February 25th, 2013. What a day. It all began the night before. Nate and I went to hang out with some friends from church and his parents watched Griff. During dinner I was having contractions that were a little painful, but I couldn't really tell if it was labor or if my maternity jeans were just getting a little tight.
We got home and I put on leggings and they stopped hurting, so I cracked it up to too-tight pants. I woke up at about 2 am and was having contractions again, a little more uncomfortable than braxton-hicks contractions, but I was able to fall back asleep so not too bad. I woke up again at 4 am and realized that they were in fact getting stronger. So, I got up, packed our bags, showered and was ready to go by 5:00 am. I got back into bed to rest and wait. At this point I was timing contractions and they were about 5 minutes apart if I was laying down, and 3 minutes apart if I was moving around. They were much stronger when I was laying down.
At 7, everyone else woke up and I sent Nate to work to tie up any loose ends. He had a closing at 11, so I thought maybe he could come home after his closing if things were progressing. I called my mom to have her take Griff to his 9:00 am ECFE class, so I could rest and get back to timing contractions (I had lost track once I started chasing Griff around).
By the time my Mom and Griff had gotten back from ECFE around 10:45, I told her I was just going to go to my weekly appointment at 11:30 (already scheduled so it worked out perfectly!) but if she could keep Griff and Coop just in case that would be great. I also called Nate and asked him to come with to my appointment (I kind of had a feeling we wouldn't be coming back home). So he did end up missing his closing, but it was for good reason. :)
Nate picked me up at 11:15 and by that time I definitely knew I was in labor. I still having regular contractions but they were getting more painful. The waiting room in the clinic was the worst part. But I knew I just had to be patient a few more minutes to see my doctor.
My doctor and I had made a "make-believe" plan that I would have the baby the day before (Sunday) because she was on-call and I wanted her to deliver the babe. So when she walked in, she was like, "Oh noooo...you're still here and you haven't had her!" To which, I responded, "I'm in labor, now!" She was like, "really???" "Yes." So she checked me...about 3 cm she said. What she suggested was that she would walk me over to the hospital (through the secret doctor stairwells) and she would break my water. Then she could come back to clinic and see her patients until I was ready to push.
Perfect. I was admitted and she broke my water at about 12:30. Immediately after breaking my water she checked me again. 7 cm. When she broke my water, she found meconium so she called up to the NICU to make sure that a special care nurse would be there when she was born just in case. I didn't think too much about it because my doctor had stayed so calm.
My labor in the hospital seemed so calm compared to my first delivery. I don't know if it's that already having been through it, I knew what the worst felt like? I had more confidence that my body knew what it was doing? Or maybe it was just a preview of the calm presence of my baby girl we were about to meet? We sent texts and emails to our family/friends that we were in the hospital and to pray for a healthy delivery. Nate answered a few more work emails. He turned on music and got out the camera.
I labored for the next hour or so and then asked for pain meds. The labor nurse suggested an Intrathecal as opposed to an Epidural. The reason being, my labor was progressing so fast that I could get the intrathecal (which only lasts about an hour) and then shortly after I would be back in business. I didn't really care, the Epidural with Griff was amazing but I did remember tingly legs for awhile after so if she thought intrathecal, great.
They made me wait a few minutes to get the intrathecal because the nurse wanted to know my doctor was on her way, she just had a feeling that as soon as I got it, I'd be ready to push.
So in a matter of minutes, the intrathecal was administered, I felt relief, my doctor walked in, I pushed and she was out.
Hadley Jean Woodbury was born at 1:56 pm on Monday February 25th, 2013. She weighed 8 pounds 1 ounce and was 20 1/2 inches long. Her apgar scores were 8/9. And the special care NICU nurse left-so thankful.
I picked today to finally post this because today is my Grandma Jean's birthday. And though she is no longer with us, her name lives on in Hattie. We miss you Grammy Jean and we know you would have loved meeting sweet Hattie Jean.
I cried a little, with overwhelming joy as they layed her on me. My baby girl.
They took her away for a few minutes to wipe her down and then they gave her right back to me.
Then we just stared at her. Taking in all her features. Comparing her newborn-ness to what Griff looked like. It is a very weird feeling when you realize each child you conceive is a completely unique being.
She was already perfect. And soon we stopped comparing her to Griff and just saw her. Sweet Hattie Jean.
Since she was born right smack in the middle of the day, there was plenty of time for family to come meet her. She met all of her grandparents, and even shares a birthday with Grandpa Ian--how special! In fact I do have a text to my brother Tom a few weeks prior, letting him know that I thought the 25th was going to be the day just so she could share a birthday with Ian!
She met Nani and Pa...
Grandpa and Grandma
Meme and Inan (though I think he was too busy taking pictures to get in one!)
But the best....was watching her meet Griff. We had a little present all ready from Hattie to Griff. A few of his favorite things: suckers, Thomas PJs, Elmo slippers and a few books. Meme also snuck in a Viking Football balloon:). Griffin also picked out a little girl balloon for Hattie.
When Griff was wheeled into the hospital room, he acted pretty cautious. He just sat in his stroller super still, and his eyes were just moving all over the place, trying to figure out where he was, why were we all here, why was mama in bed. Then Nate brought Hattie over to meet him.
And there is another video of Griff opening his gift from Hattie (but it doesn't seem to be working right now). At one point he realizes that "baby sister" is no longer in Mommy's belly and he does say, "Thank you, Hattie." for all his cool new stuff. But, he doesn't really care about much except for his suckers. :)
Over the next few hours, we just snuggled Hattie...