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| My last pregnant picture, taken on April 20 (8 days before I went into labor). |
Fast forward one day to April 27...I was at Eastern Carolina Women's Center to see Mandy for an appointment. At this appointment I was about 3 cm dilated and 70% effaced. Mandy went ahead and put me down for an induction on May 4 (my due date) but told me that she may decide to come earlier..... And so begins the birth story of Ella Paityn Morgan.
April 28, 2015
1:00-- I arrived at the Jones County Board of Education to attend our year end Exceptional Children's meeting. We were going to go over the close out procedures for the end of the year. When I walked in, my co-workers had organized a surprise shower for me to celebrate the upcoming arrival of EP (little did we know how close that would be). Toward the end of the meeting I had become very uncomfortable and kept saying it felt like my pants were too tight. Of course, I **never** pulled the waistband of my non-maternity pants up over my belly like Steve Urkel to try to relieve the pressure. At the end of the meeting, my friends and I joked around about ways to induce labor which may have included things like walking a few miles and "doing the deed". 6:00-- I was beginning to get pretty uncomfortable and decided to lay down on the couch. I told Jacob that my stomach was hurting but that I was okay and to continue on with his plans for the night which included: picking up/moving sows from a friend's farm and artificially inseminating a sow.
8:00-- I texted Jacob to find out what he was doing and what the progress was. I wasn't sure if I was having contractions or not, but I had begun to track my "pain" with my contraction timer.
9:00-- Jacob finally got home and took a shower. Sometime in between 8 and 9, I had moved to our bed because sitting on the couch had become uncomfortable. After Jacob got out of the shower, he took over timing my contractions for me.
9:20-- I texted a screenshot of my contraction timer to Mandy (my midwife) to get her opinion on what I should do. The texts went as follows:
10:00-- I told Jacob that I was in a lot of pain but that I didn't think it was contractions. I asked him to bring me 2 extra strength Tylenol and took those in hopes that it would help. He laid down beside me in bed and continued tracking my "pains", haha! I still was not willing to call them contractions yet....I just wasn't convinced. Jacob kept suggesting that we go to the hospital to get checked and I wasn't a fan of that idea because I didn't want to a) end up in the triage room or b) get sent home because I wasn't really in labor.
11:30-- After discussing the pros and cons of going to get checked, we decided to go just to be safe. I was worried that we would go to the hospital, get sent home, and then get a whopping bill for something that could have been prevented/waited out at home. I was still convinced that I would be sent back home for false labor. I even went so far as to tell Jacob not to worry about packing our bags. Thank the Lord he was more sane than I was and got everything ready to go.
April 29, 2015
12:00-- We arrived at the ED of Carolina East Medical Center. I waddled in with my body pillow wearing Jacob's 10% campaign t-shirt (one of my favorites during pregnancy) and some black yoga pants. Needless to say, I looked like a hot mess. I was trying to breathe through my "pains" and relax everything down to my jaws per the advice of my sweet friend, Kim. They immediately took me to get registered and it was about 10 minutes before someone from L&D came to wheel me upstairs. When a "pain" would come along, I just laid my head down on my pillow on the check-in counter and breathed....still trying to remain calm, cool, and collected. After all, I definitely wasn't in labor and would be sent home soon.
12:30-- We got upstairs to the triage room and were the only ones there (Praise the Lord!). I had dreaded that room since our maternity open house tour. I did NOT want to be in a room, in labor, with other women and their husbands. When I got there, my L&D nurse, Irene, had me strip down to nothing but a hospital gown. She hooked me up to a fetal heart rate monitor and contraction monitor and did my first cervical check. Upon arrival, I was 4.5 cm. dilated. No sooner did she finish checking me than I had to go to the bathroom. Jacob helped me up out of bed and when I stood up, blood started dripping out of me which is slightly concerning when you are pregnant. After all, that is one of the signs they always say to call immediately over. I started crying and asked what was happening to me. It was then that it finally sunk in, I was probably in labor. I asked Irene if I was going to get sent home and she started laughing and said, "No!! You're having a baby tonight." I was in so much pain by that point, that it didn't even phase me.
After that, everything is kind of a blur. But, I will do my best to recall the important events.
1:00-- I was laying in the Triage room and Irene came in to tell me that I was going to have a roommate. NOOO!!!!! Not only that, but we heard my roommate coming from a mile away, like a siren in the night. She was screaming and hollering at the top of her lungs. I have never heard screams like the ones that were coming out of her mouth. I distinctly remembering opening my eyes for about 5 seconds to look at Jacob and say, "That is going to tear my nerves up." They kept asking the girl to get on the scale for her final weight, and all she would do was yell. After about 3 minutes of this (which felt like an eternity), we hear, "Her water just broke!!" Thank the Lord. This meant that she could go on into her private room and leave us in peace and quiet-- kind of. I'm pretty sure her baby was born around 1:20 because that is when we stopped hearing her and heard a much, much quieter sound....that of a baby.
2:00-- Irene came in around 2:00 am to ask me if I wanted an epidural. I told her that I was fine, but that I would let her know if I needed it. Irene checked me again and I was at 6 cm. She told me that as quickly as I was progressing, if I thought I was going to want an epidural, she should probably go ahead and order it. Because it was the middle of the night, it would take the anesthesiologist a while to get there and I would also have to have labs done and a full bag of fluid. I agreed and she ordered up the epidural. Sometime after that, I waddled down the hall to my own private room. I had escaped having a roommate in Triage, hallelujah.
3:30-- The anesthesiologist arrived in my room and kicked Jacob out. They don't let spouses stay in the room so that they don't have two patients on their hands. So, Jacob went down to the car to get my chapstick (priorities people), camera (thank goodness he packed it because I told him not to worry about putting anything in the car since I would be sent home), and a few other items. The first time the anesthesiologist attempted my epidural, it felt like my left leg had been electrocuted...I screamed. He was unfazed and said, "Which leg?" fully knowing what had happened. So, he pulled out the tube to reposition it because he had hit a nerve. Well, the second time he inserted the tube, the same thing happened. So, I was the lucky recipient of TWO epidurals (well, epidural sticks at least). He moved up a vertebrae and all I could think was that my chances of stroke, paralysis, death, etc., etc. that I had to sign my life away to had just doubled. This time, the epidural went in without a hitch... or so we thought. The anesthesiologist had me lay flat in bed on my side so that the medication would spread across my body evenly. When the nurse checked me prior to getting the epidural, I was at 7 cm. As soon as I laid down, my water broke. I screamed (again) because it startled me and went everywhere. The nurse started laughing and reassured me that it was no big deal, my water had just broken. She looked down, picked up a towel, then held it up to me and said, "Does this look green to you?" I had no clue, I could hardly see straight I was in so much pain. She said that they were going to treat me and Ella Paityn as though there was meconium in my fluid, just to be safe. After my water broke, Irene checked me again and I had instantly gone to 9 cm. Jacob finally got back to our room (after some problems getting through locked doors, elevators, and having to talk to security) with my coveted chapstick. I hung around 9-10 cm for about an hour and a half. Jacob and I were in the delivery room together, by ourselves. While I wish I could relish in our last few hours together, I was still in a pretty significant amount of pain and laid very still with my eyes closed. I do remember us having a few sweet conversations, but for the most part we just sat (or laid, whichever the case may be) in silence.
5:00 am-- Irene came in a checked me and I was fully dilated, at 10 cm. She said that if I was ready, I could go ahead and start pushing. She had me to three "test pushes" to which I put on my best Hollywood face and screamed all the way through them. She gently explained to me that while screaming may feel good, if I would put all that energy into the actual push I would be much better off. Whoops! During those three pushes, I began feeling very overheated and knew that it would eventually give way to nausea, followed by the dreading throwing up. So Jacob put a fan on me, and started switching out wet washcloths. Thank the Lord for him! In the meantime, I had asked Irene how long I could expect to push. While this seemed like a silly question (because obviously it's different for everyone), it gave me a point of reference to wrap my mind around. She said it usually takes first time moms between an hour to two hours. Worst case scenario would be around three hours. After experiencing my test pushes, I didn't think I could hold out for three hours of that craziness. So I asked her if there was any way to decrease my push time. Her response...yeah, wait it out and let your body do the work. So Jacob started the time, and we waited for a full 35 minutes with what felt like a bowling ball stuck in my butt. When a contraction would come, my entire lower half would start to shake. But we made it....35 minutes!
5:45 am-- I paged Irene and said that I thought I was ready to push. Irene came in, got the stirrups ready and told me to begin pushing when I felt a contraction. That was literally all of the instruction I was given (aside from the not screaming advice). I stopped one contraction in and said something to the effect of I don't know what I'm doing here.....can you help a sista out? It was then that I was told to push like I was having a bowel movement, try to get three pushes in per contraction, and try to push for a full 10 seconds before taking a break and starting again. Very helpful information.
5:50 am-- I began pushing....the right way :-) Was this really happening? I literally could not believe that I was about to have a baby. I pushed for a total of 10-12 minutes before Irene said she needed me to stop pushing because she wanted to get the team in. She told me I was a great pusher and that she didn't think I had much longer to go. Dr. Tinga came in along with 2 nursery nurses, 2 respiratory specialists (because of the suspected meconium in my fluid), and possibly some more people? When Dr. Tinga came in, the lowered the end of the table and raised the rest of the table (he is VERY tall). Irene asked me to scoot down towards the edge of the bed. I easily moved down in the bed using my legs to scooch. Dr. Tinga was amazed and asked if I had gotten an epidural. I told him yes, of course, but that I could still feel basically everything. I was also able to track my own contractions to know when to push. He finally stopped me, with tears streaming down my face, and told me that he was going to do a perineal block, or pudendal block, to numb my cervix since I could feel everything down below. Dr. Tinga is the only one in my practice that does this so Praise God for Dr. Tinga! That worked in about 10 seconds flat. I pushed maybe 2 more times, before Dr. Tinga told me to stop pushing because Ella Paityn was wrapped up in her cord. It is hard enough to not push with a baby hanging out of your hoo-haa, but when you hear she is "wrapped up" one starts to panic. After several seconds of removing her cord from around her neck, under her arm, and around her leg I pushed her out. Jacob wanted to cut the cord, but sure enough there had been meconium in my fluid so they whisked her away to suction her lungs before she took her first breath and aspirated on it.
6:10 am-- Ella Paityn's official birth time. At 6:10 am on April 29, our world's changed forever. For the better. I had been terrified that I wouldn't love her. I had begged God to please let me love this child that I had never seen. The child that Jacob and I created, but that God had knit together perfectly in my womb. My first two questions:
1. Why isn't she crying? Was my worst fear coming true from the BPPs? Was she struggling to breathe? They explained that it was perfectly normal and that they didn't want her breathing immediately so that it gave them time to suction her lungs.
2. Does she have Down Syndrome? The question that most new parents don't ask, but because of our journey had loomed over us for 6+ months. This was the moment where we would truly find out with 100% certainty.
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| Dr. John Tinga delivered Ella Paityn. He has been in practice for over 30 years and we love him! |
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| My first picture with Ella Paityn |
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| Our first family picture |
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| Jacob's first time holding Ella Paityn |
I was moved to the post-partum floor around 9:00am. In order to be moved to the post-partum floor, I had to be able to stand up and walk. Walking wasn't necessarily the problem, but I felt very light headed after delivery. The nurses assured me that that was normal because of blood loss. Then as soon as I went to stand up, I felt nauseas. But, we made it to the wheelchair and I was wheeled away by nurse Sherry (my day shift L&D nurse) to post-partum. When we got there, my room was TINY. I can't even describe how small it was. Around 3:30 that afternoon a different (and MUCH bigger) room opened up, and they moved me in there. It was there that I peed for the first time. Only women who have had a vaginal delivery can understand my pain here. I have never felt such a burning/stinging sensation in my life. Holy.smokes. Other than that, my "recovery" wasn't bad at all. I had some pain from a first degree tear which required three stitches, but nothing that a little 800 mg Motrin couldn't handle. I think I only took two Motrin total while in the hospital. By 4:00 I had taken my first shower post labor (nothing like it in the whole wide world), blow dried/straightened my hair, and gotten changed into a nursing gown and robe.
Since I went into labor during the middle of the night, we hadn't told anyone that we were on our way to the hospital...including family. Like I said earlier, I was convinced that I would be sent home and there was no reason to call in the troops for a false alarm. I had talked to my mom on the phone around 7ish and when she asked how I was feeling I said I was a little uncomfortable. Throughout the conversation, I had to stop a few times to try to catch my breath when I would have a contraction. After we got off the phone, she told my dad that she thought I was in labor. Would have been nice for her to clue me in!! Anyways, after we got to the hospital and discovered that I really was having a baby, we thought that my labor would last a little longer than it did. After all, what first timer clocks in just under 5 hours according to hospital standards? We had planned to call parents early that morning so they could get there in time for the delivery. But alas, it didn't work out that way. So we let our parents know around 5:30 am that I was in the hospital, 10 cm. dilated, and about to start pushing in a little while. I must say, that being at the hospital, just the two of us (literally...because we were also the only ones in L&D at that time) was a sweet, private moment in our marriage. It allowed us to rely on one another and be there for each other whether in short conversations, tender touches, prayers, or the silence.
But, once we notified the troops they came in full force and that was fun too!! Who doesn't love a good visitor or 20?! We tried very hard to get pictures of everyone who came to visit in the hospital so hopefully no one gets left out, but I know there were people who we didn't catch :-(
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| Grandmommy Lyly and Grandaddy Jack |
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| Cece and Pop |
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| Trent and Rebecca |
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| My midwife, Mandy came first thing that morning! |
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| Kim |
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| Aunt Laura, Uncle Parker & Ava Kate-- don't ask me how I missed a picture of Uncle Parker...I told you I would have forgotten someone. UGH. |
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| Aunt Martha Lynn, Uncle Preston, Cody, and Abi |
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| Nothin' like a teenage boy holding a little baby to melt your heart! |
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| Mary |
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| Mr. Wright (whose mom also happened to be named Ella Payton) |
We were discharge around 4:30 in the afternoon on April 30. When it came time to leave I was an emotional wreck. How were we going to do this on our own? What if something happened? Questions ran through my head and doubts flooded over me. But Jacob reassured me that everything was going to be more than okay. I was positive that I was going to be that girl who was riding out of the hospital in the wheelchair bawling her eyes out. I would have been...but God sent me the perfect volunteer to wheel me out. A sweet soul with a beautiful smile, contagious personality, and with a hint of autism (I'm guessing). I couldn't have been more thankful for his beautiful outlook on life. He kept me grounded and smiling. Through his joyful exclamations, "A new baby! A new baby! To the nursery. Nursery first. She had a baby! She's a girl. A baby girl." he pushed me through the hall seemingly just as excited as we were. He pushed me all the way out to the car, where we loaded up our bundle
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| EP in her going home outfit that CeCe and Pop bought for her. It was a little large on her (Newborn size)- |
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| Getting her security sensor removed |
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| Getting admired by strangers! |
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| Our balloons from Trent, Rebecca, and Claire |
Welcome to the world, Ella Paityn. Your Dad and I love you so much and thank our God for creating you....just.for.us.
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