We did it!

It’s been almost a year. Oh my goodness has it really been that long? Let’s start at the very beginning of where I left off, we did transfer two the next month and guess what happened on Halloween, I got my first ever positive. Right I got pregnant! Best day ever, cue next day I started spitting. This happened all the time. My beta later that week was good, the next night a Friday started cramping at work and clotting. I ended up going to the er and we saw a heartbeat slow at 94 but there. The rest of the first trimester was a flurry of bleeding, ultrasounds and such. I didn’t post here because at first we wanted to keep it quiet then it became I didn’t want to come on just to say I lost it. By Christmas time the bleeding had slowed and we announced! Our baby decided to stick around, I weaned off progesterone without a hitch. In February baby cooperated for a gender scan, it’s a girl! That night Jim came up with her name. Amari it means strength and I would need it. I was diagnosed with PTSD and anxiety around that time and saw a therapist for a month or two, so embarrassing. But I needed it. The rest of pregnancy flew by, our baby shower was the first of May. Winnie the Pooh themed of course. My due date July 13 came and went. After waiting years for our baby she kept us waiting awhile longer. On July 22 she made her appearance. Birth story is below.
I started having pains about midnight on Friday 7/22/16. I tried to sleep through them until about 230, I lost my plug and started spotting so we went to the dr around 330. I was already 3 cm and having contractions every 5 minutes. They checked me again a few hours later and I was at 5. Then things slowed down. Around 10 they broke my water and I had fentynil. Which helped for the time being and let me nap for a half hour. Over the next few hours I didn’t progress as they hoped only going a centimeter in 4 hours. So they moved on to pitocin and I had an epidural it worked well, I felt pretty good and went from 6-10 cm in an hour at 430 I was ready to push. Amazingly my dr was there for the entire pushing stage, which is rather uncommon. The first hour I felt pretty good, the second I started getting sick and baby wasn’t progressing in spite of trying the chair, my side and bed. About an hour and a half in the dr said she thinks she was turned, if she didn’t move in an half hour they would call for a section. After another half hour nothing happened. They turned off the epidural by accident instead of the pitocin, so my contractions got quite painful and such. Luckily they caught it and got it changed. By this point I was crying not from pain so much as the rapid change in plans. We had a birth photographer she wasn’t allowed back, I was scared and shocked. Around 730 they got me all ready for the section, shaved and washed. They wheeled me into the or. I was awake the whole time. Dh came back around 745, at 758 I heard her first cry. It was beautiful, I wish I could have seen her before she got moved to the med cart but she was here happy and healthy. They cleaned her up and brought her to me. I gave her a kiss and they went back to measuring her. They then gave me meds to make me sleep while they were closing. I woke up at 930 in recovery and they got me back to the room at 945. I was shaking a lot but We had our first nursing session and she went to sleep. Since I had a section her first night she spent in the nursery. I found out later she had passed meconium before the section. But all was well. We went home that Monday!

Meet my little pumpkin! I promise it won’t be so long before I update again.