Friday, June 20, 2014

My Trip to Labor Land {JamJar's Birth}



Oh, where to begin.

How about with the contractions that started about a week before delivery?

I mean..I was POSITIVE that I was going into labor any minute for a week.

They say you will know.

I KNEW.

And I was wrong.

They hurt.  Like period cramps, coming every 5-10 minutes for almost an entire week.

This did not seem fair.

I felt like a first time mom since I never had "real" contractions with K-Cup!

But then I gave up.
(of course that is when things get real!)

It's Saturday, May 3rd and we go on an adventure!

The contractions stop me along the way, but I had officially given up on caring how far apart they were and how often they were.

We hit farmer's market, went to one of our favorite local farm-to-table restaurants, drove into KC, went to the amazing World War I museum, the park and then Whole Foods.

Whole Foods is when the lightbulb in my brain clicked...probably because for the first time I had strangers stopping and asking me if I was okay during contractions!

We got in the car and timed a few of them...still not constant.  Ranging from 5-8 minutes apart.

Damn.
We were only about 5 minutes from the birth center instead of the hour it takes from our house!

So, we go home.

About 10pm we go to bed and I pre-warn Mr. Lawler that I think tonight will be the night.
(I had been saying that for a week...so I'm not sure how serious he took me!)

But the difference in tonight was I also texted my mom (who is 4 hours away, but planning on being at the birth) that I believed things were getting real, but that we were going to bed.

12:45 AM

I had been waking up to a few contractions that were significantly stronger for a couple of hours...but this time I had lost bladder control and wet the bed during one.

Clean myself off and get back in bed.

1:25 AM

I pee myself during a contraction again and call my mommy.
:)

Mom is already on her way, she left around midnight because she "knew".

1:30 AM

Call my midwife, contractions are 4-6 minutes apart and she says to go ahead and head in.

I wake up Mr. Lawler and we get loaded in the car with K-cup and begin the worst car ride EVER.

I mean seriously.  Contractions in the car are terrible.
You can't move freely and the movement isn't at all conducive to staying relaxed!

I snapped at Mr. Lawler a couple of times for going too fast, and he admitted later that he was almost hoping to get pulled over just to say "my wife is in labor!"

2 AM

We get to the birth center and she "checks" me.

2-3 centimeters,

What a miserable thing to know.

I was 2 centimeters 4 days before.

All of these contractions and pain and so little change.

But I tell myself, 3 is better than 0, 1 or 2.

My midwife offers of one of the triage rooms
(not like a hospital triage room...this is a beautiful little room with a day bed and couch)
and tells me she will check again in a couple hours and go from there.

My Momma arrives at 4 AM :D

Mr. Lawler falls asleep, K-Cup is wide awake and watching a movie on the computer and Mom is learning how snappy I get when someone is trying to talk to me during contractions!

(Sorry again, Mom!!)

A lot of this is a blur to me because I had checked out and gone to Labor Land...but Mom said I had one spot on the wall that I kept going to during contractions and would just lean into it and smoosh my face into the wall!

Between contractions I was snacking and bouncing on my ball and going into child's pose on the ground.  Overall, a little miserable and not having the relaxing, spiritual water labor that I had imagined!
(Snacks I packed? What to pack in your birth center bag!)

5 AM

The midwife checks me again.

Heart breaks.

I'm still 2-3 centimeters.

She gives me a muscle relaxer and advises us to go home.
Home is an hour away.  I am NOT having contractions in the car again.

5:30 AM

We check into the Marriott.

This was definitely an EXPERIENCE.

I really don't remember most of this time-  Mom and Mr. Lawler have given me play-by-plays!

I go to the bathtub and lay there forever.  Many, many contractions and I'm getting loud.

Like primal moaning loud.

Mr. Lawler tries to get me to listen to my birth playlist and I get grouchy with him again -
was not in the mood.

I attempt to sleep

(Mom and K-cup are in one bed and Mr. Lawler in the other)

But have to get out of bed and sway my hips every time I have a contraction.

The muscle relaxer has made my mouth dry and I remember complaining about that a lot.

Did I mention that I am LOUD.

I can't believe that we didn't receive complaints!

Mom orders breakfast about 7 because I announce I am starving...

Take one bite and the greasiness makes me sick.

Back in the tub.

I remember having a particular contraction that caused me to smoosh my face into the tub wall and then thinking how unbelievably gross that was to do in a hotel tub!

8:45 AM

I'm in the tub having a pretty bad time...Mom is sitting on the toilet lid telling me I HAVE to get out.

My reaction is to say "No"
 I'm in too much pain and this is the only place i have found that makes me feel more in control
(which is funny because even after the monstrous amounts of natural labor videos, books and blogs I had studied...I had close to no control!)

But then I do remember her telling me that I was going to have this baby in tub hotel because there was no time in-between my contractions.

Oh.

I guess it is time to go.

I had felt like there was barely anytime between contractions for hours, mainly because I was drifting off to sleep/Labor Land in between them...

but now there was actually NO real time in between contractions.

This is where it got funny.

We waddle my very loudly moaning pregnant self to the elevator where we meet our first stranger.

He wisely decides not to get stuck in the elevator with the crazy woman in labor.

I think we were 6 floors up...maybe 7.

So, of course we stop on nearly every floor.

One floor a little girl tries to get on as I am leaning against the wall with my hands making some horrendously loud animal sound...her mom grabs her shirt and pulls her back out of the elevator!

Next floor, teenage girls tries to get on...my mom blocks her and says no.

Make it to the lobby and Mr. Lawler is getting the car.

He says that a couple minutes before the front of the hotel was full of people.

By the time he pulled around and we were climbing in the car...they had scattered.

9AM

We arrive at the birth center and I, for some reason, strip off my shirt as I'm walking the door!

Different midwife is on-call and she checks me.

8 centimeters.

I almost cry from relief.

She tells me to head to my birthing suite.

Everything really becomes a blur.

I think it took me a while to get down the hall, I do remember having to stop and have a few contractions against the walls in the hallway.

Then comes the urge to push.

It really does feel like you need to go..well...like you need to poop.

And I start repeating that.

I head to the bathroom but I'm told not to push and to head to the bed!

My amazing cousin Jess has showed up at this point and has taken K-Cup out to the lobby
(where there is a whole little kids corner)

and my mom, Mr. Lawler, my midwife and my nurse are with me.

Midwife tells me to wait to push until I'm fully dilated and I have a centimeter to go.

I'm on my knees, then reclined on my back, then curled over a peanut ball...the nurse is using a doppler thing to listen to the heartbeat what seems like every couple of minutes.

They ask me if I want to get in the {beautiful} tub and I don't because I'm too hot.

At some point I become fully dilated because they went from telling me not to push, to push!

And wow.

It is called labor for a reason.

My midwife has been giving me all sorts of instruction...but at one point she tells me to stop yelling from my mouth and to yell from my vagina instead.

THAT is the line I remember Mr. Lawler repeating and then thinking "What did he just say!?"

My mom was behind me the whole time, supporting my back and coaching me as well.

I remember her telling me not to cry...and me thinking (maybe I said it out loud) for HER not to cry or pass out! She's a fainter...just like me!

I get up and use the bed post to squat and push.

Then my midwife got serious.

There was a change in her tone and I felt it.

The nurse wasn't able to find the heartbeat and my amazing midwife knew it was time to get this baby out.

She got serious and told me we needed to get the baby out now and I needed to do it.

And I did.

A couple more big pushes and I was no longer pregnant.

10:18 AM

We had a baby.

A baby that didn't cry.

This was the worst minute of our lives thus far.

She didn't come straight to my chest.

All I see from under my bent leg is a blue body and the nurse saying "I can't detect a heartbeat."

Mr. Lawler was standing down there because he had "caught" the baby
(and is also a nurse)
and I looked at him for reassurance and he has tears streaming down his face.

In that minute the nurse and midwife had pulled out oxygen masks/tank for the baby
 (I have no idea from where!)
And had told Mr. Lawler to slap and stimulate her feet.

I had reached under my leg and was holding onto her.

My mom was holding onto me.

10:19 AM

JamJar Lawler cries.

JamJar Lawler breathes.

The worst minute of our lives is over.

And then we have this:





The midwife said my water must have broken as she was coming out because there was never any fluid until then.  We did delayed cord clamping and this rocking little nurser was latched on within the first couple of minutes!




Then my super awesome cousin, Jess, brought Kennedy in and took all of these incredible photos!
(Check her out at Irie Ideas




 We had our first herb bath -









My nurse, the most amazing ever (except my husband!), asked me what I would like for breakfast, and when I wasn't hungry she brought me a blueberry/spinach protein smoothie!

And then went ahead and offered me pancakes (how could I refuse!?) ...that she then went and cooked for me! 

And with the exception of my Daddy's pancakes...they were the best I'd ever had :D



One of the things I loved about all my experiences at the birth center is how involved they were with K-cup.  Always letting her hit the buttons on the heart beat monitor and squeezing the pump for the blood pressure cuff...it was the little things that made the experience with them even better than it already was.




And as if they couldn't get any cooler...

A couple hours later they baked us a cake and brought it in while singing Happy Birthday to us!



And look at that labor room! 

 

We went home about 10 hours after birth and I felt GREAT.
They took extra precautions in evaluating JamJar because of the not-breathing - and she passed every test with flying colors.

I was so incredibly impressed with New Birth Company in how professional, warm-hearted and interactive they all were/are.  No one ever made me feel bad for calling with questions, every appointment was on time and allowed for long chats with the midwives, our support during the intense moments of labor was perfect for what I needed and my midwife and nurse acted quickly, calmly and perfectly when a stressor presented itself.  

And a huge THANK YOU to my hunky husband, best friend and partner in life - he was there for me every step of the way and I couldn't feel luckier to have him be the father to my girls :D 

Our little JamJar is now 6 weeks old and I feel incredible.  
Having a natural birth is SO much different than a medicated one.

All my "stuff" felt completely normal at two weeks
(TMI?)

and all my lochia stopped at 2.5 weeks.

She breastfeeds great, even tandems with her big sister every now and then! 

It's been a wonderful ride so far :D

(birth announcement designed by Simple Simon Design)


Yours,

Mrs. Momma Lawler

Monday, April 28, 2014

What to pack for the hospital or birth center!

I just got my 6th message asking what I am packing in my birth center bag.

I think my friends/family/acquaintances/blog-buddies are realizing that I spend a freakish amount of time and effort thinking about this kind of stuff.

So here we are- 

I packed this bag up a few weeks ago and have been keeping it in the car "just in case"!
There are a few things I will add to it once I'm actually in labor 
(tooth brush…glasses…phone charger….)
But otherwise -

What I packed for the labor and deliver of Baby J:



Breakdown?

CLOTHES 

3 undies
3 nursing bras
3 nursing tanks
2 comfy pants 
1 long sleeve nursing shirt
1 "outfit" 
(sometimes I need REAL clothes)


TOILETRIES 
(some will be added as we are leaving, but already in there…)

hairbrush
deodorant
contacts
mini shampoo
nursing pads
panty pads


PLACENTA STUFF
(I'm encapsulating it…woohoo!)

3 gallon sized freezer bags
small cooler 
(YES, it says "Human Organ For Transplant"!)


LABOR COMFORT MEASURES

rebozo
back massager
magnesium oil spray
(AMAZING for leg cramps- which I am SUPER prone to)
lavender rice heat pad
birth ball cover
birth aromatherapy & massage oils
(early labor - lavender, sandalwood and rose
active labor - cardamom, clary sage, orange neroli, ylang ylang, patchouli, lavender and sandalwood
transition - marjoram, sandalwood, sage, orange, cardamom, frankincense, lavender and cypress
delivery - peppermint, vetiver and rosemary)
postpartum herbal bath tea 
(DIY HERE)
clary sage essential oil 
(to get things going faster if we need too!)
Be Positive Aromatherapy Stick 
(bergamot, neroli, orange and vanilla)
Be Focused Aromatherapy Stick 
(lavender, clary sage, patchouli and vanilla)
birth affirmations
breathe-right strips
and
a fertility goddess: Venus of Willendorf :D

**update**
almost forgot the Boppy!
Thanks Rachel!
****


BABY STUFF
(I packed this stuff in a separate bag with K-Cup's stuff)

diapers/wipes for newborn and toddler
3 outfits each for newborn and toddler
(all comfy)
2 jammies each for newborn and toddler
2 swaddle blankets
moby wrap
toys and books for toddler
2 wrapped gifts for toddler
 (we want it to be an EXTRA happy day!)


HUSBAND STUFF
(in his own bag)

3 outfits
toiletries 
book
phone chargers



FOOD


Lots of hospitals frown upon eating or drinking anything during labor
 (it's preferable to not have anything on your stomach if you need anesthesia for an emergency cesarian) 

but…

I agree with my birth center/midwives/any-mom-who-has-had-a-long-labor in that you need snacks and drinks to keep your energy up…this is LABOR. It is hard and requires strength from the momma.  When that labor takes a significant amount of time…ice chips are not going to cut it.  Momma will get tired.  Momma will get medication to help her out.  Momma and baby may experience negative reactions to said medication (slowing down of labor, elevated baby heart rate, elevated blood pressure, more drugs to fix the original drugs, stress, stress and pressure from staff, c-section…).  

With that being said - I'm bringing a little nourishment.  
This doesn't mean I won't get tired and fall into the mess I already mentioned, but hopefully it will help!

I highly doubt I will be in the mood to eat REAL food - so my snack bag includes:

freeze dried bananas
peppermints
protein bars
dates
coconut water
coconut water with aloe
chia drinks
chia pouches
chamomile tea
red raspberry leaf tea
honey sticks

I also plan on throwing in some fresh fruit and veggies when we are actually headed to the birth center!

Whew.

It sounds like a lot.
But it really isn't.

I feel like we take nearly as much when we are going to be out of the house for the day!

4 small bags.
1 for me.
1 for food.
1 for hubby. 
1 for babies.

And we plan on being away from our house for at least 48 hours.  

What would you eliminate or add?

Can't believe it is almost GO time!

Have a great week everyone!

Yours,

Mrs. Momma Lawler

Friday, April 25, 2014

Better late...


While working on some photo organization this morning, 
I realized I hadn't posted personal pictures in a while! 

Knowing I better get these up before I bombard the inter-webs with ridiculously large amounts of newborn and sister photos….

Here they are-
The last couple months of Lawler Adventures!





































Well.  That was March and April for us :D

And surely May will have a new little lovely for us to adventure with!

Yours,

Mrs. Momma Lawler