I'm a little behind in writing this entry, but for those of you that know me- I'm late for EVERYTHING- so blogging is no different!
Harleigh was a different story. She was so excited to meet the world she came 3 weeks early! On February 3, 2010 Zak and I attended my 35 week appointment. At this appointment, the doctors noticed that my blood pressure was progressively getting higher. They wanted to keep an eye on it, so the next week, February 10, I went in again and my blood pressure started at 155/90 and by the end of the appointment it would lower to 141/110. My midwife had me monitor my blood presure for the next 3 days and call with a report on Sat. So on 2/11/10 it was 153/96, 132/93; on 2/12/10 it was 153/100, 149/93; on 2/13/10 it was 141/100, 144/96. (If this is how high it was before she came, I can't imagine what it will be when she's a teenager! :)). On 2/13/10 we went to the hospital and had to do more blood work (I was having it done every week at this point). On 2/15 my amniotic fluids were down to 3.2cm (the lowest they want to see it is 6-10cm). At this point, they said to have my bag packed because they were going to send me to the hospital if my fluid levels didn't rise. I was also put on bedrest. As if my blood pressure wasn't high enough at this point, it for sure was shooting through the roof when they said that I would probably have to have a c-section the next day. On 2/16, two more doctors came in to look at my ultrasound and my fluid levels were up to 8cm!! No baby yet! On 2/22, my blood pressure rises and I have to do a stress test and blood work for the baby. 2/25 another ultrasound after rising blood pressure (165/110), because the princess was breach, we knew I was going to have a cesarean section. At 4pm on 2/25 the doctor called to let me know my life was going to change forever. We had a scheduled c-section for the next morning, 2/26, at 9:30am. Scariest and most exciting news of my life!!!
On 2/26 6am- Zak and I wake up shower and pack last minute items. Head to the hospital at 6:45am. Check in around 7:45am, fill out paperwork, IV put in, meet the anesthesiologist, review the procedure. At 9:25am I walk to the operating room (Zak not allowed in at this time). Prep for the spinal.
As I was sitting on the operating table getting the spinal, I felt like the medicine was only going to one side of my body, I told the anesthesiologist this, and she gave me more medicine. I guess after sitting for a few seconds my body began to go numb from below my chest down to my toes. When they laid me on my back to prep for the surgery, I felt like my legs were still bent. I asked the nurses to straighten my legs and they looked at my legs and back at me and said "Heidi, they are straight". I corrected them and told them "no, they are bent", the nurse could tell I was adamant about my legs being bent. She sat me up and sure enough they were as straight as could be. Now that we had that worked out, they could put the blue sheet up and Zak was brought in.
Zak sat to the left of my head and did an amazing job in keeping me calm, relax, and my mind at ease. As the surgery began, the anesthesiologist would report back on how things were going on the other side of the sheet. She told me I had "such amazing muscle tone" (which was my biggest concern- as I'm laying there being cut open, looking at the white ceiling, bright lights, could here 10-12 people talking in the room- great, thanks!) :)
People said that I would be able to tell when they found the baby; however, I had no idea when they found her. I could only hear her when they pulled her out (making an entrance- butt first, folded like a pita). They lifted her over the blue sheet so Zak and I could see. It was such an unbelievable experience, at this point I still don't think it hit that she was ours. Zak looked at me and said "we can name her Kennedy if you want" (that was one of my top choices). As they brought her over to the nurse station to clean her, I asked the nurses when we would be able to get a paternity test. There was a pause, and then Zak and I started to laugh to ease the tension, they all caught on.
They finally gave her to Zak and he brought her over to me and we had a our first (of many) family pictures.
When in the recovery room waiting for me to regain feeling in my legs, we still didn't decide on a name. I said she looks like a Harleigh (Zak chose the unique and feminine spelling), and Elizabeth as the middle name.
And that's it! I could have gone into more detail and shared more, but I'll save those for additional posts.
Harleigh was a different story. She was so excited to meet the world she came 3 weeks early! On February 3, 2010 Zak and I attended my 35 week appointment. At this appointment, the doctors noticed that my blood pressure was progressively getting higher. They wanted to keep an eye on it, so the next week, February 10, I went in again and my blood pressure started at 155/90 and by the end of the appointment it would lower to 141/110. My midwife had me monitor my blood presure for the next 3 days and call with a report on Sat. So on 2/11/10 it was 153/96, 132/93; on 2/12/10 it was 153/100, 149/93; on 2/13/10 it was 141/100, 144/96. (If this is how high it was before she came, I can't imagine what it will be when she's a teenager! :)). On 2/13/10 we went to the hospital and had to do more blood work (I was having it done every week at this point). On 2/15 my amniotic fluids were down to 3.2cm (the lowest they want to see it is 6-10cm). At this point, they said to have my bag packed because they were going to send me to the hospital if my fluid levels didn't rise. I was also put on bedrest. As if my blood pressure wasn't high enough at this point, it for sure was shooting through the roof when they said that I would probably have to have a c-section the next day. On 2/16, two more doctors came in to look at my ultrasound and my fluid levels were up to 8cm!! No baby yet! On 2/22, my blood pressure rises and I have to do a stress test and blood work for the baby. 2/25 another ultrasound after rising blood pressure (165/110), because the princess was breach, we knew I was going to have a cesarean section. At 4pm on 2/25 the doctor called to let me know my life was going to change forever. We had a scheduled c-section for the next morning, 2/26, at 9:30am. Scariest and most exciting news of my life!!!
On 2/26 6am- Zak and I wake up shower and pack last minute items. Head to the hospital at 6:45am. Check in around 7:45am, fill out paperwork, IV put in, meet the anesthesiologist, review the procedure. At 9:25am I walk to the operating room (Zak not allowed in at this time). Prep for the spinal.
As I was sitting on the operating table getting the spinal, I felt like the medicine was only going to one side of my body, I told the anesthesiologist this, and she gave me more medicine. I guess after sitting for a few seconds my body began to go numb from below my chest down to my toes. When they laid me on my back to prep for the surgery, I felt like my legs were still bent. I asked the nurses to straighten my legs and they looked at my legs and back at me and said "Heidi, they are straight". I corrected them and told them "no, they are bent", the nurse could tell I was adamant about my legs being bent. She sat me up and sure enough they were as straight as could be. Now that we had that worked out, they could put the blue sheet up and Zak was brought in.
Zak sat to the left of my head and did an amazing job in keeping me calm, relax, and my mind at ease. As the surgery began, the anesthesiologist would report back on how things were going on the other side of the sheet. She told me I had "such amazing muscle tone" (which was my biggest concern- as I'm laying there being cut open, looking at the white ceiling, bright lights, could here 10-12 people talking in the room- great, thanks!) :)
People said that I would be able to tell when they found the baby; however, I had no idea when they found her. I could only hear her when they pulled her out (making an entrance- butt first, folded like a pita). They lifted her over the blue sheet so Zak and I could see. It was such an unbelievable experience, at this point I still don't think it hit that she was ours. Zak looked at me and said "we can name her Kennedy if you want" (that was one of my top choices). As they brought her over to the nurse station to clean her, I asked the nurses when we would be able to get a paternity test. There was a pause, and then Zak and I started to laugh to ease the tension, they all caught on.
They finally gave her to Zak and he brought her over to me and we had a our first (of many) family pictures.
When in the recovery room waiting for me to regain feeling in my legs, we still didn't decide on a name. I said she looks like a Harleigh (Zak chose the unique and feminine spelling), and Elizabeth as the middle name.
And that's it! I could have gone into more detail and shared more, but I'll save those for additional posts.
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