Patiently Waiting:
Emma was born on August 12th at 11:39 a.m., but the story really begins before that. It begins with finding out at 35 weeks that I was already 1 cm dilated, which is pretty unusual for a first pregnancy. This got our hopes up that Emma would be born several weeks early. Since Nate was to start dental school the 13th of August, we were secretly praying all through my pregnancy that Emma would be born early (she was due the 16th) so that we could get used to her and settle down before Nate started school. So we moved into an apartment in Spokane two weeks earlier than we had planned, totally convinced that Emma could come at any moment.
37 weeks came around and I was 3 cm dilated and 70% effaced. My midwife guessed that I would probably not carry past my due date, but urged us not to get our hopes up too high, as it is really unusual to deliver early with first pregnancies. I went home discouraged, thinking Emma would not come early, but then I talked to my mom, who said she went into labor at 4 cm every time, and my hopes soared again. Just 1 cm away! The next week we found out that I was still only 3 cm dilated. My midwife was out of town, but at that point Nate and I were so desperate to get Emma out (Nate started orientation in only a couple of days) that we didn't care if my midwife was there for the delivery or not, and I asked to have my membranes stripped. I was surprised it didn't hurt that bad, but maybe that was because the nurse didn't do it right, which I suspect may be the case because it didn't work, at least not immediately. Each day following that was agonizing! I really felt like something was wrong with me because I was still pregnant and I was sure that I would have given birth by then! There is nothing quite like waiting for a baby to come, that's for sure. Nate's orientation came and went, and no baby. Friday night we had a false alarm that my water had broken, but no luck. I become one of those over anxious pregnant women that the hospital sent home still pregnant.
So there we were, the weekend before the official start of dental school, and I was still pregnant. We were in an unfamiliar city with our family far enough away that they couldn't be much help in the event that I went into labor while Nate was in class and couldn't get me to the hospital. I was beginning to be really afraid. All along we had been praying that Emma would be born at the right time, and I couldn't understand why the right time hadn't come yet! But we kept praying and tried a few things to help the right time come a little sooner. That Saturday I woke up and jokingly said to Nate that we should try some spicy food that day. He doesn't need much urging to be convinced to take a trip to the taco wagon, so we went and got a burrito for lunch. Nate kindly encouraged me as I downed half of a burrito buried in hot salsa and jalapenos. I never eat spicy food, so I turned beet red and nearly hyperventilated. Almost immediately after that I started having a lot more Braxton Hix contractions. They started to come often enough that we thought we should start timing them. They fluctuated from 5 minutes apart to 15 minutes apart, with no regularity. We went for a walk that night, and Nate made me walk up and down the stairs several times, all with the hope that my false labor would kick into real labor. No luck! I was terrified that if I went to bed, the contractions would stop and all my hard work would've been for nothing. But to bed we went, with me almost in tears as I thought of going to church the next morning still pregnant.
Labor and Delivery:
At approximately 5:45 a.m. the next morning I was awakened by the sound of a loud popping noise and a feeling that someone had slapped my belly. No, Nate hadn't slapped me, I discovered as I got out of bed and felt water trickling down my legs. Luckily I made it to the bathroom before it really started to gush. I was leaking A LOT, so I knew this time it was not a false alarm! My water really had broken!!!!! Nate got out of bed excitedly and hurriedly packed up a few last minute things, grabbed the hospital bag and some breakfast, and rushed me out the door. I could tell the contractions were already pretty close together, and getting more painful. On our drive to the hospital, we were held up by a flock of turkeys crossing the road. Really? We both laughed! The hospital was only a couple miles down the road so we weren't too stressed for time thankfully :)
I'll skip all the boring stuff from getting to the hospital down to when they finally got me into my own labor room. Seemed like forever! No one at the hospital had a sense of urgency, which seems ironic to me. When we got to the hospital (about 6:20 a.m.) I was dilated to 4 c.m., but by the time they checked me again I was already at 6 c.m.! My plan for a natural birth and pretty much my entire birth plan went out the window as soon as I felt what real labor contractions were like. I thought I would be able to relax and try to breath through the pain, but it wasn't that kind of pain. I felt myself losing control, and I could tell that my labor was progressing quickly. I knew then that I would need the epidural and I would need it very soon! The nurses didn't seems to be in any hurry though, and I was starting to get pretty annoyed as contraction after contraction came and still no IV and no anesthesiologist. Nate had to light a fire under the nurses butts to get them to get a move on. Finally, sweet relief after 3 hours of pain! I'm so glad God inspired someone to invent the epidural :)
The rest of the labor was a breeze! The next time the nurse checked me (a little over an hour after the epidural) I was completely dilated. The doctor on call (my midwife wasn't working that weekend) was busy delivering two other babies at the time, so I laid patiently in bed waiting for the doctor before we started pushing. When it looked like he was ready we started, and I got to watch it all with a mirror. 30 minutes later we heard Emma's first cries. The doctor barely got his gloves on in time to catch her. Really? Yes, no sense of urgency at all! Didn't they realize that Emma was in a hurry to get here! We had the family on speaker phone to hear as she let our her first screams. The nurse put her on my stomach right away and I got to hold her for a few minutes before they took her away to weigh and measure her. She was 7lbs 5oz and 20in long. So beautiful! It took me awhile for it to register that that adorable pink screaming thing was really my baby! Nate was in love immediately, and didn't leave her side as they did all the newborn procedures. I watched with a touch of tears in my eyes, trying to comprehend it all.
The rest of the day is a blur. I just remember trying to bond with Emma, figure out how to take care of her, and at the same time recover from the labor (who knew the aftermath was almost as hard as the labor itself?). The Bushmans were there to offer love and support, and my family was on their way up from Utah. We got to watch as they gave Emma her first bath that night. A little after that she started gagging. Needless to say I didn't sleep at all that night. I was terrified she would stop breathing! But she was just fine, and I eventually learned to relax :)
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| Nate took such great care of me :) |
The First Week:
Well, Nate started school the next day, and my family didn't get to the hospital till around noon. So, I was on my own for the very first time with a new baby! You would think that would be a great time for me to bond with her, right? Not so much, seeing as I hadn't slept at all the night before, I was extremely emotional from my massive shift in hormones, and I was overwhelmed by the task of trying to calm down my fussing baby. Everyone at the hospital thought I was a teen mom because Nate was gone, and I was embarrassed. Ugh! Worst few hours of my life! I starting crying a little when they pricked Emma's feet for the PKU test (which of coarse made her scream bloody murder) as I watched helplessly from the bed.
Finally, my family came, at which point I broke down and bawled. But after a few minutes of being comforted by my family, everything got a lot better. They showered us both with love, and that love stayed the whole week! I don't know what I would've done without them. My mom stayed at our place the first few nights to help us with Emma, which was a lifesaver for Nate and I. By the end of the week we had finally caught up on sleep thanks to her help, and I had made it through the worst part of recovery without falling apart :) I had the baby blues pretty bad, so having them there was a huge help! My mom showed me the ropes of being a mom, and by the time she left I felt confident that I could take care of Emma myself. I so needed that advice and that confidence! I love my family so much, and seeing them fall in love with my baby girl was such a blessing! She really brought us all together and reminded us that family is what is most important :) I feel closer to my family than I ever have before because of that experience. I also appreciate my parents SOOOO much more now that I understand better the sacrifices they made for me. I am grateful the Lord made us wait for Emma to come, because otherwise my family would not have been able to be there right after she was born. Our prayers really were answered: Emma was born at the exact right time :)
We did a lot of fun things together that first week. We took Emma to her first restaurant, Perry Street Pizza, which was delicious! We also visited with my mom's dad who came into town to meet Emma, and her cousin who lives here in town. Lastly, we travelled across two state lines to Thompson Falls, MT, where we stayed at my cousin's cabin :) Emma pretty much slept through it all, but I think that means she enjoyed it :)
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| Aunt Kylie with Emma :) |
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| The family gathered around Emma :) |
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| Aunt Kortney with Emma :) |
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| Me and Emma at Thompson Falls |
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| Grandma with Emma :) |
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| Nate attempting the Simba pose :) |
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| The Fam at Thompson Falls |
In the following couple of weeks, we were also blessed to spend a lot of time with Nate's family, which helped us all grow closer together.
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| Family trip to Coeur d'Alene |
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| Emma's first carriage ride :) |
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| Grandpa Great with Emma :) |
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| Grandma and Grandpa sleeping with Emma :) |
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| Grandma Great with Emma :) |
Just when I think Nate and I have gotten into the swing of things, Emma changes things up on us. It's fun and challenging trying to keep up with her every need. Emma sleeps pretty well through the night, only waking up once or twice to eat, so neither of us are too sleep deprived (yet somehow I still feel exhausted). Nate is doing well in dental school, though I know there are days he would rather stay home with Emma and I. My days consist of taking care of Emma (which usually means taking a couple of naps with her during the day), running errands, and making meals. We were blessed to be served by our ward members, who brought us meals for a whole week! I used to think I would feel guilty being so spoiled, until I realized how the thought of making dinner some days almost made me want to cry. I was so touched that they were willing to go out of their way to help us out during a hard time in our lives, and the meals were delicious! :) Now we're back to eating my mediocre meals, but we are getting by.
We've learned a lot these past couple of weeks. We have learned that getting to places on time with a baby takes a lot of hard work and preparation. We are both learning a lot of patience as well :) Emma started off mostly sleeping all the time, but as she gradually gets more awake during the day she is becoming more and more fussy. We are having to learn what she wants and how to calm her down. Overall, though, she has been pretty even tempered and fun to have around :)
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| Nate burping Emma :) |
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| First day of Church :) |
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| Emma loves her baths :) |
The other day I was reading in Mosiah 24, and I came across some verses that really struck me. It reads, "I will...ease the burdens which are put upon your shoulders, that...you cannot feel them upon your backs...and this will I do that ye may...know of a surety that I, the Lord God, do visit my people in their afflictions." This is exactly how I feel the Lord has treated us through this whole process, from having a seemingly easy pregnancy to having a wonderfully easy baby. It has been as if our burdens have been made light so that we don't feel too much pain from them. The Lord made the impossible (having a baby the day before the start of dental school) possible, and even enjoyable for us. I know Emma was supposed to come to earth at this time, and the Lord is blessing us for being obedient and making it happen. Now we are a happy family of three! Welcome baby Emma Marie to our world! And thanks be to God for making it all possible! :)
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| Our family of three :) |
- Kamie
