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Andrew's Birth Story: I DIY'd a Tiny Human


Andrew's official birthday was Monday. We threw a super fun Nautical party for family and friends earlier this month, so Monday we celebrated just the 3 of us. Andrew and I spent the most part of the day like normal, naps and playtime. We went grocery shopping in the afternoon and as we passed the floral department, I thought, this is a special occasion, I'm buying my kid a balloon! (cause I'm cool like that).


He was fascinated, licking it and waving it around. He thought it was pretty funny to bop Mommy on the head with it sporadically through our trip.

After dinner, I followed a family tradition from my side of the family- Hostess Cupcakes for the birthday boy. I love those things, but can never manage to rationalize buying them most of the time. Thankfully, calories don't count on birthdays!

J and I sang this dorky version of "Happy Birthday", even busting out some harmonies at the end if you can call it that! We like to think we're musicians, so we make it fancy.



Video Observations:
  • For some strange reason Daddy is nervous about Mommy shoving a lit flame in our baby's face.
  • Andrew is not the "stuff it in my face" kind of kid, taking the more sensory approach by poking his finger all the way into the cupcake and leaving it there for the duration.
  • Things sort of trail of as we realize our boy is happy to stare and poke the cupcake. 
A Little Trip Down Preggie Lane
I admit, I'm a little misty about how fast this year flew by. It went by so fast!! Such a great year. Time for a little reminiscing!

Check out this collage I made of the 9 months leading up to Andrew's arrival :).




Andrew Carter Wine was born almost on his due date, just one day late, on Sept. 24, 2011, happy and praise God, healthy.

I had no idea what to expect for my "big day", since he's our first. I had read the books, and we had attended what I called the "Labor for Dummies" class.
(totally hacked that pic together, sadly there is no official Labor for Dummies book)

I was inspired by natural birth, and really wanted to take a hands off approach as much as possible. We felt good going in. This is my blow by blow story of how Andrew came into the world!

Friday, 9-23-11
10:30AM- Fat and Miserable
I had an OB appointment the morning of  Andrew's due date. I'd been feeling light, sporadic contractions for the past couple days and I was feeling miserable (aka 9mo. Preggo)- fat, uncomfortable, and sooo beyond ready to have this baby already! Jason drove me to the appointment, where my Dr. told us I was in early labor, and 3 cm. dialated!

Woo hoo! I'd have this baby by lunch!
We headed home to wait for things to get going. Jason brought me fish tacos for lunch (my craving of the hour, and my last opportunity to use the "I'm pregnant, get me whatever I want, now!!" card). We watched tv, and I breathed through my contractions as they came.

3:00PM- OMG, We're Spazzing Out!
After a couple hours I was firmly parked on my birth ball, doing the "slow hula hoop" dance and breathing through my now stronger contractions, coming every 7-10 minutes. Me and Jason were totally doing the totally classic, "omg I'm/you're in labor!" spazzy contraction documentation. (It was cute.). At 4pm, my contractions were 3-5 minutes apart, and we decided it was Go Hour. We threw our bags in the car, and locked eyes for a sec, in a, "omg we're driving to the hospital!" spazzy realization.

I was doing good mentally at this point, Lamaze breathing helped me a TON, and gave me something to focus on as the waves hit. I could ride out each contraction with a focused, calm mindset. I'm so glad we took that class,  I highly recommend it to new AND repeat mommies! One of the best preps ever.

4:30PM- Banished to the Halls
We arrived at the hospital and I got hooked up to the monitoring equipment. Still only 3cm. dialated, :/ This was 7 hrs. AFTER I had been checked that morning. Doh. They don't admit until 4cm. so I was told to "walk the halls" and hope it helped.
We walked for 2 hours.

We ate, and after dinner it was back to be checked and see if I was getting anywhere. STILL at 3cm. Double doh-ness.

This happened TWO more times. I'd walk the halls, get checked: still a 3... walk some more, still a 3. Talk about getting nowhere fast.

9:00PM- Talk to Me! Shut up!
By 9pm I was "hee hee hoo-ing" like nobody's business. I couldn't relax through the contractions anymore. I found that if I focused on a very strong memory I could check out from the contractions and get through them. I was now hanging on my poor Jason's neck, huffing and puffing, every 2 minutes or so.

He started to tell me how great I was doing and how proud he was of me. But, funny thing, instead of encouraging me, for some weird reason it made me feel really sorry for myself, and want to start bawling! I was afraid of losing it! So, (not very graciously) I said, "Stop it! Just talk to me about work or something else! Don't tell me how good I'm doing!"

Picture the scene:
I'm doubled over, hanging from Jason's neck, hee-hee-hooing like it's going out of style. When the contractions pass, he'd start to tell me some story about some coworker, or random airplane part he was working on (Jason's an aerospace engineer). Another contraction would hit, and he'd go silent (I made him shut up for that part). Then we would walk and he'd share another random detail about work. If my body wasn't imploding on itself, I might have laughed.

10:30PM- Back Labor and My New Best Friend
I was DONE-with-a-Capital-D.  No amount of hee-hee-hooing was going to get me through this kind of pain. 12 hours of increasingly painful contractions, and only at 3cm dilated! I didn't realize it at the time, but I was totally having back labor. If you've never had the pleasure, it basically feels like your pelvis is being crushed in a vice every couple minutes. If you've had the pleasure, Lord bless you, and your child should be eternally grateful for bringing them into this world.

And we were still out walking the halls!!

At the next monitoring check in, I was indeed still a 3, but, something wonderful happened. The heavens opened and my fabulous triage nurse had pity on me. Maybe it was the look I gave her.
For whatever reason, (thank you Lord!) she fibbed. 

She wrote down the magic number: FOURRR!!!! And just like that, I was whisked off in a wheelchair into a room, where I said the magic words: E-P-I-D-U-R-A-L. 

It was time. I didn't hesitate, even though that meant my "natural approach" was going out the window. Being dubbed "failure to progress" after 12 hrs with no change, and dealing with the Mother of all Contractions, it was the right decision for me. 

The anesthesiologist hooked me up (literally) and within a minute all was right with the world again. And I was all,

My legs were numb, and I was stuck in bed, but that was ok with me. We were even more glad we made the decision as the hours kept coming, and baby was not budging. 

Saturday, 9-24-11 
Midnight, no progress... 3am, same... They had put me on Pitocin with the epidural, which kept the contractions coming (thankfully I couldn't feel a thing). In the wee morning hours we finally started to get somewhere. 4cm, 6. Mommy and baby were doing ok, but not perfect. I developed a slight fever, and Andrew's heart rate decreased with my contractions, so they had me changing positions pretty often. 

10:42AM- Born, Baby!
Finally, around 10am the next day, 24hrs after I'd been declared in early labor, we were almost there. The nurses were coming in more frequently and asking me if I felt like pushing. They broke my water, but I didn't feel a thing.

I was nervous I wouldn't be able to feel anything with the epidural, and not be able to push effectively. 10:30am came around, and my nurse came in our room with a "let's do this" face.

I pushed when they said "go". I could only feel a slight urge to push, but went for it anyway. That stuff is exhausting! Thankfully I only had to push through 3-4 contractions, and then, pop! Andrew was out!

Poor guy had such a cone head when he came out! Don't worry, it's normal shaped now, ladies.
 8 lbs. 5 oz., 20 1/2 in. long. Healthy and perfect.

Well, hello there :)
And That makes 3
All told, it was a pretty smooth, complication free labor. Jason was amazing, and took care of Mommy and Andrew through the whole experience. I love you, Babe! :) (sorry for telling you to shut up).

Here's a video I took on my phone when we were taking Andrew home. I can't believe how little he once was!


I love you, Munchkin Bunchkin. You're the best thing that ever happened to me. Happy Birthday!

Are you a Mama? How have your births gone, crazy, crazy easy,...? Did you have any plans change once things got going?

<3 Alyssa
AKA Proud Mommy

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