On Sunday, the 15th, Ryan and I had gone to L&D at the hospital because I had been having severe cramping that wasn't going away. According to them, I was having contractions and "uterine irritability" (a.k.a cramps). They sent me home and told me to come back if my labor progressed, but they wanted me to make it to Thursday for my scheduled c-section because I would be 39 weeks. So Ryan and I had lunch with his parents when we got home, a friend of mine came over to work on a computer project, and then my sister in law Candice came over to watch the boys while Ryan and I went out to dinner. We had already had this "last date night" planned and I thought going out would take my mind off of my cramps. We enjoyed a yummy meal at Red Lobster and some nice time alone chatting about how different life was going to be come Thursday. I was a little uncomfortable during dinner but nothing different than it had been for the past 24 hours. We got home, put the boys in bed and relaxed on the couch watching some tv. We both went to bed around 11:30. I had a hard time falling asleep, just uncomfortable and crampy.
My cramps woke me up around 1:00. As I laid there I realized that they were coming and going and this time I could pin point a start and finish to them. So I got my phone and downloaded an app for counting contractions. I started recording them and they were 5 and 6 minutes apart. I thought that can't be right?! You don't just start having contractions that are that close together. So for the next hour and a half I walked back and forth between my bedroom and the living room, trying to get comfortable laying down on the bed or sitting on the couch all while keeping track of my contractions. Around 3:30 my contraction app was showing them getting closer together and more intense. At this point they were 3 and 4 minutes apart and getting pretty painful. I decided to wake Ryan up. I needed to make sure this was the 'real deal' before I woke him up because he had to go to work in the morning. I didn't want to take another trip to the hospital only for them to send us back home again. He called his mom and we started getting ready to go to the hospital. While we were getting ready to go and waiting for Ryan's mom to get to the house, Ryan was timing my contractions for me. (I don't think he believed I was in labor so he wanted to time them to see for himself) He confirmed they were coming about 3 minutes apart. (such a helpful husband, hah!)
We got to the hospital around 4 am. They put me on the monitor and checked me. I was only dilated to a 1 but my contractions were now coming 2 minutes apart and I was in PAIN! I had never felt a contraction before with the triplets. And OH man I hope I never have to feel them ever again. They were so painful!! The on-call OB said to take me in for my c-section right away. Although their "right away" was NOT SOON ENOUGH!!
I had a nurse putting in my IV, another asking me questions, and another drawing my blood, all while I'm trying to breathe through a painful contraction. I couldn't concentrate on anything! They couldn't give me my spinal block until I was on the surgery table, so the whole time we are waiting for lab work, the on-call Dr. to get there, and the anesthesiologist to get things ready...I am trying not to die while I'm suffering through contractions. It was seriously the longest 2 hours EVER!!
Somehow Ryan got me to smile...must have been in between contractions.
FINALLY they were wheeling me to the OR. I got in the surgery room at 6:10. The Dr. was still in route. So I'm sitting on the surgery table, back hunched over so the anesthesiologist can make marks for the spinal, and trying to breathe through a painful contraction. I was crying from the pain and praying through this whole situation, knowing it would be over soon and I would be meeting my baby in just minutes. FINALLY the Dr. arrived, they placed my spinal block and I instantly felt relief from the pain. I laid back and was totally relaxed as they prepped everything. Ryan came in and they started surgery at 6:36.
This is me anxiously awaiting the sweet sound of a baby crying
At 6:40 I heard "wow! he's a big baby!" and then the best baby screams and cries ever. He had such a cute wail. Ryan was taking pictures, I had some tears of relief and happiness. After that I was totally relaxed, in a state of peace and I enjoying every minute!!
Such A big boy!! Jacob Noah: 8 lbs 10 oz and 21.5 inches long.
I was wheeled to my room. While they got me situated, they gave Jacob his first bath.
At this point it is just about 8:00 am. My parents had headed straight to the hospital when Ryan texted him that I was going into surgery. So they were there and ready to see their Grandson less than a couple hours old.
Through out the day we had some visitors, Jacob was doing great, and I was feeling fantastic. SUPER tired since I hadn't slept at all that night before but for the most part fantastic. I noticed a HUGE difference between this c-section compared to my last c-section. I think it had everything to do with emergency versus non-emergency.
Some of Jacob's visitors:
|Grandma and Jacob|
|Vanessa and Jacob|
This is a moment in my life I will never forget
Ryan is pretty excited to be Daddy to 3 boys too...
Tuesday morning I got the okay from both the pediatrician and my OB that if I felt up to it I could go home that evening. I was surprised that I only had to be in the hospital 36 hours after surgery but at the same time, I felt really good and was ready to be at home with all my boys.
We had a few more visitors during the day, including my granparents who made the trip from Pomona to see their newest great grandchild.
|G.G. and G-pa with great grandson|
I was home tuesday evening around 6:30. The first two nights were rough but now we are settled in, Jacob is doing great and the boys are loving their new brother.
Whenever Jacob cries or grunts, the boys look at us and say "wassat?! wassat?!" (what's that?)
They try peaking at him in the pack-n-play or watching him in his swing
|The swing is caged in...also known as "Jacob's escape"|
This is Jacob's first time in his crib (night #2 at home)
Having Jacob....a full term baby, has truly put into perspective how little Vincent and Landen were when we brought them home. Jacob is wearing NB clothing but he won't be in them for very long. I put this outfit on him today (5 days old) and then I found a picture of Vincent and Landen wearing the same outfit and they were 7 weeks old, Almost 2 months! Crazy!! There is NO WAY Jacob will be wearing this at 2 months old.
People are saying Jacob looks like a Rollema!!! Finally I have a baby that resembles my side somewhat. Can't wait to watch this little one grow up.
I just have to post a few more sweet pictures of our bundle of joy. We just love him! We are so grateful he made his arrival into this world and will forever be apart of our family and in our hearts. He's our early bird and we love him :o)