Birth Story Part 2

So things chilled out pretty quickly after my husband left and the new family went to their own room. My bleeding quickly returned back to normal and my uterus was contracting back to size like it was supposed to. There were two nurses who were still wrapping things up with me. Because of the clot one of them had to be with me for two hours after she was born. They would massage my abdomen every 15 minutes just to help my uterine muscles stay on track. They were also checking my vitals to make sure those were stable.

They kept reminding me that room service closed at 11 and I should get something to eat, but nothing sounded good and I didn’t want to order something and have it sit there and get cold. I eventually ordered a strawberry milkshake and a pudding because that was the only things I thought I would be able to choke down. I wasn’t nauseous anymore, I just wasn’t hungry in the slightest. I was still a bit shaky off and on and the nurses brought some more warm blankets in which helped.

Around 11pm I was able to get up for the first time to try and use the bathroom. My legs were still a little wobbly, but I was able to make it to the bathroom without assistance. My bladder, however, was still fast asleep.

I headed back to the bed and decided to try to get some sleep. It was slow in coming and then I only napped for 30 minutes before I was up again and not able to fall back asleep. I turned on the TV and flipped through some channels. About 1am I called the nurse in because she still didn’t want me to walk to the bathroom on my own. After taking care of that business I mentioned I was now starving, but of course room service was closed. My sweet sweet nurse offered to go the cafeteria and bring me back something to eat. When she came back she felt so bad because they had pretty much nothing I had said sounded good. What she did come back with (a salad, chicken tenders, and a piece or pizza) I devoured…then laughed at the fact that I was scarfing down a bunch of fried food at 2am.

After satisfying my hunger I decided I’d probably sleep better if I changed my clothes so I did that and finally got some sleep from 2-6:15am when the nurse came in to check on me. After that the lab tech came in to draw some blood, and the anesthesiologist came in to make sure the epidural had worn off and everything felt okay. After all that commotion I couldn’t fall back asleep so I hung out, watched some TV, and ordered breakfast. There was another nurse change and we continued our streak of amazing nurses. Ser

I texted my husband and let him know that he could come around 11am. I took a bit of a nap then took a shower. My husband showed up when I was in the shower which was great because I needed some help getting out without making a mess…oh postpartum joys LOL

I had been in contact with the dads and we decided they would come by about noon and we could hang out a little before I left at 1pm. I ordered lunch and was just finishing it up when they came by. Colette was sleeping in her bassinet and we chatted for a bit. Then it was time for me to head home. We took a couple pictures as a group…just a fraction of the people who came together to bring this precious little girl into the world.

My recovery went pretty well as far as the birth part went. I didn’t have any tearing and since I didn’t have a newborn to take care of I was able to get some rest. After a day or two, I didn’t even feel like I had just given birth. Unfortunately I became pretty sick about 24 hours after she was born. I came down with what I’m pretty sure was bronchitis. Every night I had a high fever with chills. I was coughing non stop and wheezing when I breathed. Add on the fact that I was still anemic and I was exhausted. It was all I had to get the kids to school and daycare before coming home and crashing.

I took a month off work (well I worked a few hours from home) and by the time it was time to go back I was just finally feeling better with more energy. Now, 7 weeks after she made her entrance I feel great. I’m trying to exercise consistently to help shed not only the left over baby weight, but hopefully a little more than that. My problem is that I enjoy food….a lot LOL I’m okay with that though and mainly I just want to gain some strength and cardio fitness.

As for being a surrogate again…I’ll be applying with my agency again next summer and hopefully transferring in Jan 2020. People think I’m crazy for wanting to be pregnant during the summer, but I actually enjoyed it and the heat wasn’t too terrible. It’s hard to not start the process again right now, but I really want some time off. Surrogacy takes a lot of time and energy. I enjoyed it immensely and am so excited to do it again, but my kids are enjoying me having more energy for them and I’m enjoying giving my body a break from growing a human. Right now the plan is to just do this one more time, but I’m sure the hubs and I will reevaluate after the next journey and see where we’re at.

So there you have it…the complete (and incredibly long) story of how Colette made her entrance into the world to meet her dads. I love the updates they send me and it’s amazing to see how much she’s already grown and changed. I hope our relationship continues in the years to come. They mentioned bringing her back to Bend in the future to see where she was born and I would love that so much.

There will probably be a lot less blogging until I start the process over again next year. Hopefully I’ll remember to pop in every so often with what’s going on in our lives and with some updated pictures as Colette continues to grow! Thanks to everyone who has followed along and stay tuned for the next adventure 🙂



Colette’s Birth Story Part 1

I 100% thought that I would have the birth story post all typed up within a few days after her birth….then I didn’t LOL I started getting sick about 12 hours after she was born and it got worse and I’m pretty sure evolved into bronchitis that took me out for the next 8ish days. Add on the fact that I was anemic and needless to say I was wiped out…like could barely get out of bed and taking 3+ hour naps wiped out.

Luckily this isn’t my first rodeo and I remembered how quickly the details start to fade so I had the presence of mind to quickly type a short hand version of events so I could reference them later. I think I did that 2 days postpartum and it was already getting fuzzy.

So here’s how September 11th, 2018 went down for us (settle in this will be long):

I had my husband drop me off at the hospital at 7:15. I waddled in with my bag and yoga ball to check in. I sent my husband home to take our son to school before he headed to work. The plan was for me to call or text him when things were moving along and we were getting closer to pushing. Our daughter was spending the day hanging out with Nana (my mother in law who was sweet enough to come stay with us all week to help with the kids).

I got all checked in and they let me know that the dads were already there and waiting in the room for me. They sent me back to the room where there were hugs all around and a couple pictures. We all hung out for awhile waiting for the nurse to come in and get things started.

She came in and did a bunch on intake stuff which means lots of questions, signatures, and starting an IV line. My OB starts inductions with Pitocin (which causes contractions). The Pitocin was started in my IV about 9am and contractions began 45 minutes later.

My OB’s protocol (or maybe it’s the hospital’s) with Pitocin is to increase the dose every 1/2 hour until contractions are regular and strong. I think it’s started at something like 2 mL over 1 hour and is increased by 2 mL. The contractions started out easy enough and there was still lots of chatting going on. Eventually they increased enough to where I wasn’t talking through them. I was still sitting in the bed so it wasn’t to where I needed to change positions to get through them.

We watched some TV, Bizarre Foods, if I remember correctly. When we had gotten there the nurse had let me know that it was their new policy to let laboring women eat until they had an epidural so if I wanted to order some room service I could do that. I wasn’t super hungry, but decided to order a smoothie because I hadn’t been able to eat much breakfast before getting to the hospital. Around lunch time the dads headed off to grab a bite to eat. I felt bad with them just sitting in there because I’m sure it must have been boring as can be! I mean I know I was bored, but I could only walk circles in the birthing unit and that didn’t sound all that appealing.

At that point I got on my yoga ball next to the bed and did some bouncing and hip rolling. What I really wanted to do was rest my upper body on the bed, but every time I leaned forward the monitor would lose her heartbeat so I had to stay more or less straight up.

We got the Pitocin up to an 8 and my contractions seemed to be getting more consistent and stronger so the nurse said we could stay there for awhile. I don’t know how long we stayed at 8, but we eventually agreed that the contractions had backed off a bit and we should up the Pitocin again. I knew I wouldn’t be able to eat after my epidural so even though I knew I would be throwing it up later (I puked while pushing with both my kids and was prepared for the same) so I ordered some soup and a roll.

After we upped the Pitcocin we talked about getting the epidural on board and breaking my water. I could have chosen to wait until I actually really needed the epidural, but I didn’t want things to move along too fast and not be able to get one. The nurse did a quick cervical check and I was only at 4 cm so I was glad that we were going to break my water and hopefully speed things up, but I was also preparing for the fact that this little girl might be making her entrance the next day. At 4:30pm I got my epidural. It took the anesthesiologist 3 tries to get it set up, but I’m going to go ahead and take the blame for that as I realized that I wasn’t as hunched over as I thought I was and once I gave him some more space between my vertebrae he was able to place it. *Side note…I always hear people say they’re terrified of getting the epidural because of the size on the needle. I promise you it is not that big of a deal! If you are really miserable and want an epidural, don’t let that be the reason you don’t get it because you will not even notice it 🙂

After my epidural was all set and working my OB came in to break my water around 5pm. I was at 5cm and 70% effaced. The way she was digging around up there I was so glad I decided to have my epidural already in place.

I texted my husband to let him know what was going on and we agreed that he would get home from work, shower, see the kids, eat some dinner, then head to the hospital after. We were preparing for a long night based on our previous experiences with our kids’ labor and deliveries. At 5:30pm we turned on a soccer game (fun fact..we have watched a soccer game during all of my labors) and just hung out. I got really chatty with the Fentanyl then really sleepy and had to close my eyes for a bit.

I don’t remember what time exactly my husband showed up, maybe around 7pm when the nurses were doing their shift change. While the nurses were changing over the day nurse mentioned that I had pushed with my kids for hours so we were all prepared for that again. The new nurse jokingly said she’d make sure to get the baby out in 15 minutes of pushing and we all laughed 🙂

The new nurse did a cervical check at 7:30 just to see where we were at and I was 7-8cm. The nurse said she thought that at the rate I was progressing it wouldn’t be that much longer. I was skeptical to saw the least. She asked if in my previous labors where I had ended up pushing for hours if they had let me labor down first. I told her that no, they didn’t have me labor down until after I had been pushing for at least an hour and a half. We thought that maybe we’d try that first to see if it made for less pushing later. The contractions started to break through the epidural and I had to hit the magic button a to get more meds flowing. The nurse stepped out to do a few things and said she’d be back in about a half hour to see how things were going.

About 15min later as we were all chatting I starting feeling a lot more pressure and could feel her head moving lower. I could tell we’d start pushing very soon. I was comfortable with the contractions again which was great. Previously I had my epidurals in for so long that they were wearing off by the time I started pushing…not the case this time, I was NUMB! I was a little worried about not being able to feel anything when I pushed.

At 8pm the nurse came back in. I let her know that I was feeling A LOT of pressure and was sure I was completely dilated. She did a quick check and I was 10 cm. She started to get things set up then about 8:10pm had me try a practice push. I did 2 two pushes and apparently they were pretty efficient because she said something like “whoa, okay stop!” Baby was right there and she needed to get the doctor and some more nurses in the room. The baby wasn’t exactly a fan on the push and they gave me an oxygen mask to get her some more oxygen.

About 10 minutes later the OB was there and the nurses were getting the finishing touches set up. Our main nurse was standing next to me and I told her that even though I know they baby is right there that I still kid of didn’t believe her that it was going to be that fast. She laughed and told me to just wait a minute and I’d see that she was right.

I don’t have a lot of recollection about what the dads were doing during all this. I think they were trying to stay out of the way a bit and were probably getting even more and anxious and excited that they would be meeting their daughter within minutes.

About 8:25ish I was ready to get this baby out and to her dads! 3 pushes later and she was out and on my belly! She was born at 8:29pm. When they weighed her we were all surprised to find out that she was 8lbs! I did definitely not feel as big as I did with my kids (who were 8 1/2 and 8lbs). Plus she was so easy to get out that I thought for sure she’d be smaller, but nope! She was 19 1/2 inches long and as sweet as could be!

After letting the cord sit for a minute one of the dads cut the cord and she went straight to them for some skin to skin. I loved that the hospital had a nurse in there that was there just for them and the baby. Her only job was to help them get settled and make sure they had everything they needed.

While they were bonding with baby Colette my OB was trying to get the placenta out and my uterus to contract. She said that it could take up to 20min for it to come out, but she obviously didn’t want it to take that long. She started massaging my belly to get it to detach which made me nauseous. After what seemed like maybe 10ish (if that) minutes after the baby was born the placenta followed. Then I got the shakes…I didn’t get them with my kids so it was a new experience. I didn’t feel cold or anything, I just couldn’t stop shaking. My OB chatted a bit then congratulated everyone and went back to work. There was some more belly massage and my husband ran to the car to bring me back my Tums because I was having some massive heartburn. A few minutes later I started getting nauseous again. Lucky for me I had had my husband grab me one of the blue puke sacks before I started pushing because I figured I’d be puking like before. I did end up throwing up and that made me pass a larger clot. It was big enough that the nurses needed to weigh it. They gave me from Zofran in my IV for the nausea which definitely helped. My uterus was still not wanting to really contract so they gave me some more meds for that. After the clot though my bleeding quickly went back to normal.

I did keep glancing over to the corner where Colette and her dads were bonding. They got to feed her about 15 minutes after she was born and she gobbled it all up. It was so sweet to finally see them all together after all these months waiting for her arrival.

About 9:30 my husband headed home to sleep in a comfy bed. The baby and her dads were taken to their own room and I was left to relax a bit.

I’m going to end it here and do a part two later because this has taken me forever to type up. I know there are details that I’ve forgotten, but that’s bound to happen. It’s amazing how fast the details get fuzzy after labor and delivery.

To be continued….