Well I guess I can start by saying YES NATHANIEL PHILLIP COOK has arrived!!
Ok so he arrived about 7 weeks ago and I have not sat down at a computer long enough to really right a post.
Nathaniel finally decided to make his appearance to this work on February 13th 2012 at around 12:20am. He weighed 8lbs 15oz and was 22 inches long.
But it all started on the evening of Feb 12. As you could tell from my earlier post I was VERY ready for our newest addition to get here. I thought that he was never going to come. The last month was sooo long. On my 38 week check up my midwife even mentioned that she was surprised to still see me! She figured I would have had him already. It was pretty depressing. On my last 3 check ups there had been no change in my uterus and I thought he was never going to come. I was off my medication the last 4 weeks of my pregnancy that was helping ease the contractions so it was more then just a little uncomfortable. My plan was to keep working as long as I could before the baby came. But that didn't happen. My last day of work ended up being Feb 7th. I honestly wasn't sure if I would even know when I was really in labor with all the contractions I was having. There where nights that I would have some really strong ones and then they would just kinda fade away (they were very misleading). I finally just gave up thinking he was ever going to come. Then Sunday afternoon James and I are starting dinner and I was like hey hun I think I might be having some regular contractions. So while we sat on the couch and ate our dinner I started to time them. Sure enough they were about 8 minutes apart and staying pretty steady. I was like well I might just be having this baby. (that was around 6:30 pm) I forgot to add that ALL my family had been gone during this time frame in WA for my Grandmothers birthday and we had no clue who we were going to have watch KC if I went into labor. We had the older Cook boys that weekend just in case but they had already went back to their Mom's house. We also had my sister in law on standby for part of that weekend but that time frame had already lapsed..... Time to figure out what we were going to do with our other kid!! It's not like he can come with.... Well the contractions started to get closer together and I knew that this was probably it I was finally going to have this baby! I called the hospital to find out when I was supposed to come in, with K.C. I knew I was going in labor because my water had broke at home. But I had no clue when to come in with this kid, I figured my water would break and I would come in. But that was not the case. So the labor and delivery said to come in when your contractions are 5 minutes apart and you can't walk or talk during them..... Well I was pretty much at that point. I could still walk through them but I could walk with them with K.C. when they were long and very close together. So I start to get everything together to head to the hospital. During this time James calls the neighbor girl over who we had take care of the dogs so that she could get the house key and we could show her what we wanted her to do. James told her he would call her if we went to the hospital. I looked at him and said um no we ARE going to the hospital, I guess I failed to mention that to him :) I already had most of our bags packed so I was pretty much gather them up. We ended up having our friend Rich who lives in Boise take K.C. I made sure to pack some toys and gathered his blankie and his grintch stuffed animal to also bring over. I think we left the house about 8ish.
Not far outside of Parma my contractions started to get closer together and were hurting more then you could ever imagine. We called the hospital and said we were on our way. My contractions went to about a minute and a half apart lasting about a minute long on the way there. I was in so much pain. I am surprised that K.C. was able to fall asleep through them. I was crying and clinching the truck and I think with each contraction I had James went just a tad bit faster!!! That had to be the longest most painful ride I have ever taken (when really we made it to Boise in about 35 minutes) See with K.C. on the ride to the hospital my contractions had just started and they were 4 minutes apart and about 30 seconds long and didn't hurt as much yet.
When we got to the hospital Rich was right behind us. James had to get me a wheel chair because there was no way I was going to be able to walk to where labor and delivery was. We handed over all the bags I packed for K.C. (yes there was a few.... his overnight bag, regular diaper bag, toy bag, blanket, and the grintch. I wanted him to be comfortable surrounded by his things) I kissed my little boy good night and waved good bye. I tried my best to not show I was in a ton of pain in front of him, I didn't want him to worry.
So James wheels me into labor and delivery, he so nicely told me I sounded like and Indian too, I guess that would be what you could compair me to when I was letting out my contraction noises. I was so ready for that epidural!! I wanted it right away!! Well we got all checked in and they checked me and I was only dilated to a 2. A TWO!! A LITTLE OL TWO!!! I was thinking you got to be kidding me! I was in so much pain, I was afraid they were going to send me home, that they wouldn't give me the epidural. But I went from a 2 to a 3 with in minutes and they called to get everything set up so that I could start getting my drugs :) With all the pain I was in I didn't mind that everyone that I wanted to be in the room with me during this experience was out of state. It was just me and James and I think that was all that I could handle anyway. I was saying some not so nice words during some of those contractions. I was laying on my side holding onto my bed side rail for dear life crying and making my indian noises as my wonderful husband was rubbing my back and giving me a wet rag for my head.
It felt like forever before I finally got my drugs. I think this was around 10 - 10:30 ish. Oh My Gosh I was so happy when those kicked in. It took forever for the stinken guy to get it in though. And it is not fun to try to sit over the bed and not move while you are having the most painful contractions you can imagine! But I was so very grateful when they kicked in. I was able to call my Dad and talk to him and let the family know what was going on. I was pretty sure that this was going to take a while (that was around 11:30pm) Sometime between then and 12:30 I was given more pain meds after my hour mark and my midwife came in and broke my water, I went from a 4 to a 10 in pretty much no time. Just like with K.C. I was a bit surprised when they came in and said that it was time to have this baby. The delivery lasted a hole 5 minutes, I gave one strong push and then 2 half pushes and he was out!! (the half pushes were so that he wouldn't come out to fast!)
They laid our baby boy on my chest and I looked into his eyes and he grabbed a hold of my finer so tightly, I looked up at James and we both had tears in our eyes (I do right know just thinking of that moment) Only my tears were coming down. He was so beautiful. He cried a little bit and I sat there and held him as they worked on me. I was able to hold him for a while before they needed to do some stuff with him. (K.C. had some breathing problems and I could only hold him for a few seconds while they cut the cord and they had to take him to work on his breathing) The moment they lay your baby on your chest is a moment that you never forget. They ended up having to do some better suction on him after a lil bit because he still had a lot of fluid in his lungs. They said it was probably because of how fast he came out. My midwife also mention that if my water had broke on its own at home that I would probably not have made it to the hospital in time to deliver (so praise the Lord that never happened!!)
Well they got us all cleaned up and moved into our other room. I was thankful this time that I only needed a couple stitches unlike with K.C. when I had to have more then they could count because of tearing on the inside walls that he caused, but that is a whole other story. It was probably about 2:30 and we were all settled in. James went ahead and went back to Parma so that he could get some rest and check on the dogs. I had no problem with him leaving. It gave me and Nate some alone time to start bonding and work on nursing. The one thing I hate about being at the hospital is that they make you track when the baby goes pee and poop, needles to say I was not that great at it :) but the board was on the other side of the room and I was not getting up to write it down!! Hello I just pushed a baby out!! The next 36 hours are a bit of a blurr now. I wasn't able to leave the hospital and Tuesday afternoon. James had came back Monday morning and I don't remember how long her stayed that day before going home that evening. K.C. came back to the hospital around 11 and met his little brother. He liked him! He was so cute giving him kisses and trying to hold him. He lost interest pretty fast and explored the room. He then went to James's Mom's house for a few hours. They brought him back around 7 or so and James went ahead and took him home. He would have liked to stay with me and the baby and felt bad for leaving us but I was ok with him leaving. K.C. needed to be back home. They came back the next day after noon so that they could take us all home. This just happened to be Valentines day! James was so sweet and sent flowers to my room.
I forgot to write about my scare I had with Nate. He had had a lot of fluid in his lungs still and was spitting up a lot. One time it came out of his nose! I was a bit freaked out by that. They just suctioned him a bit and he was fine. Then there was his blood sugar scare. Since he was what you would call a big boy they needed to take his blood glucose reading before each feeding. His first one was perfect but then the number started to drop. They mentioned that they may have to supplement some formula for him. I was totally against that. Sorry but I am a boob baby, I don't want formula anywhere around my kid. I know that if it 100% came down to it that he HAD to have it or else I of course would do what was best for him, but it had to be the last resort. He had a bunch of really low numbers and there was talk that he may have to stay in the hospital if they didn't come up before we were ready to leave. I prayed and prayed that they would come up. I did not want him to have to go to the NICU. Well God is good and the very last one (within the 24 hours after he was born) was right were it should be!! Praise the Lord!! He didn't have to get his little foot pricked anymore and he was going home with us that afternoon!
I was so happy to be home with our new addition and be with my boys. I felt so blessed!!
(Well I think this is enough for this post :) but I have so much more to write!! But I think I need a bit of a break so I will just end it for now with a few pics.............)
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Nathaniel Phillip Cook |
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Meeting for the first time |
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Kisses for his lil brother |
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Nate's going home outfit |