The Last 10 Weeks

Crazy. Wild. Wonderful. That is the best way to describe what the past ten weeks of adjusting to parenthood have been like. I think no matter how prepared and ready you are to become a parent, you are never truly "ready". Since so much has occurred in our lives these last ten weeks, I will take this week to catch everyone (all 2 readers) up!

January 15, 2008

Four weeks away from my due date and only two days after my baby shower at church, I had no idea that Belle would decide to arrive. I guess in hindsight I should not have been so surprised. I had been contracting for quite some time. I had even won a lovely admission to my unit for a little blood pressure issues and pre-term labor. Some people say I was just trying to get out of my shift.

The night before I went into labor, it was almost as if I knew it was just around the corner. I had gotten all settled in bed ready to nod off, and all of the sudden I jumped up and decided I needed to take a shower. Who decides as they are falling asleep that they need a shower? Also, all day long, I repeatedly told Mark that I was over this. I think my official phrase that day was "ding! my timer is up". From what I was able to see beyond the bump, I had developed some serious, and I mean SERIOUS "cankles". It was just that point in pregnancy where you think it is never, ever going to end - you honestly think you might eternally be pregnant! At 3:45am I woke up and thought my water had broken. I will spare you all the lovely details, but in my haze of sleepiness I wasn't really sure exactly what had happened. About two steps later, I was pretty certain that this was the real deal. The bag was already packed and I knew that I wasn't contracting, so I calmly got myself ready to head down to the hospital while Mark frantically ran around the house telling me we needed to leave. You think he would leave the whole labor thing up to the expert - ;).

Upon arriving to the hospital, the admission was quick -- there are many conveniences to being a labor and delivery nurse -- I had already filled out all my paperwork. Things were progressing very slowly, so the midwife decided to start me on some pitocin to get things going. Things continued to go pretty slowly even though the smallest amount of pitocin was making me have very strong contractions (based on the internal monitor). I held out getting the epidural until about 2:45 that afternoon. I figured that I had withstood eleven hours without it so I deserved a little rest. At 3:30pm the midwife checked and things were just not moving the way they should. I knew at this point that I was most likely going to be a C-Section -- the nurse curse! At 7:15ish they came to check me to decide whether or not to call the c/s. Much to everyone's amazement I was completely dilated and Belle was very low.

After they got the room set-up for delivery, it was time to get things going. Belle was positioned the wrong-way, occiput posterior - her face was in the wrong direction. The midwife did some tricks to get Belle to turn the correct direction while I was pushing. After only 23 minutes of pushing the most beautiful, tiny, petite baby was delivered!

Belle Candler Reiboldt

January 15, 2008 at 8:07 pm

5 pounds 15 ounces

19 inches

First Family Picture
What a cutie!