and complications do happen. I couldn't have asked for a better team that day. The staff pretty much let me be and supported what I wanted. All the while hooked up to pitocin and properly monitored, she was born just as I would have dreamed it. With my worship music blasting, my mind stayed focused. Oh it was simply beautiful and I'm SO grateful. Thank you Lord for a healthy baby.

We brought sweet Rosie home from the hospital 24 hours later and began life as a family of five.

(I was able to snap a few photos in the hospital before heading home).

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Stay tuned for Newborn session photos & more on the latest HUGE change to our summer moving plans.

 

Rose Emaline has arrived

Baby sister arrived April 18th at 3:18pm.

We named her Rose Emaline (aka- Rosie).

As I write this, she's almost three weeks old and has thus far proven herself to be our calmest, most content babe yet. You have no idea how thankful that makes me. The Lord knew I needed a bit of a different temperament of little one this go around. Her puffy cheeks that she was born with are already long gone at this point but may come back as she continues to grow and gain. We think she's just beautiful and are all smitten with her!

We are so in love with this little lady. And, yes... I'll be sharing her birth story next! I'm so glad we hired a birth photographer to capture Rosie's birthday. It was quite the special day! Stay tuned for the next post with her birth story and images (at least a few of them that are appropriate enough to share that is).

While we wait...

We await baby girl's arrival and an upcoming cross country move and are doing our best not to stress, worry, or be anxious about any of the upcoming changes. I truly probably haven't adequately prepped these kiddos for all that is to come. Instead, I'm trying to just remain stable, calm, and even keeled. It seems these two (especially Bonnie) easily and quickly pick up on any sort of stress and it quickly effects how she acts, sleeps, eats, etc. And so, we are just keeping on over here. Trying to keep happy, healthy, and normal. We'll take each day as it comes and keep to routine as best we are able.

In the meantime, I'm beyond thrilled that my sweet mama has arrived to help me. Andrew has been working night shift for the past almost month and this always proves to be a difficult schedule for us as a family. We are almost done with his month on this schedule which means that it's baby time!!!!

Any day sweet girl...