Showing posts with label Birth Story. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Birth Story. Show all posts

April 4, 2020

Griffin's Birth Story

With us being home all the time right now you'd think it would have been easy to find a moment to write out Griffin's birth story, but FOUR kids have been keeping me busy! Someone is always needing something so blogging time has been scarce these past few weeks. Now that we are starting to settle in more, here it is, the final episode of Howe babies:

I was scheduled to be induced 6 days early on March 31st, but started having contractions in the middle of the night the day before. They were regular enough that I texted Dave's mom at 5 am to tell her we needed her to come a little earlier than planned, but not enough to go to the hospital. They were steady throughout the day, but always 10-15 minutes apart. I went about trying to get as much done as possible, wondering when it would be "go time." Dave's mom arrived that afternoon, we had a nice family dinner together, and then went to bed - still no baby. 

The contractions continued throughout the night, enough to keep me awake, but still not enough to call my doctor. I was discouraged, but glad to know I would be induced the next morning either way - the end was in sight! After 30 hours of contractions, but no baby in the night, Dave and I left the house around 6:30 for the hospital. 


The hospital's front doors are locked right now due to COVID, and everyone has to report to the Emergency Room for treatment. There you are assessed and if you pass, a security guard will escort you to your final destination, which for us was Labor and Delivery - hooray! After we checked in, the nurse told me I was already at a 5, so even though I was there for a scheduled induction, I would have delivered that day anyway. I was glad to hear I was that far along already and all those hours of contractions hadn't been for nothing. This baby was meant to have a March birthday!


Even though I was technically in "active labor," the nurse still started Pictocin to help things along since my contractions weren't regular. I was able to watch TV for a few hours until my doctor arrived a couple hours later to break my water. Four kids and I never had my water break on it's own, so no "oh my gosh!" moment, but also no clean up :) Then shortly after anesthesiology stopped in to start the epidural. 


Just like my epidural with the other boys, the medication only affected the left side at first, which led to multiple doses to get me comfortable. This time, however, the extra medication left me numb to the point where I had ZERO feeling whatsoever. It was like the lower half of my body didn't belong to me. When it came time to push, I tried my best but I literally could feel nothing and had to rely on the doctor to tell me if whatever I was doing was effective or not. She kept telling me his head was visible, but I couldn't push strong enough to get him out. After several contraction cycles with not much progress, I could tell the doctor was starting to get worried, so I tried even harder and thankfully he made his way into the world just before noon at 11:47 am. 

Safe in my arms at last! It's always so amazing to finally meet the little person you've been carrying and wondering about for 9 months.


Baby boy was a chunker just like his brothers, although just a bit smaller weighing in at 8 lbs 12 oz. He came a little early though, where the other boys were late so I bet he would have rivaled them if he had cooked a week longer. 


He was very quiet, but alert after birth. We never really heard him cry during our two day hospital stay. 


Since we hadn't decided on a name yet, we called him "Baby" or "Grumpy Toad" 


Not the sweetest nickname, but he did make some real grumpy faces at us on that first day


I only had one small tear that was quick to repair and felt really good after delivery. Even though it was my longest labor, it ended up being my easiest recovery.


He had dark hair like his siblings, although it wasn't as thick as Sophie or Davey's



Look how healthy and pink he was!


After bath his little hairs fluffed up nicely


Chilling on the bed with daddy


He was a really easy baby - no crying and lots of sleeping. We never had to send him to the nursery to try and get some rest.


BSA has really good food and I was actually looking forward to our stay because of it! On the morning before you check out they set up a special table and bring you a fancy breakfast. I had french toast and bacon and Dave got an omelet. 


They also have the most amazing chocolate cake! I ordered a slice with every meal because it's that delicious. Our nurse told us that she actually orders the hospital dining cake for her kids' birthdays because it's so good. 


We didn't officially pick a name until April 2 when the birth certificate lady came in waiving her papers and told us we couldn't be discharged until they were completed. Possible options were Oliver, Samuel, Edison and Jonah, but we didn't both love any of them. Then "Griffin" came on the scene as a late entry, and so two days after he was born, our baby was finally named!


Ready to head home and meet his siblings!


At home the kids instantly mobbed us and couldn't wait for their turn to hold the baby. He was kissed, petted, and passed around until he decided he'd had enough and it was time to eat.




Grandma has been the only person outside our immediate family to meet and hold him so far


First photo as a family of SIX


And farewell to grandma - we were so glad she could come and hold down the fort for a couple days while we were at the hospital. We couldn't have done it without her!!


After three easy deliveries, I always wondered if #4 would through us a curve ball. Instead the world changed things up with the COVID pandemic. Here are a few things that we had to do differently this time around:

 - My mom was supposed to fly down to help with the kids, but her travel plans were cancelled a couple weeks before my due date. SO SAD. Luckily Grandma Howe was able to take some time off work to come visit from Dallas to help us out!
- No visitors were allowed so the kids, grandma or friends were not able to come see us in the hospital after he was born.
- Dave was permitted to be present for the birth, but was told that if he left afterward he would not be allowed re-entry. For previous births, he would pop down to the food court, get take out, or go home for periods in between to grab food, check on the other kids, get clothes, and get work done. This time he had to stay for the duration. 
- We were not allowed outside our room so it was a pretty low key 48 hours for us just hanging out in one spot. Since the hospital was basically empty though, our dining orders came very quickly!
- The hospital was not performing any elective procedures at the time. We were not planning on having a tubal or hysterectomy, but if I had it would have been cancelled. Luckily we were able to still have Griffin circumcised. 



March 31, 2020

Griffin West Howe

We welcomed little Griffin to our family on the very last day of March, just in time to be part of the family birthday club. He arrived safely after 30+ hours of labor and we are so happy to have him here! He is a chubster with dark hair and eyes, just like his siblings - I think it's safe to say we only make one model of baby :) More pictures and his story will follow soon. 

It took us a full two days to choose a name for this boy. In the end we settled on "Griffin," which has no special meaning or family connection, but it was something we could agree on! His middle name is "West" which is a family name from the Parkinson (my mom's) line. 





His siblings were not able to come to see him in the hospital because of Covid-19, but we took some pictures at home on our bed a couple weeks after he was born. Our family is now complete!


March 16, 2018

Charlie's Birth Story

Long story ahead.... scroll down to get to the pictures :)

Tomorrow is Davey's second birthday. It feels like I was just writing his birth story, and now we've added another little boy to the family. I figure I better get Charlie's story written here soon before I start to forget the details, and before we get busy with his sibling's birthdays. March is going to always be a crazy month for us!

Heading into March we had some anxiety (or at least I did) about the timing of Charlie's arrival. I was due on the 4th, and my mom was flying in from Seattle on the 5th so we didn't really want him to come early. BUT.... my mom could only stay for a week and Dave was hoping to leave on the 8th for Todd's wedding in Utah, so we didn't want him to come late either. It was a tight window. My doctor also refused to induce until 41 weeks or sweep my membranes, so I wasn't going to get any professional help to get labor going.

When my due date arrived and I hadn't felt a single contraction, I started looking into ways that I could help start labor on my own. I wasn't ready to try castor oil just yet, but I had already been walking and stretching for a few days, and we borrowed an exercise ball to bounce on from a family in the ward, and I put a lot of spicy seasoning on my steak at dinner. I don't know if any of those things made a difference, but that night I woke up around 2 am to cramping.

When it didn't go away after a trip to the bathroom and walking around a bit, I decided to run a bath. I still felt ok, but noticed that the cramps were starting to come in waves every 4-6 minutes. Labor was starting! I was excited, but hoping I could make it until morning so we wouldn't have to call a babysitter over in the middle of the night. After the bath, I got my bag all packed up, got out breakfast and clothes for the kids, ate a quick bowl of cereal just in case it was my last meal, and then laid back down to try and get some rest.

By 6:30 am, the contractions were still happening, but had slowed down. I woke up Dave and told him today was probably the day and he should get ready, and then texted a sister in our ward to see if she could come over to watch the kids. She showed up at 7:30, and then Dave and I left for the hospital.

On the drive over, my contractions slowed even more. I knew the hospital wouldn't admit me at that point, so instead we went to a park across the street and walked for an hour. Then I started to get cold, so we hopped back in the car and drove over to Walmart so we could continue our walking indoors. After another hour without much progress, we were both feeling hungry so we left for McDonalds to get a quick bite to eat. By then I was starting to get tired and discouraged. We debated going back home to rest and see how things progressed, but since we were so close to the hospital, we decided to go up to labor & delivery to at least get checked.

We arrived around 10 am, and a nurse did my intake and an exam. I was at a 4, which was progress, but still not in active labor. She told me to go walk for another hour while she consulted the doctor, and then return for another exam. So for the next hour Dave and I went on a grand tour of the hospital. I was too tired to climb up the stairs, so instead we kept taking the elevator up to the 8th floor, and then walking all the way back down to ground level. It did keep the contractions going and when we returned, I was at a 5 and they decided to admit us. Thank goodness!!


The doctor came in to break my water to try and get things moving along and for the next few hours I just rested and watched the monitor, hoping to see my contractions pick up. When they didn't, the nurse decided to start me on some pitocin to get things moving. The contractions immediately picked up, before the drugs should have even had a chance to enter my system (maybe it was all mental?) and shortly after the anesthesiologist came in to give me the epidural. 

Just like with Davey, the epidural only worked on my left side at first. They gave me a second dose and had me roll on my side, which still didn't help that right side go numb. Other than some tingling in my toes, I could still feel everything. The nurse was going to call the anesthesiologist back up to see if a second line needed to be placed, but realized it was too late to do anything. I was already at a 10 and it was time to call the doctor in to start pushing. I was worried because the pain was really intense, but as soon as they had me roll off my side on to my back, everything went numb - perfect timing!


It took about 6 contraction cycles for Charlie to be born. I was giving my best effort, but was running off little sleep, had walked all morning, and hadn't eaten for 8 hours. I was tired and the doctor was worried I might not be able to push him out on my own. He told me they might have to use the vacuum to assist, but while they were getting it ready, Charlie made his grand entrance. He didn't cry much and I got to hold him right away. It is always so thrilling to finally meet the little one that you have carried and thought about for 9 months!


The doctors had told me they thought he would be my smallest baby, which I didn't believe since they say that every time, and sure enough he was a big boy! 9 pounds, 2 ounces - exactly the same as Davey. I was really glad he didn't decide to show his brother up, because I don't think I could deliver a 10 pounder. 




His official stats


After he was weighed and measured and cleaned up a bit, I got to hold him again. He was so calm and alert and I loved him immediately. 




After I nursed him, they took him back to the nursery for some tests and a bath so he would be clean when he met his siblings. I wasn't there, but Dave went along and based on pictures, he did not like bath very much. 


My mom's flight arrived the same day around 3:00 pm. Someone I work with in YW was kind enough to pick her up at the airport and take her to our house so she could relieve the babysitter. She later brought the kids over to meet their new brother. Sophie was very excited and was all over him right away. We weren't sure how Davey would react, but it turns out he was also very excited about the baby and wanted a turn to hold him as well. 




We stayed two nights in the hospital, but Sophie and Davey were able to come back for another visit the next day and Sophie was even able to help feed Charlie a bit. He came out hungry and the nurses had me supplement with formula after every feeding to keep his blood sugar up and his tummy satisfied. In the end we went through 14 bottles in the hospital, which is a crazy amount of food for a newborn!



Not knowing how big he would be, I brought a newborn and 3 month outfit to the hospital, and just like Davey, he is skipping the newborn size. 


On our second day I took a few photos of Charlie while we waited for our discharge orders



Our stay in the hospital was actually pretty good. The entire floor was so much quieter compared to the hustle and bustle of the Utah hospitals, and we got to stay in the same big room the whole time, instead of moving to another floor after delivery. Our food was good, and the staff took great care of me and baby Charlie. When it was time to leave, he didn't make a fuss about getting in the car seat and was our first baby to not cry all the way home (although he didn't look exactly happy either). Welcome to the family little guy!