Oh hi! Heads up, this may be an extra long blog post…lots to share. Grab some coffee, take a seat, and join me in re-living the events that led up to lil Hdubs arrival.
Last weekend I felt so great. Got a prenatal massage on Saturday, cleaned the house, worked out…the whole shebang. Sunday morning I went to the Apple Orchard with my dad and we had a blast. It’s our annual tradition to go to the Maple Leaf Orchard then stop at Cady Cheese Factory in Wisconsin.
I was so pumped because I didn’t think I’d get to the orchard this year on account of the human cooking in my belly. So my dad and I took a convertable ride to the orchard, ate 2 apple donuts (the best MF donuts I’ve ever had), and picked a bushel of apples.
After the apple picking, we headed to the cheese factory and snagged some 5 yr aged chedda, cheese curds, and chive onion colby (hello grilled cheese). A lovely fall day if you ask me.
After getting back to my house I felt so great and full of apples and did a nice little workout, walked the dog, and hung out with Sam and Ruth.
Fast forward to 8:30 PM as we we’re literally hopping into bed and turning off the light…a warm sensation oozed from down there. I instantly thought HOLY SHIT my water broke…but then I wasn’t so sure because it didn’t seem like that much…but then it kept gushing out as I stood in the bath tub. After getting some amazing advice from some girlfriends I called the on-call physician. He said my membrane had ruptured and it was time to pack up and head to the hospital…what!? I wasn’t due for another week. I was so convinced he’d be late.
It was now about 9PM Sunday night. Sam grabbed our stuff, packed us into the car and drove the 15 ish minutes to the Hospital. I still felt just fine…no contractions…I just kept saying “I’m leaking!”
The check-in at the Hospital was so smooth. Everyone was so nice and helpful. I felt so great I was laughing and having a good ole time. A nice nurse named Cindy led us to our room where I proceeded to put my hospital gown on backwards. Sam told me it was backwards and I assured him it wasn’t. The nurse came in and goes “Oh dear, your gown is backwards.” Off to a great start Hale.
Anyway, I was still feeling fine…fast forward to Monday morning. Contractions had finally started but were like 6-7 minutes apart. I tried my breathing techniues but still felt alright for the most part. I like the hospital because it was pretty much all you can eat/drink for your stay. I enjoyed many glasses of chocolate milk, apple juice, iced tea, and water.
So, lets fast forward a little more…I don’t remember the times but probs late morning contractions started picking up. I told everyone I wanted to do this naturally because I wanted to feel the pain. Let me tell you…the pain was worse than I expected. I thought it would be just a tiny cramp feeling. Heck no. It was literally unbearable. The nurse kept urging us to walk around to get the labor started. But nothing was happening and the contractions were all over the place…enter Petocin. They gave me a dose of that an like instantly everything worsened. THE PAIN. It was awful. Everythime a contraction came I wanted to collapse. Sam was amazing the whole time and I could cry thinking about how supportive he was.
Anyway, about an hour after the Petocin, I couldn’t handle the pain. I caved and asked for the drugs. Best choice ever. I got a dose of Fentanal (no clue how to spell it), and that brought a bit of relief. I felt so weird…like I was floating and had a vision of neon puppies on a door mat. Yeah, weird. I told Sam and he laughed at me.
Next came the Epidural. Let me tell you, I am so thankful for whoever created the Epidural. About 10 minutes after they shot my back, I could not feel a damn thing. I had to ask the nurse if I was having contractions because I didn’t feel an ounce of pain.
Things stayed pretty chill for a while and I even got a rest. Then the nurse came in around 4 pm to check my cervix…we weren’t expecting much but she goes…”well, are you ready to have a baby?” Yes Amber, we are. Sam was shocked but glad he didn’t have time to prepare for the labor.
26 minutes of pushing and out popped little Harry. I cried. I couldn’t believe he was here. They laid him on my chest and I just couldn’t have felt happier. Side note, pushing was not terrible except for the whole holding my breath for 10 seconds part…that was so hard!
Harrison Charles Wakefield joined us at 5:04 pm September 24th, 2018. He was a whopping 8 pounds, 1 ounce and 21 inches long. Can’t imagine giving birth a week later…he probs would have been like 9 pounds!
The fam got to leave the hospital Wednesday afternoon to a parade. It was the cutest thing ever. Let me tell you, the staff at St. John’s was great and I will def deliver there again if the chance arises 🙂
Life with a baby is nothing like I expected. Breast feeding has been a challenge but each time gets a little better. Our goal is to fatten him up as he started losing weight pretty fast. He loves to sleep, eat, and hang out in his Mama Roo. It’s been a big adjustment for Ruthie but she’s doing great and is the best protector of Harry.
I am feeling pretty good (I did have to get stitched up a bit but it feels better every day. I’ve taken lots of salt baths and am trying to take it easy. PS post-partum leggins and undies are the best thing I ever purchased, witch hazel pads really cool the bottom, and giant pads are not glamorous. But, you kind of don’t care after pushing a human out.
Ruth, Harry, and I took a nice walk this afternoon and it was such a relief knowing she walks nicely next to the stroller. I also walk at the pace of a snail right now but whatever. It’s nice just to get some fresh air.
I know it’s a huge adjustment bringing a baby into this world but I am so excited for all the new experiences and memories we are going to make as a family.
Thanks for your support through this whole process. I’ll try to keep updates as we go along but life might get a little busier.
Hope you are having the best fall ever…I could really go for a PSL or glass of wine 😉
-Haley, Harry, and Ruthie