Tanner's Birth Story

Tanner Lucas
December 15, 2012
7:12 a.m.
6 lbs. 12 oz.
19 1/4 inches

On December 15th I woke up at 4:00 a.m. having a contraction.  I tried to fall back asleep but 10 minutes later I had another one, and then 10 minutes later I had another one.  I wasn't sure what to think yet because I'd had some random ones throughout the week.  8 minutes later another one came, followed by another one 5 minutes later.  At this point it was almost 5:00.  Josh had gotten up with me and I looked at him and asked him if he was ready to have a baby today.  He called the doctor, and they wanted to talk to me.  It's a little awkward talking to a stranger on the phone while having contractions.  So after that we waited for the hospital to call and give the ok to come in.  Meanwhile, Josh was running around trying to get stuff ready.  I had packed my bag a few days earlier, hoping to have the baby on 12-12-12, but no luck.  At least I was ready.  As soon as we heard from the hospital we dropped the kids off at our friend's house.  By now it was about 5:30 and those contractions were steady at 5 minutes apart.  On the way there they increased to every 3 minutes.  We got to the hospital at 6:00, and as we followed the nurse down the hall I could barely walk anymore, the contractions were even closer together.  So as they are prepping me for surgery and having me sign all these forms, my contractions were back to back, and I'm throwing up.  Not fun!  But I do have to say, compared to the pain of Jayden's birth, these were not as bad.  Definitely painful, yes, but with him I was screaming and making inhuman sounds that still ring in both me and Josh's ears.  There was no doctor at the hospital, just a midwife.  She checked me, then calmly called the doctor who was on call and told him I was at an 8.  I couldn't believe how fast everything had gone.  We had to wait for the doctor to get there, and I kept asking if he was there yet, when would he get here??  So he finally arrived after what felt like an eternity.  I was all prepped for surgery.  I got to the OR about 6:45-ish, if I remember right.  There were a couple of times I could hear the doctor getting frustrated with people, particularly the anesthesiologist, who wasn't keeping me comfortable enough and I threw up again, then wiped it all over the side of my face.  Gross.  Sorry for the details, but it is what it is. 

 

Tanner was born at 7:12.  He sure did cry when he came out, but I love that first moment of life.  It really is special.

 

After he was born, and they weighed him and all that, they sent him off to our recovery room with Josh.  I was pretty drugged up and tired, but then I heard the doctor saying weird stuff.  I was trying to ignore most of what they were saying.  I don't like to think about being cut open while I'm awake, it's really kind of freaky.  But he started saying stuff that didn't sound familiar from my last baby.  Then I heard him say he would need at least another 45 minutes to fix it.  No one told me what was going on at first.  When they did, I found out that my bladder had torn during the surgery.  Apparently with repeat c-sections, it can happen.  It's not that common, but it is a risk.  So instead of what's normally about a 45 minute procedure, I was in the OR for about 3 hours.  It was a while before they told Josh what was going on too, so he was getting pretty nervous as well.  The doctor sewed it up, but wanted a urologist to look at it to make sure it was done right.  So we had to wait for him to be called into the hospital, and they were saying they might have to put me under because my spinal block might wear off if he didn't come soon enough.  So I'm laying there extra drugged up and praying that wouldn't happen.  Thankfully it didn't.  He showed up, gave his approval, and then they finished up with me.  I got to my room a little after 10:00 and spent the next 3 nights in the hospital recovering.  Because of the complication I had they sent me home with a catheter.  I had that in for 10 days.  It was pretty awful, but had it taken out after they made sure I had healed properly.  I'm still not completely normal yet.  I'm waiting for my head to clear completely.  I got off one of my pain meds as soon as I could because it made me so drowsy, and being drugged up on top of being tired from lack of sleep is pretty rough.  Dealing with pain is easier than dealing with medication.

 

Tanner lost 11 oz. in the hospital.  He just got so hungry, and we started supplementing with formula.  The nurses in the nursery said they have never seen a baby drink so much.  They also said he was the quietest baby in there.  That was nice to hear.  Now he's up to 7 lbs. 2 oz., he loves to eat.  Maybe he'll be a little chunker.  And by the way, he was the exact same weight as Sidney, just a little shorter.

 

We are really enjoying our new little man.  I'll get more up about him in the next few days.  Even just sitting here at the computer is tiring.  But we love him.  He is a good natured little baby.  He only cries when he has his diaper changed.  He doesn't like to be cold.  When he's awake he's pretty content to just lay there, but he loves to snuggle, and we love to snuggle him too.  He looks a lot like the other kids did as newborns.  He has more hair then they did, which still isn't much.  We think he's the cutest little thing.

 

We didn't take a lot of pictures in the hospital.  I couldn't get out of bed without help and I was so beyond exhausted it just didn't happen.  Josh probably has some on his phone.  The kids love him, I'll have to write more about that later.

This is What I Feel Like

I could really use some Oompa Loompas to help me roll out of bed in the morning.



Sparky

Our elf, Sparky, has been visiting us for 3 years now, but he's really getting into mischief this year. The kids love waking up to search for him.  It has made getting up for school so much easier each day. The first 13 days of trouble.....



Observation Day

In Sidney's dance class we don't get to watch.  The door is shut with the blinds partly open, but you can't see in very well.  They have one day they let parents come in to watch.  Sidney's day happens to fall on the day we are having the baby, so they allowed me to go in a week early.  It was so cute!  Her teacher said she is doing awesome.  She listens really well, remembers everything, and was usually the first one to answer all the questions to what the moves are called.  She absolutely loves dance, and wants to grow up and be a ballet teacher.



Journey to Bethlehem

We had the really cool experience to walk through a live nativity.  A local church does it for one weekend every two years, and this was the first time we went.  It was so much more than a nativity though.  At the entrance they gave everyone coins to pay their taxes once they reached Bethlehem.  Along the way there they narrated each scene of Joseph and Mary, and they even had live animals.  Standing there looking at the little donkey at 8 1/2 months pregnant, sure made me grateful for Mary and what she went through to bring Christ into the world.  She must have been so miserable.  I wonder if she complained.  Probably not.  I do an awful lot of complaining and have a lot of anxiety about the upcoming delivery, but I have the comforts of a warm hospital and plenty of nurses and doctors to care for me and the baby.  She had none of that.  And while I'll drive 15 minutes in my comfortable car to the hospital, she had a long trip on the back of a donkey only to arrive and have to deliver in a stable, surrounded by animals.  Did her feet drag on the ground?  Her whole body must have been killing her.  She must have been an incredible woman.  I can't begin to imagine.

 

So once we reached Bethlehem we paid our taxes and walked through a big marketplace.  All the actors were really into it, and the kids just loved seeing all the cool booths, and they even had a well and the whole ground was covered in straw.  We were really impressed.  Anyway, we passed by the angels and the wise men, who gave us gifts to give to the baby Jesus, and then we reached the stable.  The story of the Savior's birth is just incredible to me.  What a beautiful scene.

The kids really loved it too.  They asked to go through it again, and we would have if it hadn't been so late.  It's cool to see Jayden really begin to understand more, and to be excited about things like this.  He kept commenting how it was different than he imagined it would be, and way better than he had expected.



Sidney's 4th Birthday

Sidney turned 4 a couple of days ago.  She wanted to go to Chuck-e-Cheese, have spaghetti and meatballs for dinner, and have a Cinderella cake.  We had a lot of fun at Chuck-e-Cheese, and she even helped me make her cake.  Ever since she turned 4 she wants to try everything, because she's 4 now, so what she couldn't do on her own at 3, she can suddenly do now.  She is so much fun to have around.  She is like a little woman sometimes.  She is super picky about her clothes, loves shoes, if she asks your opinion about something, she'll do the opposite, and when she's really, really mad about something, she slams her bedroom door and locks it.  It's hard not to laugh sometimes.  We're excited to see how she'll be as a big sister.

 

It is so fun to watch her open her presents.  She is so grateful for everything, and no matter what she opened, she said over and over again how beautiful everything was.  Love this little girl!