Aubrey Claire was born June 30 at 41 weeks. Yep. 41 weeks. I swear she was holding out for fireworks on her birthday. My doctor's office won't let anyone go past a week overdue. I went in the day before my overdue date and they schedule an induction for the day I was officially a week overdue. We went in at 7 am on Tuesday, we didn't see the doctor on call until 8 am. He checked me and informed me it would be by pitocin/artificial rupturing of membranes. Not what I had wanted to hear. They said there was a possibility I would be a good candidate for gel...apparently I was not. I REALLY did not want to go through a pitocin birth again. Alas. We got into a room and they started me on pit around 8:45. I started out 2 1/2 cm dilated. By 4 1/2, I was ready to try out the whirlpool, as I was having horrible, horrible back labor and it was also making my hips hurt horribly. Walking the halls had thus far not helped much. I was in the tub for about half an hour before it stopped helping me any. We went back to the room and I tried sitting on a birthing ball and having Matthew rub my back between contractions (I don't typically like to be touched during labor-- so this was something new to him) and that didn't help much either. I broke down and asked for Nubain. BIG mistake. All it did was make me drowsy and I couldn't stay on top of the contractions one iota. I started begging for the darned epidural. Although I didn't go into the birth with my mind closed towards getting one, I certainly had hoped to do better than I was. I don't remember how many centimeters I was dilated by now (Matthew says 5 1/2), but it was around 3 or 3:30 in the afternoon when the anesthesiologist got it in. I was "lucky" to experience what they call a window. My right side was not as numbed as my left side and I was feeling the contractions to some degree in my right hip. Sometime before 5, the doctor finally came in to check on me and to break my water. It had already gotten a high leak in it (and by this point I was already a little over 9 cm. dliated), so they broke it the rest of the way and before half an hour passed, I was fully dilated and ready to push. I was DREADING them turning the pit off, as this is when I lost it with Hope's birth completely (which resulted in me refusing to push for half hour, a 4th degree episiotomy, and pushing for 4 1/2 hours---to say I was scared silly was an understatement). They turned the epidural off and I started feeling everything immediately. I started crying and getting *really* close to losing it. My doctor had a student with him (she actually is the one who delivered Aubrey) and she started trying to ask me questions about other things to take my mind off of it so I could calm down, then Dr. N joined in, then my mom, then Matthew....well, the other thing when I'm in labor? Don't expect me to talk. I don't want to answer questions, I don't want to let you know how I'm doing periodically. Just leave me alone. So I just said "I don't. Want. To. Talk." Hehe. They all started talking amongst themselves instead and then told me when it was time for me to start pushing. Well, I very quickly got control of myself and had her out within 8 contractions. Matthew was rather impressed by that...that I was able to get control of myself and get her out so quickly. No episiotomy, but a little tearing that they needed to repair. She weighed 6 lbs. 11 oz. and was 21 1/2" long. Her head measured 12 1/2". She's just a little bitty peanut. Her sister was 7 lbs. 4 oz., 19 1/4" long and her head was 13 1/2".
This is our first day home and at her time of discharge from the hospital, she weighed 6 lbs. 6 oz. We almost didn't get to come home today. We WERE going to go home last night (and trust me, I was VERY disappointed when we weren't able to), but they decided to keep her because her bilirubin levels were higher than they wanted....but not high enough for them to put her under the lights (yeah, didn't make sense to us, either). This morning they retested her bilirubin levels and then decided to put her under the lights according to what the doctor said the night before. After less than an hour, the pediatrician came in, said she wasn't worried about her levels and that we could go home (but that if they had been at 10 last night she would've been worried--and she was sending us home with a biliblanket). We have to go in tomorrow morning to have her levels checked again.

Now off to visit with my parents, who are in from Texas, hold my precious girl, and, when Hope gets home from church, love on her a little, too.


















