7 pounds, 11 ounces
20 3/4 inches
Yes, it’s true! Gage finally made his appearance! There’s quite a story behind this little guy’s arrival, so grab a cup of coffee, sit back, and read on.
We had originally thought our induction was scheduled for Thursday. Signals got crossed, messages missed, and it ended up being moved to Friday. It ended up being a blessing in disguise, because I got one last day of rest before becoming a mom of 6. With everything that’s happened since his birth, all I can tell you is that I really needed a day of rest beforehand!
We arrived at the hospital at 4:55am on Friday. They processed everything through right away, and by 5:20am, I was hooked up to the pitocin. The contractions came fairly often, but there was nothing strong or regular about them.
At 7:20am, my OBGYN came in and broke my water. The contractions picked up, and since I was almost at a 4, they decided to go ahead and insert the epidural without actually turning it on. Because I have scoliosis so badly, inserting the epidural isn’t an easy task. In fact, with my first 5 births, only 2 other epidurals ever took because it’s just so difficult to get them in right. Luckily, I had a very kind, very patient anesthesiologist, and he took his time putting it in. It hurt, but I knew it would be well worth it in the end.
Right after he got the epidural in place, it was about 9:15am, and the nurse checked me. I was at a 6. Fabulous! Things were moving right along, so we went ahead and turned on the epidural. Ahhhh…. heaven! (They really should give these to you at about week 36. Would make the last few weeks of pregnancy so much more bearable!)
About half an hour later, I had the strongest urge to push. The nurse checked me, and I was at a 9! They quickly called the doctor, and we all prayed he make it in time to deliver the baby.
He did. Thank heavens.
He got there, and it was a minute or two after 10am. He said I still had a ring of cervix left, but I could probably push right through it.
With 4 big pushes, Gage made his appearance in the world at 10:06am.
I have to confess – I did not do so well during those few minutes of pushing. One would think that having been through the labor and delivery process 5 times prior to this, that I would be cool, calm, and completely under control.
I completely lost my “supermom” status for those few moments. I screamed like I had never screamed before. (Thank goodness I wasn’t feeling well and had no voice!) I cried and carried on and even told my husband at one point, “I can’t do it!” He gently rubbed my head and said, “Honey, you don’t have a choice. You have to do it.” My voice of reason when I had lost all self-control.
Immediately after Gage was born, I felt like the world’s biggest idiot. How could I freak out like that? Where on earth did that come from? We may never know, but I’m SO glad I only had to push for a few minutes. I can’t imagine how stupid I would have felt if I had carried on like that for hours! (blush!)
Overall, the labor and delivery was amazing. I had a very good friend that ended up as my labor and delivery nurse that day, and while our friendship has now been taken to a whole new level, she was the best nurse I’ve ever had. Truth be told, the entire nursing staff that I ended up with all weekend was amazing.
Gene went and picked up the kids shortly after Gage was born. They all just adore him. Everyone wants to hold him all the time, and they just love and kiss all over Baby Gage. It’s so sweet. I just hope Gage can put up with it! 🙂
The doctor let me go home on Sunday, after requesting I stay an extra day to get some rest.
It was so nice to be home on Sunday evening. A friend brought us dinner, and we got to chat for awhile.
On Monday morning, what had started as a little cough on Thursday of last week had turned into coughing up blood. Gene and I decided I needed to go back to the ER to figure out what was going on. I had no other symptoms, just the nasty cough.
Now, if you’re a friend of mine on Facebook, you know how crazy things got yesterday during that ER visit.
I went in for a cough, and when the chest x-ray came back clear of pneumonia, they started talking about blood clots. Things went from bad to worse, and the doctors had me scared out of my mind – literally. I couldn’t stop crying, afraid that I had just given birth to my 6th baby and was going to die of a blood clot. I posted on facebook begging for prayers from anyone that happened to log on during that time. My husband held me, and we cried and prayed, letting God take control of the entire situation.
The radiologist came in to take me to the CT Scan, and I really think he was sent straight from heaven. Before the procedure, he talked to me about what was going on, the side effects, why I needed to not breastfeed Gage for 24 hours or so, and what would happen if the scan revealed a clot. I started the talk with him in absolute hysterics, and by the time the entire procedure was over, I had a peace like I’d never felt before. I knew I had so many people praying, and I knew that God was in control, that I just couldn’t worry any more.
A few minutes after the CT Scan, the doctor came back in the room and announced, “It’s pneumonia! The x-ray missed it.” Now, never in my life have I ever muttered the words, “Praise the Lord, it’s just pneumonia!” but I did yesterday. No clot meant no treatment for a clot. Once the contrast dye made it through my system, I could resume nursing again, and everything would be right with the world. God is so good!
So, as you can see, things have been a little bit crazy around here. Today has been a much better day, and now that it’s been over 24 hours, and I can resume breastfeeding Gage again, things are even better.
The ladies at church are spoiling me rotten with dinners each night, and it has been such a huge help. I am so thankful for the family and friends that I have that care so much.
Thank you to each one of you that prayed for me, thought about me, left a comment on another post, or even just took the time to read this. Know that you are loved and appreciated.
Now, I’m off to go rest up some more. Maybe I can keep the excitement level down for awhile.
I gotta tell you one last thing, though, being a mom of 6 is absolutely amazing. I am so blessed!
(Ignore how exhausted I look in that picture. I did just have a baby.) 🙂