Willow's Birth Story

Photo credit - Holly Stewart Photography

Willow's birth story actually started 4.5 years ago with her big brother Fisher's birth.  He survived and I survived but we both suffered from his birth and unfortunately he still deals with the injuries sustained (he was undiagnosed brow presentation - and Pitocin and vacuum which are contraindicated for brow were used. He was injured badly, spent 5 days in the NICU, and has had 5 surgeries to repair damage and will have more in the future).   I knew then and I learned more over the years that what happened not only didn't have to happen but it shouldn't have happened.   I knew with every cell in my body that a woman should never feel helpless, thrown into a "system", ignored, and lied to.   I learned about amazing, empowering midwives and OBs who worked with moms towards the end goal of healthy mom and healthy baby inside and out.   That was my goal for Willow's birth.  I wanted to trust my providers and be a person - not a number.  And definitely not end up with an injured baby.

I am a *little* of a control freak - I had carefully planned for and prepared for my pregnancy and spontaneous labor (ironic, eh?).   I prepared for it for hours on end by doing the Hypnobabies Homestudy Course.  I trained my brain to see pregnancy and childbirth as normal, healthy, and safe.  I worked through many fears and anxieties from my son's birth and two late miscarriages in a variety of ways.  I searched the area and interviewed providers, I talked to mamas about their providers and experiences with them and with their hospitals.  I decided on St Marys Birth and Midwifery Center - which has three amazing certified nurse midwives and the medical director is Dr. Brabson, whom is known around our area as the "male midwife."  When you know, you know.  In addition to acknowledging our trauma from our son's birth and handling our heartbreaking losses with care and compassion, they also are very natural birth friendly and are supportive of mom's wishes in pregnancy and labor.  They have great VBAC success rates and I have heard story after story of moms coming away from all different types of births (CS, VBAC, RCS, etc) feeling empowered through my work with ICAN of Knoxville. 

I was approaching the end of pregnancy and knew things were progressing nicely (yep, I suck at declining cervical checks!). I had a bulging bag of waters, 4 cm dilated, and was 70% effaced and was told that my water would probably break early in labor.  This was something I was worried about because it happened with my son's birth and any possible parallels between their births gave me anxiety.  I worked through those fears and was grateful for the "heads up" from my MW so I could prepare for this scenario.  I was prepared for my water to break early in labor, I would go to the hospital (GBS +), and then we would get things going there through nipple stimulation, walking, etc.  I would use my Hypnobabies tools to relax and use the birth tub when things picked up.  So I spent the last week or two of my pregnancy expecting my water to break every time I stood up.  Because I knew labor was close I gathered all the info of which midwife was on call when and when Dr. Brabson was out of town.  I hoped to not need an OB - but IF one was needed it was VERY VERY important to me to have Dr. B be there.  After Fisher's horrible experience with an oncall OB, I was terrified of having a random oncall OB.  I found out that Dr. B would be in town Friday - Wednesday (March 7-12th) and I would be 39 weeks - so I decided that I would have my baby (spontaneously of course) during that time so that he would be available if I needed him. End of story.  That was my plan. Apparently not Willow's.

On Wednesday, March 5th (38 weeks, 6 dayish) I felt different.  I was extra tired, extra grumpy, and just a little off. I started noticing very light cramping that afternoon.   It came and went, but was so light, I was sure it was nothing.  About 7 pm I started timing them to "practice using my app" and they were coming regularly 12 - 14 minutes apart.  I thought they would die out when I went to sleep that night.  Contractions continued regularly all night, but I could easily ignore them and my water hadn't broke - so OBVIOULSY it meant nothing and my body was prepping for labor which would happen between Friday and Wednesday as planned.  At 10 pm I timed more contractions and they were 9ish minutes apart and still so light.  I sent my doula, Kimberly,  a message and asked her at what point she wanted to know if there was a chance I was in labor. We talked about what was going on, I explained that I am sure it was prodromal labor but just wanted to touch base.  She told me to try to sleep and just let her know if things continue.

I went to sleep listening to a Hypnobabies track and woke up about an hour later and realized that not only were the contractions still there, they were stronger, and definitely closer together.  I timed a few and they were 5- 6ish minutes apart lasting a minute or so. I was sooooo confused.   They didn't hurt and I just didn't see how they could be real labor contractions.   But at the same time I knew that if they were real I needed to get the post partum doula, Natalie Walz, (she was lined up to provide sibling support while we were at the hospital) on her way.  However, I didn't want to be that person that thinks they are in labor, calls in the forces, goes to the hospital, to only find out they weren't in labor.  My husband, Shawn, is a teacher and has limited days off.   He is asking me what is going on and if he should call into work the next day.  I tell him it is probably nothing, but I was going to call Kimberly just in case.  Kimberly suggested I jump in the shower and let her know if things picked up.  This was about 12:30 - I sent my mom a message over facebook and told her that I was contracting and was sure things would stop tonight, but asked her to plan on coming to our house the next day (she lives 5 hours away) so she would be there the next night if things picked back up .  So I took Kimberly's advice and jumped in the shower completely and totally expecting that would stop this "pre labor" and I would go to bed.

Um...how have I been a birth nut for years now and somehow missed the memo that showering would speed up things if it was real labor?????  I got in the shower expecting it to relax me enough to stop these pesky contractions and get to sleep.  However, they picked up intensity and frequency.  I was just so confused -  what was happening???  So I decide I would get out of the shower and just go to bed. 

I got out of the shower and lay down and could not ignore the contractions anymore.  I allowed myself to think that maybe I am starting the beginning of a long labor.  I call Kimberly back at about 1:30 am and told her that my contractions were then 3-4 minutes apart and getting stronger.  I still was confused but I "guessed I should call Natalie to watch Fisher, just in case".  Kimberly said she was going to come over and would sleep on the couch if things stopped. This confused me more because it wasn't really our plan for her to come here first, I figured we would meet at the hospital.   I woke Shawn up and got him up to speed, I texted Natalie at 1:40 am and started getting things ready to go to the hospital.   Within 30 minutes things got REAL. Major contractions coming close together.  I started thinking "Holy crap, if I am going to have to deal with this for 24 hours I maybe should have went with a repeat cesarean"  At 2:15 am I sent my lovely doula two texts....verbatim "I want the motherfucking birth tub" and then right after that "fuck".  In my labor land - I did want the birth tub. But I thought it would get the point across to her that hey, I am actually in LABOR. This is not prodromal labor.

Kimberly immediately called and said we should meet at the hospital.  I tell her that Natalie should be there any minute but we couldn't leave until she got there. And then I went on about my business...of denying labor as much as possible.  The contractions were ROUGH.   I tried sitting on my birth ball, laying on my side on the couch, and sitting on the toilet. Nothing took the edge off.  I just stood and braced a wall and tried to relax and let it pass.  I tried to throw on my hypnobabies "Easy first stage" of labor tracks. HA HA HA HA. That is just hilarious (I think Hypnobabies is AWESOME and I will explain how I know it helped me -but if you are planning to use Hypnobabies as intended in labor....don't be a labor denier, ok?  I warned you).    So I dealt with contractions and between the contractions I was as calm as can be.  Walking around in lala land trying to figure out what needed to be done.  I got Fisher's clothes ready for the next day, got a few things together for the hospital, etc - all while contracting MAJORLY every 2ish minutes.  Natalie shows up and comes in. I am talking with her between contractions and she says "wow, your contractions are pretty close together aren't they?"  Natalie has had two natural births and the last one she showed up in very late labor to the birth center...so in my labor land it hit me "Hey, Natalie says they are close together, this really must be the real deal". 

Kimberly arrives within a few minutes of Natalie.  Bless Kimberly.  You know you hire doulas for different reasons - one of which I didn't realize (and maybe it isn't that common) was to help get your labor denying ass to the hospital before baby is born.  Kimberly comes in and starts directing me and Shawn to the car.  She grabs our bags, she helped me put my shoes on.  All the while I am contracting heavily and saying "It doesn't hurt at all between contractions" and I was really calm and pretty chill between contractions.  I told Kimberly that contractions were making me nauseous and how I was shaking during contractions.  Not upset by it all - just wanted to let it be known. I was kind of amazed by the whole thing.   Kimberly tells Shawn she will follow us in her car (she told me after the fact so she could call 911 should I have had the baby on the way) and we go to St Marys.  The car ride was horrible.  Transition in the car not high on my lists of things I want to repeat. I told Shawn "I want the birth tub or an epidural. I don't care"  He starts questioning me about the epidural saying that he thought I didn't want one. I of course didn't care at the moment what I had said 2 minutes ago much less before labor. 

We get to the hospital and by that point I want to sleep between contractions.  I was so tired! We go up to L&D and are taken to triage.  The triage nurse was less than impressed at my state of showing up so late in labor.  She asked me if I wanted to use the restroom before I was checked and I did. I had a big contraction in the bathroom - I think I needed that just a bit of alone time to kind of reset for the hospital.  I go get checked and was at 8 cm. I said "I need the birth tub". The nurse said there was no time for a birth tub.  I said "I need an epidural then". The nurse said "probably no time for that either". Now I did hear the probably. But what I needed to hear was "no time for that".  So I went with it.  And I thought "Oh well, I tried - Let's do this" I wasn't upset at all about it, I just needed to hear that we were that far along and knew I could do it.

Right after I was checked and told 8 cm I was getting up to move to a labor and delivery room. I stood up and had a massive contraction and said "I HAVE TO PUSH".   Oh the triage nurse...she was ALMOST rid of us. But not so fast.  She told me to sit down on the bed then (I guess she was afraid Willow was going to come tumbling out) and then said "well, push, we might as well get this over with".  Um. Ok.  Might as well get the birth of my daughter over with.  That is one way to put it.  So I kind of half ass push until my MW, Manola, shows up a few minutes later.  She was such a calm, peaceful presence in labor. She checked me and confirmed I was complete and then gently guided me through pushing.  Y'all.  Pushing hurt.  It hurt bad.  I had heard so many people say it was a relief after transition.  Not what I experienced.  But my team was awesome in encouraging me, reminding me to push past the pain, to use the contractions to help, and rest in between.   Pushing seemed to last forever but it was a really calm experience over all.  I would push and pretty much pass out between contractions to rest up for the next one. I kept up with my "I feel great between contractions" talk.  Because I did. There was no pain between contractions.  Being a VBAC I know that can be a sign of uterine problems.  So I think I was subconsciously reassuring myself.  And Hypnobabies talks a lot about how you are so calm and comfortable between contractions and feel so good.  I did feel good and I expected it.  That was really neat I think - and I think it is where Hypnobabies helped me the most during labor.  Pushing sucked. It hurt.  But I was able to quickly calm myself between contractions and rest a bit.  I don't remember really dreading the next contraction. I dreaded the pain and I got very tired but I don't remember fighting contractions and tensing up too much during the pushing part.

So I pushed and I pushed and I pushed.  For what seemed liked forever.  After the lightening fast labor I was surprised how long pushing took.  My team kept me going.  Manola would have me change positions every few contractions and I was so tired and at times I didn't want to move - but I really trusted her and pressed on.  Reminder, this is all happening in TRIAGE.  I didn't have the awesome labor beds that move in different positions for pushing - it was me and a triage bed! I would push semi reclined, I would push standing, I would push squatting, I would push on all fours - all in triage. It was a tiny space with a total of three beds but we made it work.    They were telling me I was making progress.  Ironically enough I could tell I was making progress because someone was always holding an external monitor to my stomach and they kept having to move it down.   Willow handled everything amazing.  There was not one second of fear of how she was handling contractions.  I got so tired and I did start doubting myself.  I pushed for two hours with Fisher and after about an hour of a half of pushing with Willow I started having thoughts creeping in of "my god, it is going to happen again." I am going to push for 2 hours and end up with a C-section.   But I kept on.  And my husband. My poor husband who witnessed the trauma to both me and Fisher first hand 4.5 years ago and of course experienced the trauma himself.   My husband really kept me going this time. He wanted this as much or me than I did...and he wanted it for me.  He saw how broken I was and I knew he was terrified at seeing that again.   He started getting SO excited when he could see progress and it would make me work that much harder. And be that much more determined.  So when Manola, Kimberly, and him were telling me how great I was doing and how I was moving her down - it was his voice that stood out like a beacon.   And he said several times between contractions "Erin, this is so different from last time."  "I can't believe how different this is". It was different - I KNEW it would be.  There was never a doubt in my head that however Willow was born it was going to be awesome and empowering and special.  But hearing that from him when I was so tired and getting discouraged was priceless. 

Ok, back to pushing.  Even with the amazing support I was tired.  I was getting discouraged though I just kept on. Really - what else can you do?   Then the ray of light walked in the door....Dr. Brabson.  What?? I thought he was out of town!  And here we go - confession time again.  When he walked in the door I was of course happy to see him because he is great and I trust him so much ..but my first thought was "THANK GOD HE CAN USE A VACUUM OR FORCEPS OR SOMETHING". Yeah I did. But I never said it out loud :)  He checked me and said Willow was in great position and that I was close and was going to do it.  And just like when I was "denied" the epidural - I thought "Well, hell.  I guess let's do this" It was all me.

So now Dr. B joined in on the encouragement and I pushed more, moved positions, and kept going.  Finally it was close to the end - at that point I was pushing semi reclined while holding my own legs.  It was an effective position for me.  They suggested having Shawn and the nurse help hold my legs up between contractions so we wouldn't lose any progression.  The next to last contraction before she came out - I pushed hard wanting to be done.  Things felt different that contraction and for the first and only time I felt horrible pain between contractions.  It scared me so badly I felt panic setting in.  My brain went to uterus rupture - I didn't say it out loud but I thought it.  But I reminded myself that I was safe, Willow was fine, and that if something was wrong I was in a good place.  Kimberly recognized my fear (many benefits to having a doula experienced in VBAC but this second right here it was priceless) and she calmly explained that Willow was right about to come out so it was going to feel different.  It was supposed to.  And that is what I needed to hear to center myself again and take a second to refocus and then realize that I WANTED THAT BABY OUT AND IN MY ARMS more than I had wanted anything in the world. 

The next push she was born into the world at 5:20 am.  She got a little stuck after her head came out - super calmly they reclined the back of my bed, pushed my legs up more and for the only time my team was pretty adamant about me continuing to push and push hard (at the time I thought they knew how exhausted I was and were just trying to help me be done).  And then they laid her on my stomach.  I can't even explain how much that moment means to me. It is all I ever wanted - this was the moment that I had dreamed about for years.    I have said over and over again - the most traumatic thing to me about my son's birth was the separation after he was born.  Not knowing if he was alive but knowing that wherever he was, whatever was being done to him - he NEEDED me and I wasn't there.    I was immediately handed Willow alive and healthy.  She was placed on my stomach because she was still connected to her cord and I hadn't birthed the placenta yet.    I couldn't believe it.  I took her and just talked and talked and talked. I talked to Willow and Shawn and everyone else and no one else.  I told her I couldn't believe she was here and I couldn't be we actually did it. I said over and over again "She is here and she is healthy, I can't believe it" Time truly stood still - I just don't know how else to explain it.  It was perfect and I have climbed mountains to get to that moment physically and emotionally and it was worth every step along the way. 

While Shawn and I were admiring our sweet little daughter - I birthed her placenta, had a minor tear repair (which I thought was kind of funny - Manola apologized that there was going to be a little stick from a needle.  Um...I just gave birth to a baby naturally, I am not afraid of a needle prick!), and apparently a pretty decent post partum hemorrhage.  Yet another reason I chose the right providers - I am a bleeder and I honestly expected a PP hemorrhage.  They handled it calmly and all the while I was in la la land holding my baby girl.  After they fixed me up - the MW, OB, and nurses all left.  They never took Willow away from us and then left us in the room for some private time to get to know each other.  Kimberly took pictures of us and helped me get her nursing.  And then she left too. And for the next 3 or 4 hours Shawn, Willow, and I just hung out together.  Shawn and I started texting and calling people to let them know that while they were sleeping Willow was born.  We snuggled her and talked about how amazing she was - we tried to figure out who she looked like and guessed how much she weighed compared to our son (we didn't have her weighed or measured until 4 or so hours after she was born) . And we talked about how amazing her birth was.    We were still in triage.  Finally after four hours we decided we were ready to get to a room so I could get cleaned up.   We then handed her off for the first time for weight and measurements.  She was 8 lbs 4 oz and 22 inches long and perfect from head to toe. 

As I said earlier, Willow's birth story started years ago with her big brother's story.  Her birth story will never change his.  His was not fair to him, Shawn, or me- but it is our story and I have always felt that if one family in the world "had" to go through Fisher's birth and all that has followed - I feel weirdly blessed to be chosen.  Because we have and will continue doing everything in our power to help Fisher in every way we can.  We will continue fighting for him and also to encourage and  empower women to realize they do have a choice and a voice in their pregnancy care.   Though I knew it inherently before Fisher and also before Willow was born - I have experienced it now.  We matter - mamas, daddies, and babies - we all matter and our experiences matter.  I refused to believe otherwise and I have reaped the best reward I can imagine.  I gave birth to my healthy daughter powerfully and peacefully and I walk away from it in awe of her and myself.  I can't think of a better way to begin a new life.   

Photo credit - Holly Stewart Photography

Memories flooding in...

I have dealt with all the situations, problems, scares, and fears surrounding Fisher's birth and the few months after so differntly than I have ever handled anything in my life. My normal way of dealing with things is to take them at face value, process them, reconcile them in my mind, and move on. However, I have found that I am doing the exact opposite with Fisher's birth, injuries, and surgeries. It seems that I dealt with things the best way I knew how at the time, just to get through it, but never really processed it. It also seems that as each "one year ago" event comes around I am finally dealing with them, thinking about them, processing them. And to be completely honest, it sucks. I would much rather be able to handle this as I have ever thing else in my life, but I can't. I feel the sadness, the fear, and the anxiety. I have learned from going to counseling that I haven't processed these memories, feelings, and experiences yet and I need to do that so I can move on.
The year anniversary of Fisher's first nose surgeries are no different. The last few days I have been thinking about this over and over. I can honestly say I am in awe of how Shawn and I handled things last year. We were so calm and matter of fact. We took things as they came, without really questioning or getting too mad. I know now that we were totally in survival mode. I was dealing with lots of health problems myself, was in continous pain, and was worried about my own body recovering from the birth. But that was definitely on the back burner, I was very worried about my 6 week old son. We realized that babies only breathe through their nose and they do not have the ablity to breathe through their mouths yet. Fisher's nares were very, very small from scar tissue as a result of his birth trauma. His nose flaired in and out and made a raspy sound with each breathe. It seemed to take too much effort to breathe. The Pediatric Ear, Nose, and Throat doctor was obviously concerned about this and asked us many times if we had noticed his lips or finger nails turning blue. I racked my brain, trying to think if we had ever noticed a blue tint. What if I had missed it? What if he turned blue when I thought he was sleeping? Would my son be forever damamged from a lack of oxygen? Would he stop breathing at night? My brain had continious questions going through it, but I never vocalized them. I just answered the ENTs questions as best I could.
Then the ENT asked if he seems to have trouble nursing. Does he stop latching and gasp for air? Again - I didn't think so, but this is my first child. I hadn't really paid attentiont to babies breastfeeding before. Did he do it right? Was he having trouble breathing while eating? I remember wanting to ask the ENT to watch Fisher breastfeed to make sure I wasn't missing something. It was torturous to be a new mom, definitely at the bottom of the learning curve and being asked questions that I honestly wasn't sure about. I didn't have the confidence to know that I was doing everything ok for a healthy baby - much less a baby with problems.
I was so worried I was going to miss something because of my inexperience.
The ENT decided that Fisher needed nose surgery to try to increase the size of his nares. He scheduled the surgery for a Monday, which was about a week away. However, the ENT himself called me back that night after we saw him and said that he would rather do the surgery as soon as possible. He said he couldn't live with himself if something happened to Fisher before his scheduled surgery day. So we had Fisher's surgery done the next day. It was scary to have Fisher go under anesthesia at six weeks old, but at the same time it was relieving, because I felt like once his first surgery was over I could breathe a little easier.
Fast forward to yesterday....I was in the doctor's office with Fisher for a routine childhood sickness (coughing/wheezing). We were waiting in a room to see the doctor and in and adjacent room a little boy was inconsible. I could tell by his screams and cries that he was much older than Fisher. It shook me to the core. It was like I was sent back one year ago when I was in the waiting room waiting on word from the doctor that Fisher's nose surgery was over. Before I saw the doctor, a nurse came running up to me and said "Are you Fisher's mother? Follow me, he needs you" On the way to the recovery room she explained to me that he was inconsible and there was nothing anyone could do calm him down. She said he needed his mama. I could hear him from a long way off crying in a way that I have never heard, it was absolutely frantic. I was nervous because I didn't know what he would look like after surgery. On the walk to him I was almost in tears myself, but as soon as I got to him, Mama Mode kicked in. I took him in my arms and held him, talked to him, loved him, and I did not shed one tear. He needed me right then, he needed me to be strong, he needed me to comfort him first, and not worry about my own fears and feelings. And I did, I held him, I nursed him, I loved him, I tried to warm him up, and he slowly starting calming down. He then went to the Pediatric ICU for the night to make sure he was stable after surgery. From that first surgery for the next 6 weeks he had 3 additional surgeries, many doctor's visits, and the whole time I was afraid to sleep. I was afraid his nasal stents would get clogged while I was sleeping and I wouldn't hear him. But we trudged on. Most people never knew how worried I was. They never knew that I would lay awake exhausted but listening to Fisher sleep because if they asked me how I was doing I would say we were doing good. I would say how awesome Fisher is, and how he takes everything like a champ. Becuase he was and he did.
But now, one year later I am in a doctor's office for something so minor and all the memories came flooding in. It is my opinion that we did what we needed to do to get through the tough time. But I guess we still have to come to terms with everything personally, and in our own way. Writing definitely seems to be helping me process everything, come to terms with what happened, how I felt then, how I feel now, and how I hope I feel in the future.

Home!

I am home from my work trip! I ended up being gone only 10 days as things went ahead of schedule. Overall things went great and were much easier than I expected on all fronts. On the home front - Shawn did AWESOME and did not even call me or complain one time that he was tired, needed a break, etc. I am sure he couldn't say the same thing about me if the roles were reversed for 10 days. Fisher did great too. Shawn said they really had a great time and I think it was good for all three of us.
On the work front - things went awesome too! This was a unique situation - I am the Kentucky Rabies Wildlife Biologist and the Tennessee Rabies Biologist recently took another job so I have stepped in and been heading up the TN rabies duties for the last few months. The vaccine bait distribution that I was gone for was in TN, so I was stepping in and heading up something with people that aren't used to working with me. However the guys down there were awesome and treated me great and things went very smooth. We got all the rabies vaccines out (we were driving around distributing rabies vaccines coated in a fishmeal block that is attractive to raccoons) in all of the TN cities that are too populated to fly and drop vaccines on. More info found if you are interested.
http://www.aphis.usda.gov/ws/rabies/vaccine.html

So I am home and I swear Fisher grew! And he walks backwards as well as forward now. That is something he figured out in the past 10 days. He was definitely excited to see me and has been my shadow since I got home. He is also officially weaned. Which wasn't too bad on either of us I don't think. He was down to nursing once a day, so I didn't get engorged while I was gone (thank goodness) and he seemed to do fine in the transition as well.

So we all three made it. And I think it was good for all of us. I think it was good for Fisher and Shawn to be on there own for a while - there relationship is continually developing and changing. I also think it was good for me - everytime I remind myself that I really can do this - travel, work, and be a mom - I feel so blessed and happy with my life.

The impact of September 13th 2009

One of the things in life I have always looked forward to was going into spontaneous labor. There are so few surprises in our world and not knowing when you are going into labor just seemed so cool (and it was!). I enjoyed that every time I called my family or friends right before my due date I had to answer the phone with "I am not in labor."
One year ago from today I got my moment of excitement. My due date was 5 days away and I had been walking a lot to try to get things going, naturally. It was working - I was having tons of Braxton Hicks contractions and had found out at the last several OB appointments that things were progressing. On Sunday morning, Sept 13th at about 4:45 am I woke up because my water broke. It wasn't a gush, but I had NO doubt that is what it was. It was weird to be so sure about something you have never experienced, but I was. So I got out of bed, didn't wake up Shawn, and went to the bathroom. I just took a moment for myself and had a HUGE smile on my face - this was it!!! I was soooooooo excited, I was suddenly more awake than I had ever been and kept thinking that our lives will never be the same. I walked back into the bedroom and said to Shawn "My water broke!" He wears a CPAP mask to sleep and was mumbling with the mask on. He was so out of it and so asleep and he kept talking through the mask, I finally said "you might as well take your mask off because we are having a baby!"
I remember all the details so vividly from that morning - the excitement in our voices as we showered and got ready to go to the hospital. The moments we relished before we called our family, knowing that we were the only ones that knew at that moment our son was officially on his way to make us a family of three. I remember forcing myself to eat a little breakfast on the way to the hospital because I knew they had a no eating policy (so stupid) and I also knew I needed energy. When I think back to these seemingly insignificant details I can still feel the rush of excitement and joy in all of our moves.
Though I remember the good things and the excitement, I can't help but be reminded that one year ago my precious,perfect baby boy was getting the crap beat out of him and no one knew it. With every contraction I had his face was being smashed and crushed into my pelvis. Instead of his chin being tucked against his chest and his crown presenting (coming first), his head was flexed and his forehead was coming first. And no one knew it. Malpresentations (presentations other than crown first - such as breech) occur in less than 4% of labors. And the brow presentation is the rarest of all the malpresentations. So in reality there is a 0.001 chance of having a brow presentation. As rare as it is, the consequences of brow presentation going undiagnosed can be dangerous as we soon found out. And at the same time I feel so incredibly blessed because with the way my labor was managed Fisher could have fared much, much worse.
I look at my son today who is one day shy of turning one year old and I am so impressed by him. He has taken everything in stride from even before he was born and just seems to deal with the cards he has been dealt. When the doctors and nurses told us that he wouldn't be able to eat and would most likely need a feeding tube - he proved them wrong. When the nurses explained that he probably wouldn't breastfeed after his nose surgeries - he didn't listen. When the doctors told me that he would likely be delayed on some milestones due to us having to restrict his movement the first four months - he taught us to not underestimate him.
So many factors that have been apart of this first year of Fisher's life were set for him on Sept 13th, 2009. The day before he was actually born. While Fisher will most likely have a few more surgeries in the future, I pray that his birth injuries will be completely behind him before he is old enough to really remember the surgeries. But me, I know for the rest of my life I will think back to Sept 13th 2009 and be flooded with memories - both the good and the bad. Hopefully as the years pass I can focus more and more on the good, innocent memories of walking into the hospital in labor, holding my husband's hand, feeling the cool fall air, and hearing the birds greet us, knowing that when we walked out of that hospital our lives would forever be more full and rich.

Happy World Breastfeeding Week!

In honor of World Breastfeeding Week I am going to share the letter I wrote to the two lactation consultants at the hospital Fisher was beat up, oops born at. First, I guess I should explain - my son had the crap beat out of him when he was born and was in the NICU and had lots of facial trauma and swelling. I really wanted to breastfeed and being a first time mom I was pretty naive about it I think. I told the lactation consultants that I wanted to breastfeed and they helped me. They had to really work with both me and Fisher to make it happen because of his injuries. I later found out that the lactation consultants didn't really expect me to be successful because of his injuries (they and the doctors thought he wouldn't be able to eat at all and would have to have a feeding tube) but they didn't tell me this and offered only support and encouragement. And it worked! Here is a picture of Fisher (and his Memaw) the day after he was born. Poor little beat up baby!!

And here is the letter I wrote to the lactation consultants when Fisher was 7 months old (BTW - we now think Fisher will need more surgeries in the future - but didn't when this letter was written)

Hello! I have been meaning to write you two for a long time to express my appreciation for your help with my son, Fisher. Fisher was born Sept 14^th and was the brow presentation baby that had lots of nasal scarring and swelling. While Fisher’s birth experience was far from what I had hoped – you two helped me more than you can know by helping him breastfeed and being so supportive. You and the NICU staff were great to offer support, assistance, and the opportunity to breastfeed in the NICU despite Fisher’s birth injuries. I am happy to report that Fisher is still successfully breastfeeding 7 months later! Since leaving the hospital in September, Fisher has had four nasal surgeries because of nasal stenosis. After each surgery the nurses in his recovery room would warn me that he probably wouldn’t want to nurse and I should try a bottle. However, each time Fisher wanted nothing to do with the bottle but was very comforted by nursing. I actually think that he was able to nurse so easily after each surgery because I learned how to nurse him early on while dealing with his injuries.

As I said, while Fisher’s birth wasn’t ideal – I am so thankful and happy that I was able to breastfeed. I have told Fisher’s birth story numerous times to friends, family, and strangers and each time I am reminded about how thankful I am for the help you both provided. I have sung your praises to many people and have sadly learned that most hospitals do not offer as much breastfeeding support as I was lucky to receive. So thank you for what you do - I know breastfeeding would not have been possible without the two of you and I am truly grateful. I am also happy to report that Fisher is 7 months old and we are hopeful that he will have to have no further surgeries on his nose. He is a very happy, healthy, and definitely a growing little boy!

The End of an Era?

It is apparently time. Time to wean Fisher. I am so happy that I have been able to breastfeed for so many reasons- the usual ones like it is good for both of us, saves money,etc. But more so because it was a great way for the two of us to learn about each other in bond when Fisher was in the NICU. And when he had nasal stents in his nose bottles would hit the stents, so they didn't work. Anyway - I have been very lucky to be able to nurse Fisher and work full time. I work from a home office so I didn't even have to pump that often (which I hate!).
I was planning on nursing him until he was a year and then slowly weaning him over a month or so because I have a lot of work travel scheduled for the fall. However, it looks like it is going to happen a few months earlier than I planned. I need to be on some medications for my back that are not breastfeeding friendly (muscle relaxers and my doc also doesn't recommend taking ibuprofen while nursing). I have tried to get around taking it, but my back is seriously bothering me and it is keeping me from being as active with Fisher, working out, and doing a lot of my job duties. I have to get my back better because it is really affecting my daily life. So, over the last week I have been offering Fisher a straw/sippie cup with formula or pumped milk. At first he refused to take it, but he has been warming up to it and now will drink it. The last few days he has only nursed once or twice, and not for long. So I think we are about finished and I was worried that I might be upset, sad, nostalgic, or feel like I am missing out on those last few months. But I am not, I am actually relieved - relieved that he is adapting so smooth (but I don't know why I would expect him to do anything else - he rolls with the punches on everything else), relieved that I can start taking medicines that will hopefully make me feel better, relieved that I can travel for work and not have to pump anymore, and relieved that I can be away from Fisher and not feel like he is missing out on nursing. I am also relieved that I am not sad or bummed about it! I am really proud of the fact that I breastfed Fisher for almost 10 months - after a traumatic labor and delivery, a c-section, the NICU, his four surgeries, and several trips away from him for work. He is a healthy, happy, growing boy and I feel like I have done my part and now it is time to end this era and take care of me.