For the sake of my memory, the scrapbook, and anyone who may be curious
about the details, I thought it would be fun to tell Caroline's story.
Disclaimer: this might be the longest post ever, so kudos if you make it
through the entire thing.
Caroline Rae was born the morning of
Sunday, October 9th (I was day one of 35 weeks; my due date was November 11th), but let's back up a bit...
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| We took this picture thinking that I would do a post about 35 weeks--little did we know that it would be about her birth story instead! This picture was taken the morning I went into labor! :) |
On Monday, October 3rd
I started having some cramp-like feeling in my lower abdomen. It wasn't
the slightest bit consistent--it would come and go--and it wasn't very
painful. I tried to dismiss it from my mind and told myself that since I
had never made it to 35 weeks with Will, that maybe it was normal to
feel this way towards the end. It continued off and on through Tuesday
and I started having the nagging feeling that maybe I should talk to my
nurse about it. In the back of my mind, I remembered having similar
pains a few days before Will was born but I dismissed it.
On Tuesday night
I spent time with some of my closest friends, and I remember mentioning
how I was feeling to Becky. She did a great job of not jumping to
conclusions, but encouraged me to call the doctor the next day.
On Wednesday, October 5th,
I dropped Will off at school and immediately called my nurse. I was
fully expecting her to explain it away, but instead she asked me to come
in to see my doctor that afternoon. Given my history, I don't think
they wanted to leave anything to chance--ha! So one of my dearest
friends watched Will that afternoon while I went in for a "quick" visit.
Since I technically didn't have an appointment, it took over two hours
to see my doctor. He had emergency surgery, so I was stuck in the
waiting room for what seemed like forever. Thank goodness Will didn't
come with me! After a sonogram & talking things over, I felt much
better. I wasn't the slightest bit dilated and he just encouraged me to
drink more water and rest as much as possible. He said that cramping can
be normal if you're dehydrated, so I vowed to drink more, rest more,
and I was on my way home.
The cramping continued off and on
through Thursday & Friday, but since I had just been to the doctor I
tried not to think about it. Life went on as normal--Will went to
school & I worked a few hours
on Friday.
The pain didn't get worse and it stayed inconsistent, so I kept pushing
it out of my mind. Matt and I had plans to celebrate our 6th wedding
anniversary that weekend (we got married on October 8th), so his sister
came in town for the weekend to watch Will. Matt surprised me with a
swanky hotel room in Ft. Worth, and we had a fabulous dinner to
celebrate at The Lonesome Dove. Little did we know that would be our
last date night for a while!
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| Celebrating our anniversary in Ft. Worth |
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| Date night at The Lonesome Dove |
On Saturday morning (October
8th--our anniversary), the pain felt a little more intense when I woke
up. Still not consistent or super painful, just a little more annoying.
We thought that maybe I was just hungry, so we got some breakfast. I
remember not wanting to "cry wolf", but started watching the clock as we
were driving around. The pain would come every 5-6 min, but only last
about 15 seconds. I never experienced Braxton Hicks contractions with
Will, so I thought that was all it was. I texted back-and-forth with my
sweet friend, Kelly, and researched
BH
contractions. I still wasn't convinced either way, so we decided to
follow doctor's orders and get a giant jug of water and go back to the
hotel to rest. This continued for several hours without changing, so
after watching some football we decided to get an early dinner. Even
though they didn't completely go away, I felt much better after eating. I
was really encouraged and thought it would stop! However, after trying
to take a nap after we got back to the room, it started to get more
painful. They still weren't lasting very long--only 15-30 sec--but now
they were 2-3 min apart. I read that walking can help, so I remember
walking up & down the hotel hallway willing myself to stop.
During
my walk, I started keeping a log of the contractions. They consistently
stayed 2-3 min apart, but now they were lasting 25-35 seconds and
getting a little more painful. Matt encouraged me to call my friend,
Tara, who was a labor/delivery nurse. I told her how I was feeling and
she agreed that it sounded like BH sine they weren't really painful and
they weren't lasting longer than ~30 seconds. She encouraged me to take a
bath & said that true labor would continue, but BH should stop
after taking a bath. Since our hotel room only had a shower, I had an
awkward conversation with a guy at the front desk trying to figure out
if I could use another room to take a bath. I'm sure he thought I was
crazy! After a little negotiating I used a room down the hall and took a
relaxing bath. I was encouraged because I started feeling better--as
long as I didn't move that is. The minute I would sit up or when I got
out of the bath, the contractions would continue. I called Tara back and
she told me to try and get some rest, but if it continued for another
hour to call the doctor. I hung up the phone and Matt said, "you know
there is no way either of us are going to sleep. We need to go to the
hospital". I honestly thought they were going to send us home saying it
was false labor, so when Matt started packing the bags I was confused.
He said that we needed to check out of the hotel and even if it wasn't
true labor, we were going home. I realized that they romantic
anniversary weekend was over and I started to cry. Matt was wonderful
and encouraged me that she was more important than a hotel room, and he
was right. I called my doctor and he said that he would see me at the
hospital. We checked out of the hotel and we were on our way.
I'll
never forget that ride to the hospital. The contractions started
getting closer and they were getting pretty intense. It was clear that
they weren't BH and that I really was in labor. Good thing Matt made the
decision to go to the hospital! We got there right at midnight and went
straight to the labor & delivery unit. After getting settled, my
nurse checked to see if I was dilated. I think we all thought it was
false labor, but quickly realized it was the real deal when she
discovered I was already 4cm dilated. Yikes! Since my water hadn't
broken (the exact opposite of Will!), we were hoping to stop the
contractions with medication. Well, nothing worked and I kept laboring
and dilating. When I got to 7cm, it was clear that we weren't going to
be able to stop it and she was ready to come. I got my epidural and
thankfully got some relief. I don't know how epidurals effect other
girls, but with both of my babies they make me extremely sleepy. I was
able to get some rest and napped in-between contractions.
A few
hours later (around 7:30am), I was 10cm and thought it was about time to
push. However, we discovered that she was head down, but facing the
wrong way. She was looking at my tummy instead of my spine. So for the
next 2-3 hours we tried to turn her over. They put me in all these crazy
positions and would tell me not to move for 30 min. They would check
again, and the cycle would continue of crazy position, not moving, and
checking again. Finally after several hours, my doctor was able to turn
her himself and after 15 min of pushing, she was here at
10:18am!
Her Apgars were 8/9 (just like her brother), and she was a healthy 6lb
5oz. The main difference this time was that she didn't have to be rushed
to the NICU and stayed with us in the room! It was amazing to hold her
right away. We spent the rest of the day celebrating with family and
cuddling with our sweet girl.
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| Her first picture after she was all cleaned up |
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| The stats |
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| First picture of mommy & Caroline |
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| First picture with our sweet girl |
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| Her tiny footprints |
Monday was full of visits from
friends and continued celebration. Caroline was doing great--she took
immediately to nursing, and she seemed happy to sleep all day. At night,
I would send her to the nursery in-between feedings so I could rest and
recover. Early
Tuesday morning, around
4:00am,
my nurse woke me up to tell me that Caroline had a couple of apnea
episodes where she forgot to breathe for a few seconds. To be on the
safe side they wanted to put her in the NICU for observation. By the
time I was able to see her again, she was hooked up to monitors and the
journey of the NICU was upon us once again.
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| Matt's sister, Annette, was in town for the weekend to watch Will while we celebrated our anniversary. Perfect timing! We were so glad that she was here to meet Caroline on her birthday! |
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| Caroline also got to meet her GJ & Papa! |
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| Special time with Daddy |
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| We love our Aunt B! |
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| Caroline got to meet her MiMi too! |
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| We can't wait until Caroline's BFF makes her arrival in December! Between Carter & Will, and now Caroline & Alli, we have lots of fun times in store with the Tramontes! |
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| My friend, Erin & her little guy, Duke came to meet Caroline |
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| Me, Jama, and our girls :) |
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| We love the Greggs!! I'm sure Lila & Caroline will become fast friends. |
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| Beautiful flowers to celebrate our baby girl |
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| And of course, the most important visitor of all--Caroline's big brother! |
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| Meeting for the first time |
Caroline was doing
great, but every so often she would forget to breathe after eating. She
never needed oxygen support, but continued to require close monitoring
for a few days. The policy of the NICU was to go 3-5 days without having
an alarm go off. Luckily my mom stayed with us all week and helped take
care of Will while I spent the day at the NICU. I would stay all day to
be there to nurse Caroline every 3hours, and then go home around
6:00
to see Will for about an hour before he went to bed. To say the least,
we were exhausted by the weekend. We thought she was coming home
on Friday,
but they extended her stay until Saturday to be on the safe side.
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| Special time with Daddy in the NICU |
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| Love those rolls! :) |
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| Her first sweet smile |
Finally the day came when we could take our sweet girl home! What a
happy day! Will was excited to greet her when we got home, and he
handled the transition beautifully. Our little family of four was
complete...let the real adventure begin!
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| Our little peanut |
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| Passing the stress test with flying colors |
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| Getting ready to go home |
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| On our way! |
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| Sweet big brother welcoming his sister home |
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| He loves her already! |
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| Our little family of 4 |
Precious Caroline Rae-- we
are beyond blessed to call you our own. You already have such a sweet
spirit and have brought us tremendous joy from the start. We are so
lucky to have an extra month with you in our arms, and we are loving
every minute we have with you. We love you beyond words, and can't wait
to see the girl you are going to become!
