Blessing #7 Has Arrived… and What an Entrance She Made!

Most of my faithful readers know that I have been anxiously awaiting the birth of baby #7. Honestly, this has been my longest pregnancy yet… or at least it felt that way. We found out in early summer that we were expecting, and after going through Summer, Fall, and Winter, it felt like I would never make it to 39 weeks or my induction date.

At my last doctor’s appointment on Tuesday, January 29th, my cervix was still very high, very posterior, and only 1 centimeter dilated. Since my induction was set for that Friday morning, the doctor decided that I would head into the hospital Thursday night instead. He wanted to use Cervadil to help ready my cervix before starting the pitocin in the morning.

We arrived just before 8pm, got checked in, and headed up to Labor & Delivery. After answering 8 bazillion questions, they finally got me hooked up to the monitors and watched the baby and my contractions for a little while. Around 9:30pm, the nurse checked my cervix, (still posterior and still only a 1), MOVED my cervix forward, (do not ever, ever let anyone do this to you. Oh my gosh.), and then inserted the cervadil.

I was doing great until a little after midnight… and then the back labor started. Now, in all of my labors, I have never, ever had back labor until now. It was awful. My husband slept soundly on the couch bed next to me, while I bounced on the birthing ball, trying anything I could to ease the pain. At this point, my cervix was maybe a 2. Maybe.

Around 5 am, they started the pitocin. Shortly after that, the back labor pains were so bad that I asked for some kind of pain medicine just to take the edge off. They gave me Phenergan and Stadol in my IV. Within minutes, I was sound asleep. Unable to function, couldn’t wake up. I don’t know if it was a good thing or a bad thing. My cervix was at a 3, but not really making much progress.

At 7:45am, the doctor came in and checked me. I was still incredibly out of it and couldn’t wake up from the stupor of the pain medicine. I was finally at 5cm, so he broke my water.

By 8am, I still wasn’t really “with it” but the contractions were incredibly intense. I don’t know how I didn’t break my husband’s arm, I was squeezing so hard. They checked me – now at a 7 – and ordered the epidural.

Not moments later, I knew I had to push. In fact, I was screaming at the nurses that I was pushing, and they kept telling me not to push and to just hold on… the doctor was coming.

But, seriously – when you have to push, how do you NOT push? It wasn’t happening.

The next thing I know, the doctor walks into the room, puts on his gloves, and I delivered Carly right on the bed. No time for him to catch her, no time for the nurses to get the bed apart, no time for an epidural. She literally popped out! She was born at 8:09 that morning.

The cord was wrapped around her neck twice, and she was very, very blue, so the doctor quickly removed the cord, and they whisked her off to get her lungs cleared out.

I was still so out of it at this point, and don’t really remember what all happened. That medicine just had me so out of it. Her apgar scores were 7 and then 9, so she perked up really quick. And hubby stayed beside her the entire time.

Me, Gage, and CarlyThey cleaned her up and then moved us to another room. Around 10:00, hubby went home to take a shower, and the nurse took the baby back to the nursery. I took a nap, and when I woke up around 11:30am, the meds had finally worn off and I was wide awake – and couldn’t believe how well I felt! I took a shower, did my makeup and never once felt like I had just given birth hours before.

The doctor came in around 1pm, and I asked him if there were any way we could go home. He said that he was fine with my going home, but we’d need to get approval from the pediatrician to allow the baby to go home so early.

Later that afternoon, after a thorough check up with the pediatrician, we were allowed to go home. We would need to bring the baby back the next day for a few tests, but there were no other restrictions.

We left the hospital a little after 6pm, ran to the grocery store – because we had NO food in the house. (All the kids were away for the weekend, and we were planning on being in a hospital for at least 2 – 3 days.) We were home by 7 o’clock that night. Less than 11 hours after Carly was born.

This was definitely my most interesting – and fastest! – delivery to date. But it was also, by far, my easiest. I absolutely cannot believe how good I feel. God is just so good!

I want to thank each one of you who has called, sent messages, or prayed. Every thought, prayer, and message just means the world to me.

With the entrance that this baby girl made, I have  a feeling she is going to keep me on my toes! But I’m already head over heels in love with her, and she has made the perfect addition to our family.

I’ll be uploading some pictures to the Facebook Page soon, so be sure to check them out!

Introducing Our Newest Blessing

Baby GageGage

Born: 10:06am
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.

I did.

With 4 big pushes, Gage made his appearance in the world at 10:06am.

New Baby

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!

Mom of 6(Ignore how exhausted I look in that picture. I did just have a baby.) 🙂