Okay, well she got here almost a week ago...but good grief this parenthood thing makes you busy!
I'm not sure if you want the long version or the short, so I'll post the short-long and include some pictures at the end...your reward for making it through the entire blog post (and yes, I'm completely aware that most of you will still just scroll to the bottom first.)
At any rate, after 39 long weeks of feeling like a blimp, I was getting pretty excited about this whole natural childbirth thing. Troy and I had been diligent in our classes, in our exercises, and in reading every single book about natural childbirth that we could get our hands on! We were beyond prepared.
So, it was pretty surprising to us last Wednesday, at our very LAST visit to the high-risk-specialist-from-hell (can I say that here?), when he announced: "Oh, you're 39 weeks! It's time to be induced!" This was right after he came in the room, looked right at me and said "What are you here for today? Someone said you have questions for me?" He was such an ass. I'm sorry, but there is no other way to portray his attitude that day then to call it like I see it (so sorry blogger police.)
At any rate, back to "induction." He went on to explain that I needed to have an induction because I needed to deliver during the day, during the week, when all of the specialists who might need to be working my situation would be there.
Here's the thing about being induced: it involves Pitocin - the one thing that we were trying to avoid giving to our new baby. Additionally, we had already decided that if I had to go the induction route (because I was like 50 weeks pregnant, not because I just wanted to get the pregnancy over with), that I would go the full-fledged drug-induced route with an epidural. We'd read enough to know that Pitocin would make my contractions unbearable, and I mean, I'm tough....just not that tough.
So, Troy looks at satan-doctor and states that we had been planning for months to have a natural delivery. I was still too much in shock to say anything...all I could think was "why didn't you tell us this six months ago????" Satan-doc tells Troy that basically we can do whatever we want to but his recommendation is to be induced. Oh, and because he'd be out of town Friday through Sunday, I needed to be induced.....today.
We left being completely confused but knew that we had an appointment with my midwife the next day and we'd figure it all out. In the meantime, we decided to call our pediatrician because really, my health was not our main concern. The health of this new baby and the consequences of being born (ie, what sort of testing needed to be ordered on her upon arrival) were our main concern...and since satan-doctor told us "once you have this baby, you're not my problem anymore" we figured that maybe the pediatrician would give us a better recommendation on whether an induction was necessary or not.
Side note: I LOVE our pediatrician and her office staff. I'm so glad we picked her.
Pediatrician said yes, she would like to see me be induced as well so that she would be on call when the baby was born. Okay, we trust what she says.
The next day we went to visit the midwife and explained what had been going on. She was, needless to say, a little pissed. The specialist, in all of his notes to her, never mentioned an induction. She checked me, said I wasn't ready to give birth to this baby, and that if she induced me I could possibly be in labor for 3 or 4 days.
You see being in labor for 3 or 4 days is a problem. Not because, wow, that would suck...but because the MAIN concern with this baby being born was that the platlet condition that I have could cause her to have a cranial hemmorage prior to birth. Of course, there were other things to worry about post-birth, but the main thing...preventing a brain bleed. The midwife was very concerned that 3 or 4 days of being stuck in the birth canal could cause that hemmorage.
Our options: go to Atlanta and get a 2nd opinion on the induction, take our chances and just go with the natural birth, or have a c-section.
We weighed all of our options and decided that the one option that would 1) make sure everyone who needed to be there, would be there and 2) prevent a cranial hemmorage would be to have a c-section.
So, with that our plans drastically changed. We ran home and tried to cram for the c-section test...and pack...and notify our families...and make sure the room was ready...and try not to panic.
At 8am on Friday we arrived at the hospital, greeted by both of our mom's. They prepped me for the surgery and by 9:30 I was back in the OR. A nervous wreck.
I won't go into the details of being in surgery. It was scary and cool and I am so glad that Troy documented the entire thing with pictures. Yes, they let him take pictures of me being cut open and them pulling our little bundle of joy out. He loves that sort of thing.
At 10:01am, Miss Brenna Sophia Tarpley entered this world. Kicking and screaming and really really mad that we had disrupted her sleep.
We stayed in the hospital for 2 1/2 days, mainly to make sure that she was able to have all of the testing that she needed....which...drum roll please....all came back perfectly OKAY.
Thank GOD. I will every day for the rest of my life.
So, now we are back home. Having a c-section sort of sucks especially since we live in a 3 story house and I'm not supposed to walk up and down stairs. But, we've camped out in the living room and I am feel so incredibly blessed to be able to spend every day...every moment...taking care of this little girl. No one could have explained to me how complete I was going to feel when she got here. I finally feel like I know what my purpose in life is.
Okay, since you made it all the way to the end of this post I will reward you with some pictures of our little girl. Just a warning...the last picture is a surgery picture...if you get grossed out easily you may not want to look at it...but, I promise for those of you who do look at it, you will see something quite cool.
Brenna Sophia Tarpley
Brenna and her Daddy...running on zero hours of sleep (him, not her).
The happy family headed home (and yes, all those fluids they gave me plumped me up like a big balloon!)
Brenna and her Gei
Okay, this is way cool...look right under the doc's hand...