It’s been a long time since I blogged. You would’ve thought I would’ve had plenty of time during the two weeks I took off from work to be home with Kylie and Dominic, but nope. So I’m going to attempt to catch you up on everything that’s happened in the last, almost 4 weeks now, since Dominic was born. I will likely do that over the next few posts so none of them get too lengthy. It’s amazing how the blessings and positivity keep rolling in when you finally let go of all the negative, and all the bad stuff. Here’s to hoping I can keep that trend going!
First, the birth. There are no words to describe how proud of, and in awe I am, of Kylie. She is a warrior!!! She went into labor on Tues night, July 9th. She had experienced so much Braxton Hicks activity for so long, some of it very regular and intense, we weren’t even timing contractions anymore. But Tues night, they seemed a little closer together than usual, so we thought ok, let’s time them just to see. We tracked for an hour and a half and they were no more than 5 min apart!!! Cris was upstairs in his “mancave” with a couple of friends, so I went up and said calmly “It’s time to go” He looked at me so perplexed while one of the guys said “oh!” Cris thought I was simply telling him it was time for his friends to leave…Lol!!! He didn’t realize I was saying it was time to go to the hospital! The only person who got what I said was the only 20 something in the room that said “Oh!” He was also the only one in the room that wasn’t a father. I thought that was hilarious! Cris finally did realize what was going on and we got our stuff together and left for the hospital. Kylie’s contractions were relatively strong and close together, still 3-5 min apart.
After we got to the hospital, of course they hooked Kylie up to monitors, then checked her. She was only 2.5 – 3 cm, but they kept her to watch and see what would happen. After a few more hours she was barely over 3, so the doctor was called and she gave instructions to go ahead and keep Kylie. I knew it was going to be a long night…and it was. The next morning the doctor came in and checked Kylie about 7 or 7:30 and Kylie was still barely over 3. I was so glad when the doctor announced she was going to break Kylie’s water rather than send her home. Within an hour or so, Kylie’s contractions started intensifying and getting even closer together. I knew Kylie really wanted an epidural, but didn’t want to keep asking her if she was ready. That might break down her ability to hang in there, and if you get the epidural too soon, it can slow labor down. Kylie also knew this and wanted to go as long as she could without so she could keep labor going. Eventually, her contractions were getting strong enough that she asked for pain meds. That was funny! Kylie got so loopy on those pain meds, and was quite funny. Then the meds wore off…I couldn’t believe how well she was handling her contractions. Both with and without meds, when a contraction hit, she closed her eyes grabbed hold of whatever was close to her, chair arm, bed rail, my hands, her boyfriend’s hands and her best friend’s hands, squeezed hard and just breathed. That was it. No screaming, no moaning, no banging her hands on anything… nothing but focus.
Finally around 1 pm or so, she said, “Mom, I think I’m ready for my epidural” I told her no problem and got the nurse. When the nurse came in, she told Kylie to move from the rocking chair into the bed so she could check her. When Kylie stood up she said “I really feel like I need to push” to which the nurse responded, “that’s probably just pressure. You can’t be at the point of needing to push, you were only at 3.5 a few hours ago. But let’s see what’s going on” Kylie gets in the bed, the nurse checks her, looks at me and says “She’s at 10!” Kylie looks at me panicked and says, “No epidural?!?!?” I said, “No Honey, but you’re almost done now! You got this!!” Kylie is now saying, quite calmly I might add, “I need to push. I really need to push”. The nurse called for another nurse and told her to call the doctor, and get her here quick. Then the nurse had to hold the baby in and told Kylie to try to do “mini pushes” until the doctor arrived. I’m thinking “What the heck are “mini pushes”???” How do you “mini push” at this point??? But Kylie did. She was calm, she was in control and she was focused like I’ve never seen anyone be before in my life. The nurses were amazed and said even THEY couldn’t believe her control and focus.
The doctor arrived in maybe 15 min or so, and rushed over to Kylie as she finished getting geared up. When Kylie got the urge to push, she grabbed my hands, pulled them up in the air, pushed against them like she was pushing against a wall, and squeezed as hard as she could. The most sound she made, was this long grunting sound. Still… no screaming. She pushed for 8 min, and while I watched, at 1:27 pm, Dominic was born. The doctor pulled him out and held him up for a second before handing him to Kylie. The look on her face was priceless. Her eyes were huge and her jaw was practically on the floor. It was such a look of sheer amazement. I wish I could’ve taken a picture of it. Then they laid him on her chest. At that point I burst into tears. When they took him a few min later to clean him up, she grabbed me and hugged me saying she did it and she loved me…over and over. As the doctor was finishing up with Kylie, she looked at her and said, “Girl, you just put every woman on the planet to shame…including me” Like I said, she was a warrior and I couldn’t be prouder or more in awe!!
A few min later, I remembered that months earlier, we were considering adoption. I walked over to my husband and said “Can you imagine being right here, right now but with an adoptive family waiting to take the baby? I can’t” I know I’ve said this before, but I owe so much thanks to all of you for helping save us from that fate. It’s just a few weeks down the road, and I can already hardly imagine our lives without Dominic. Thank you all so very much…again!