Well, she’s here!! After all that waiting, I can hardly believe it!
Here’s the story.
Josey was looking large in the last sonogram (two days before our due date of the 28th), about 8 pounds and 6 ounces. I was 2cm dilated, so they thought they might need her to go on and deliver.
Saturday morning, Tom and I got up and got ready to head to the hospital. As I was putting on my mascara, around 6:50AM, my water broke all on its own!
I was really happy about it because I had been nervous to have an induction. I knew that first time deliveries that are induced have a higher rate of going into c-sections than non-induced.
Off we went to the hospital, and they told me I was at 4-5 cm. They got me hooked up to monitors to check out my contractions and Josey’s heartbeat. They also got me hooked up to tons of fluids and a blood pressure cuff.
After laboring for hours, the contractions were pretty intense. I was breathing through them like I learned to in birthing classes, but I didn’t quite manage to relax all of myself into them as I was instructed.
I kept most of my body from being tense, but I did squeeze the mess out of Tom’s fingers. I’m talking purple fingers here, friends.
After I was at that point for a while I asked for an epidural. My contractions were camelback, meaning they were coming one after another.
Our friends and family who were there all said that I seemed a lot more like myself once that epidural was in place. And no wonder- the relief I felt with that epidural was awesome.
Then the doctor checked me and was surprised that I was only at 5cm still. She had me laying on my side with my leg propped in stirrup to help me dilate, and it was doing nothing.
Apparently, Josey was trying to push her head down, but she was too big to fit through my pelvis, and that was keeping me from dilating. With the strength of my contractions, she said I should have been at an 8 or 9 already.
Having my leg in the stirrup was supposed to help the problem if it could be helped, but since it didn’t, she told me the only option was a c-section.
She knew I didn’t want a c-section, and she agreed to let me labor a little longer to be sure there was no change. If there was any change at all, she promised we would pass on the c-section.
After she left the room, I started to cry. I had so wanted to have pictures of me and Tom meeting Josey for the first time, and since he was the only one allowed back with me into the O.R., we weren’t going to have those pictures. I also didn’t want to have to recover from surgery on top of caring for a newborn.
I was having a hard time accepting that my chance of having a normal birth was pretty much zero. But with some time, I accepted it. I was ready to meet my girl.
Since I looked pretty awful from crying, I put on some more make-up. I wasn’t going to look worse in pictures than I had to after laboring all day.
The doctor checked me again after an hour and a half. There was no change, so they started prepping me for surgery. And Tom suited up.
Our precious baby girl arrived at 7:11pm on Saturday, January 28th. She was 9 pounds, 2 ounces and 22 inches long!! No wonder she didn’t fit in my pelvis! And our sweet doctor had the nurses take pictures for us.
They had Tom go with Josey while she had her Apgar scores done and got cleaned up. After I was sewn up, they took me to recovery to be with them. We finally got the chance to hold our sweet baby girl!
After a couple of hours, they took us up to the room we would be in for the next few days. Our friends and family members who had waited all day were FINALLY able to come up and meet her!
Here were the grandparents with her:
And her Aunt Lisa:
Then all the ladies were helping me get JoJo out of her hospital garb and into something cuter.
More pictures! Aunt Lana with Josey and a very swollen, post-surgery mama:
Some of our best friends, Jenn and Justin:
Over the next few days, more family and friends came by. They were so sweet and brought (or sent) flowers, onesies, stuffed animals, Chic-Fil-A, lots of Starbucks, and great company! We felt very loved.
We learned what it was like to function on little sleep for the sake of another person…and not to mind it at all.
Josey charmed all the nursery nurses with her non-hospital wear. No way was I leaving my baby in a “Northside” onesie for four days! Here were a couple of her outfits.
One of the coolest things was for me to see Tom as a daddy. He is such a natural, and Josey clearly loves him. It made me love him even more.
But when the day came to go home, we were both ready. Partly because we knew my mom would be waiting at our house to help us out!
We were so glad to get back to our own home. And this time we were bringing home our baby. Wow.
We are so glad she’s finally here.
Jocelyn Selah means “Joyous Amen.” And it really does fit.