Monday, January 27, 2014

William Aaron Jones

William Aaron Jones joined our family on December 8, 2013, a blessed two days before his due date. Here is his birth story. It's long, but I want it here to look back on.


I was scheduled to work the night shift on Saturday, December 7th, but I had thrown up and was not feeling well in general, so I called in sick. We went to bed around 8 pm and I fell asleep quickly.

I woke around 2:15 am to contractions, which was not unusual. I went to the bathroom because I knew I would just wake up in an hour having to go. After I laid back down, I felt a pop but there definitely was not a big gush, so I wasn’t sure if my water had actually broken. I said to Peter, “I think my water broke.” He said, “Ok.” And went back to sleep. I said a prayer asking for guidance and confirmation to know if this really was labor. There was basically no chance of me going back to sleep, so I looked at facebook on my phone and saw that my friend Liana, who had done her capstone in labor and delivery, had commented on a photo recently, so I figured she was working a night shift and decided to call her. As I was talking to her, I continued to leak more fluid, so we concluded that my water probably had broken. Peter had woken up in the meantime, and we decided to go get something to eat before the contractions were too bad. I ate some pancakes and then asked Peter to give me a blessing. During the blessing, I got some anxiety because I hadn’t felt the baby move in quite a long time. I drank some Dr. Pepper and laid on my side to try to get him to move, but he still wasn’t moving. I grabbed my stethoscope and tried to find his heartbeat, but that wasn’t working either. At this point, it was around 4 am and Peter called a couple of our neighbors to see if they could come give me a blessing.

Jeff made it over first and he and Peter gave me a blessing. I was getting pretty hysterical by this point because I still hadn’t felt him move. Then, Mark and Andrae came over. When I saw Andrae, I really lost it. I felt so much panic and despair as I was becoming more and more convinced that we were losing this baby.
The drive to the hospital was pretty quick, but silent as Peter and I were both so nervous about the situation. We got to Labor and Delivery and the nurses were taking forever to get us checked in and me on the monitors. We finally did get the monitors on and we found his heartbeat right away. I cannot explain how much relief I felt when I heard that strong heartbeat. Once the nurse left, Peter and I said a prayer of gratitude; we were both so grateful.

I had called my mom before we left, so she and Shannon got to the hospital at around 6. Since we hadn’t brought anything, Peter went home to get our stuff and they stayed with me. Upon arrival, I was STILL only dilated to a 1. This was frustrating because I really didn’t want to get pitocin, so I was really hoping that I had progressed more.
When Peter got back, my mom and Shannon left because we thought we would have a really long time. When the new nurse came on at 7, she checked me and I was dilated to a 2. Not much progress, but better than nothing. We decided with the nurse that I would only be monitored for 20 minutes out of every hour so that I could get in the tub or walk around. We tried walking around, but I had to stop for every contraction as they were getting much more painful. So, we went back to the room and I got in the tub. I spent about 30 minutes in there, but it was not as relieving as I had hoped, so I went back to the bed.

At about 8, we called Krista to let her know we were at the hospital. We had invited Krista to come to the delivery for support and to take pictures. We told her it would probably be quite a while, so no rush. She said she would leave soon to meet us there.

At 9, I had the nurse check me and I was dilated to 3 cm and 100% effaced. I was progressing at about the rate they expected, but it was getting very painful. The baby was posterior, so all of the contractions were in my back and they were double peaked, lasting about 3 minutes, with only about 30 seconds in between. During one particularly difficult contraction, I told Peter that I couldn’t do it. The nurse talked me through the contraction and once it was over, I decided that I would do it. She offered to give me some fentanyl through my IV to take the edge off and I immediately accepted. Krista arrived a few minutes later, around 9:30, and took over for the nurse.

Krista and Peter had a good system of supporting me. Peter would put pressure on my back and Krista played with my hair during every contraction. At this point, I kind of zoned out. I don’t remember much about the next two hours. Every once in a while, one of them would ask me a question and I would respond with one word. Finally, I said to get the nurse because I needed to push. She came in and checked me for what seemed like forever. She said, “Do you want the good news or bad news first?” I said, “Good news.” She said, “You’re dilated to a 9.” I said, “What’s the bad news?” She said, “You won’t be pregnant for very much longer.”

At this point, there was a flurry of movement as the nurse called another nurse to get the doctor in. It was interesting that I suddenly became very coherent and my body knew exactly what to do. I pushed for about half an hour and William was born. The doctor commented that he was bigger than she expected and they put him right on my chest. He was screaming and perfect. I kept rubbing his back because he wasn’t pinking up. The nurse gave him apgar scores of 8 and 8, both 2 off for color. They called the special care nursery nurse to come and check him. They suctioned 30 ml of fluid from his stomach, but he was still grunting, so they decided to take him down to the nursery. Peter went with him and as he was going, my mom and Shannon arrived.

William stopped grunting on the way down the hall, but they kept him to observe for half an hour. They brought him back and we were all together as a family for the first time.


Although it was painful, I would do it natural again. It was incredibly empowering how my body knew exactly what to do to bring William into this world. 















Photo: Welcome to the world, Baby William! You are so lucky to have fabulous parents!







Wednesday, September 11, 2013

NYC

After our fun few days in D.C. we headed up to New York via the Bolt Bus. Benny was so nice to take us to our stop in a sketch part of Baltimore far too early in the morning. 4 hours and $28 dollars later, we were in the middle of New York City! Not a bad deal.

We checked our bags at the New Yorker and headed on our way. I can't remember what we did on which days, so I'll give the break down in no particular order.




 The bull



 At the top of the Empire State Building. We had this cool/nerdy audio tour that told us about the different boroughs.

 Peter with his favorite painting, "Starry night". Despite his face, he says this was one of his very favorite parts our trip.

 

 While we were waiting for our cruise around the lower part of Manhattan, we saw this giant anchor and boat.






 I'm sure you can guess who took the pictures of the sailboats.




At the top of the Rockefeller Center.

 Doughnut Plant in Chelsea
 Falafel from a street vendor
 Carnegie Deli
 Junior's Cheesecake in Times Square
 Street hotdogs



Grimaldi's Pizza
 The new Freedom Tower
 The Museum of Natural History
 
Times Square


The Brooklyn Bridge- this bridge was probably my very favorite part of NYC this time around. I'm so glad we took the time to walk across it.

We went to Newsies one night and I had a permagrin the entire time. It was just so fun. I think Peter liked it, too.

One funny story from New York, well, it's funny now. We stayed at a hotel out by the LaGuardia Airport because it was so much less expensive than staying in the city. I had an app on my phone that told us exactly which trains to take to get where we wanted to go. On the first night, we picked up our stuff around 10 pm from the New Yorker and started to make our way to the hotel. We got off where it said we should but we couldn't find the connecting train anywhere. The area we were seemed a bit sketch, not good lighting at all. And, I just started crying. I felt like such a failure because I had planned everything and we were totally lost. This nice man saw that we looked lost and he stopped to help us. He called a cab company for us and stayed with us until the cab came. It was so kind. It did end up working out well because we ended up giving a Book of Mormon to the cab driver after he told us about his wife who is a member. It was a good missionary experience.

We saw so much when we went to New York. When I went in high school, I just went along for the ride and stuck to all the touristy things. While we did a lot of tourist things this time, we also spent time in some of the neighborhoods, which I really enjoyed. Brooklyn was super charming and I also really enjoyed going to the Highline Park. We went through Central Park and basically just walked all over. We like to pack it in on our vacations, and I feel like this one was super successful!


**Somehow, this didn't get posted, so here it is. For journaling purposes.