Friday:
Who would have known how today's' events would unfold? Definitely not Chris & I! We went in early Friday morning, to the Jordan Valley Hospital, to be induced. Grant was already over a week overdue. We had tried everything to help him along...from Ian William's fool proof secret salsa inducing sauce (Tuesday), to a bike ride out to the airport control tower (Thursday) among other activities. I was having contractions but nothing put me into labor.
(This is me...happy to be getting induced and excited for the baby.)
Once there I was still not progressing and the Dr. put me on petocin. (Really wasn't excited about that one.) After another few hours and thinking how great I was handling the contractions, I still had not dilated past a 2! They did an ultrasound only to find that the baby was breech. Well, this explained why nothing was happening. So things started to get "interesting." The next course of action was to try to turn him around in my belly...a very painful procedure. I got an epidural (another thing I was trying to see if I could avoid) and then they tried turning him. Even though I was certainly numb, it was the most painful thing ever. After three attempts, the Dr. stopped. The baby would not turn, he was just too big and there wasn't enough room to move and he didn't want to hurt the baby by forcing things.
Then things went even worse...the only option left was a cesarean. Talk about emotional overload! Chris & I tried so hard to keep things together, but we were struggling. Now I was facing major surgery. The most I have ever had "done" in a hospital; besides having 2 babies regularly, was 3 stitches
in my thumb about 5 years ago.We had a couple hours until I was to have the surgery and Chris called a good friend from work to come and help give me a blessing. We are so grateful for the Priesthood. The comfort from that blessing was enough to help me calm down and think clearly as I asked the nurse what to expect. That in itself was a blessing as she had all her children by cesarean. I was also able to call my best friend Kayla & even though there wasn't enough time for her to get to the hospital to be there with me, talking with her was greatly calming. When the time came to go in, Chris got all dressed in his little suit. The epidural wasn't working anymore and they had to give me a spinal tap. My body was reacting so weird to the various drugs in my system I was shaking uncontrollably! Chris found it amusing and was administering field sobriety tests on my eyes. Hilarious...definitely was not in any condition to drive - failed miserably!The anaesthesiologist was the best ever. Everyone was really helpful and calming and the procedure went better than I could have hoped for. Chris, ever curious, asked if it was ok with me if he watched what they were doing on the other side of the curtain. Of course I was fine with it - I actually knew it was coming anyway. At 5:29 PM Grant Roscoe was born. He weighed a hefty 8 pounds and 10.5 ounces and was 21 1/2 inches long. As soon as he was born, he coughed and started to scream and BOY was it loud! The only hard thing was that I couldn't hold him yet until I was all stitched up.
Daddy got to hold him first. Once we were both all cleaned up and finished, they wheeled me to my recovery room. Chris said that Kayla was there in the room waiting and I about burst into tears right there! Gosh, typing this is making me want to cry again. I am so blessed to have her as my friend. She knew how much I needed her and she did everything she could to be there for me. Thank you so much Kayla!