Abby- A baby story

When I was in college I remember TLC having a show called "A Baby Story."  I used to watch these episodes while I was house sitting or somewhere that had cable. I enjoyed watching the different stories that people had and the different ways they approached birth. I have enjoyed hearing other's birth stories since this time, and I am still addicted to TV shows where they talk about birth.  So this is our story, well Abby's story. 

Abby is our 2.5 year project, and there were moments where I was pretty sure that she wasn't ever going to get here. After a little over a year of trying to get pregnant then suffering two miscarriages last year it was a long road. When we found out we were pregnant again I was scared, I spent a few months on IVs to keep me hydrated then non stress tests (NSTs) the last month and change because I had developed gestational diabetes. So it was a rather eventful pregnancy, to say the least. 

While I was pregnant with Matty I started visiting Salt Lake Prenatal Massage, I never stopped visiting and developed a friendship with the owner, Rebecca Overson. Rebecca, besides being a fabulous masseuse, is also a doula.  After many talks with her I decided that I want to have a drug free birth with Rebecca by our side as a doula. She was a great added resource while we were pregnant and I was able to always get a different perspective on procedures and labor techniques. 

I had planned to labor as long as I could at home. Since I had been induced with Matty I really wanted to start labor spontaneously, and move to the hospital when it was about time to deliver. I had planned this my entire pregnancy, I envisioned it, it was what I wanted. Funny thing about that, it doesn't always happen. About a month before Abby was born my fabulous OB, Dr. Jones,  started suggesting we might want to look into induction at about 39 weeks, since I had gestational diabetes. Dr. Jones and I discussed this at length and she was okay not inducing as long as we didn't have anything else that might cause trouble. Well, we Bradley's are all a stubborn lot and seem to have minds of our own, this apparently starts while in the womb.  During my NSTs Abby kept flipping around. For the first few weeks that wasn't much of a problem, she had plenty of time to get head down and ready for delivery, unfortunately she didn't stay that way. Three weeks before her due date she went from head down, to transverse, to feet down, back to head down in a 48 hour period. With as much as this girl was moving Dr. Jones decided that she wanted to induce at 38 weeks, so we could catch the baby head down and could avoid a C-section. 

I was not happy about this decision, I wasn't sure what to do and called Rebecca to get her advice. Armed with advice from my doctor and doula, Christian and I talked out our options and went to the Lord, through prayer, for guidance. The night before I had to make my decision I was up late, trying to figure out what to do. As I laid in my bed the following words came into my mind, "Trust Dr. Jones, Have faith in Rebecca, and know that I am God." After that I had no further anxiety or doubt. I knew that we were being induced on July 7th, I was just grateful it was not on Matty's birthday. 

So we got up early on July 7th and made our way to Alta View Hospital. Just a little plug for Alta View here, we loved it. The nursing staff was great, the support staff was great, everything was just fabulous. It took about an hour and two nurses and an anesthesiologist to get an IV in me. I wish I had taken pictures of my arms after, they were bruised for about three weeks. The doctor broke my water, they started the meds and we were off. Rebecca came and for the first many hours of labor I was enjoying a lovely foot massage and a head massage. Really, having a doula is super awesome. 

The one problem with being induced was the nursing staff was hesitant to let me get out of bed and move around. I was able to get on a birthing ball at one point, and then they finally let me stand up around one. Christian made jokes about twerking the baby out, but the standing and walking around the room is what did the trick. After about an hour of that I was wanted to lay down and, that is when things kicked into high gear. 

Me hanging out on the birthing ball. 

I don't remember much of those couple hours. I remember I moaned- a lot. I remember Rebecca moaning with me. I remember begging for drugs at one point. I apparently hit Christian, I don't remember that. I remember being mad at the nurse that they wouldn't let me out of the bed. And I was hot. Really hot. Rebecca and Christian kept putting ice water drenched towels on me to cool me down. At one point I remember them telling me Dr. Jones was on her way down and all of a sudden the room was full of people. Next thing I knew it was time push, and I remember being so tired that seemed like it would be impossible. However, with Christian and Rebecca, and Dr Jones I found the strength to do it. Twenty minutes later we finally got a glimpse of the baby that had caused us so much grief for nine months and she was beautiful. She was also tiny, 6 lbs 13 oz much smaller than the doctor, thought she would be. 

A little cleaned up and ready to meet the world. 

When we found out we were having a girl we started talking names. We had about six or seven options walking into the hospital each of us having a different top choice. As soon as I saw her I knew her name was Abigail, there was no question whatsoever about that. I just hoped Christian thought the same thing. After things calmed down and it was just us, Rebecca, and the nurses Christian and I discussed the name. I was so happy that Christian also thought that Abigail was her name, not sure what we would have done if we disagreed. Christian then got to pick her middle name, Rebekah and like that the being we had been calling Baby Bellatrix or Baby Girl for the past months had a name. 

She already has Daddy wrapped around her little finger. 

I was happy that at this point they gave me and Ibuprofen, thank heavens for drugs, and then moved me to my new room. I have to say going drug free made for an easier recovery for me. It was nice to be able to get up and move around. It was also nice to have her in the late afternoon so I got some actual recovery time in.

Soon after she was born, the visitors started. Everyone was very excited to meet Abby, there was one special visitor though that wasn't there. Big sister Laine was up at Brighton Girl's Camp so she had to wait four whole days before she got to meet Abby.  Everyone loved her, thought that she had a ton of hair (she did) and just wanted to sit and hold her. Abby really was and continues to be a rather mellow baby. It was just nice, and she has been a rather good sleeper from the get go, and a great eater-yay!!!!

Matty has a bit of Mom time

Abby and Grandma- grandchild #20

Big brother Matt. It is his new favorite title

Grammy and Poppa- grandchild #11

These two are awesome big siblings. Eve is just great at calming her down and James just wants to be with her all the time 

We spent two days at the hospital, mainly because it was quiet and nice just to be able to rest and not worry about everything that comes with being at home. It was fun just to be with our little girl and enjoy her snuggles and love. The kids came and visited again, as did all of her grandparents. Then like that it was time time go home.

Ready to go 

She was met to a fun welcome home sign and 3 of her 4 siblings. 

So welcome Abby, this world is a crazy place but we are happy you're here with us.