4/11/12
Well, sorry to all who have been following along with this and then I didn't get a chance to post my 38 week post. Baby Giovanni arrived into our lives a little earlier than expected.
On Saturday, March 3rd, Artie and I were having a great relaxing day. I got some things done around the house, but was pretty tired and didn't feel like doing much. I didn't have any urge to leave the house, even though I should have about 3 times because I needed to get a few things. Instead I took an amazing nap on the couch with the sun streaming in on my face. It was actually such a nice nap in the sun that I wore my sunglasses like I was sunbathing. :-)
Artie went for a nice 20 mile bike ride and when he came home I was going to go to the grocery store, since I'd been putting it off all day. Instead of going I decided to start dinner since it was getting close to that time. We were going to have meatloaf and I wanted to at least get the ingredients mixed together for Artie so that he didn't have to mix the onions. He even said a few times, "don't worry about it, I got this, you can go". But I was stubborn.
Around 5:40 pm I put all the ingredients in the bowl and was just about to begin to mix it, when I raced to the bathroom. I actually thought I'd peed myself. Artie asked what was wrong and I told him that I just had a gush of fluid, so I think I might have wet myself. He looked at me all funny, and said, "hunny, your water just broke". I told him there was no way because I wasn't having any of the other feelings of labor... no contractions, I hadn't had a "burst of energy", I thought I'd just not been able to control my bladder.
Artie asked me, "does it look like pee?" I told him no. Then he said, "does it smell like pee?" I told him no. Then he said to me again, "hunny, your water just broke." I still didn't believe him, but figured that I'd listen to my husband and call the doctor.
We called the doctor and they asked me a bunch of questions and then told me to head into the hospital and get checked out. They were going to alert them that I was on the way.
Well, I still didn't believe it, so I just kinda dilly dallied around here. I picked up a little, put some last minute things in a bag, ate an apple. Really walked around the house all calm and collected, just checking stuff out.
Artie was getting the car packed, the car seat put into the car, all that other fun stuff; a little more rushed and gung ho than I was. I truly believed that I'd be coming home in another few hours, and was a little annoyed with myself that I was now going to ruin a perfectly good evening that we were going to have together of watching a movie and having dinner with a trip to the hospital that I believed would turn out to be nothing more than me feeling like an idiot because I'd wet my pants and couldn't control my bladder.
When we arrived at the hospital we met up with Scott and Meggan to drop off Sydney with them. We were planning on meeting up with them the next day, so it would haven't have been any inconvenience if we did have to go home that night. We stood in the parking lot and were laughing and talking (yeah, I still didn't believe that my water had broken and Meggan was trying to convince me that it had too). Since we were just hanging out in the parking lot, it still didn't help to convince me that I was in the first stages of labor.
When we went inside they checked me out and did a test to see if my water had actually broken. Of course, it had... although I still was a little unsure, but Artie kept asking me, "now do you believe it?" Around that time is when I began having some contractions. That's when I began to believe it.
When we got into the room, we were actually put into one of the only rooms that didn't have a bathtub. I asked the nurse if I could move to a room that had a bathtub and she asked me point blank if in the back of my mind I wanted an epidural because then it wouldn't be worth it to move me. It would be really expensive. I told her the goal was to get through the entire thing all naturally. She moved us, but that was also certainly helpful in keeping me from asking for an epidural. I didn't want to say that I couldn't do it!
Once the contractions began, they were coming about every 2-3 minutes and steadily throughout the whole night. Artie and I used several of the techniques that we had learned in our "coping with labor" class... the comb in the palm, the exercise ball, the squeezing of the hands, the walking around, the tub... all very effective. Finally, around 6am I felt the need to begin pushing. I had to get back into the bed (I was in the tub), and for a little over 2 hours I pushed until our baby arrived.
Our doctor was, Dr. Kim, and he was amazing. At one point I was struggling and didn't feel like I was getting anywhere, so he had me feel the baby's head and that gave me the motivation I needed to get him out. Dr. Kim's shift actually ended while I was in the final stages of delivery and he stayed on to deliver our son. He even had a church service that he was supposed to be attending with his family, yet he didn't want another doctor to come in and deliver after he'd been with us throughout the entire night. He wanted to see it through. The nursing staff had a shift change toward the end of the delivery as well, and several of the nurses stayed in the room to help cheer me on. At one point I think I had 5 nurses in the room and the doctor all cheering me on and saying how great I was doing. I think part of it was that I was the only one on the floor at that time doing it all naturally, so they wanted to help me out. I can't say enough good things about the hospital that we delivered at, Exempla Good Samaratin's Hospital, and the entire staff there.
At 8:11 am our sweet baby boy was born. Artie announced that he was a boy, but I didn't even hear him because I was so focused on watching our son come into this world. Plus I saw his man parts right away when he was pulled out. At Good Sam's they put the baby skin to skin immediately after they're born. So Giovanni got to lay on my chest for about 25 minutes while they did all their procedures on him. Artie got to cut the umbilical cord and he really was there to help assist in the delivery. He says it was an amazing experience for him.
It was the most emotional, miraculous, amazing, painful thing I've ever gone through. I cried hysterically, Artie cried (which I love because he isn't a cryer, or one that usually lets it out at least). It was so overwhelming to go through the labor, then hear our baby's first cry, and see him for the first time.
The funny thing about Giovanni's name is that when Artie first told me the name I vetoed it right away. Artie kept on pushing the name and I kept on saying no. I even was so convinced that I didn't like it, I told people the name to get their opinion on it. We got several mixed reviews. Toward the end of the pregnancy the name was actually growing on me. I didn't want to let Artie know that he'd been right and the name was beginning to make me smile when I heard it, but it was becoming a name I like more and more. I loved the nickname Gio and I really began thinking that if it was a boy, that was going to be the name. My mom even called him Gio a few times before he was born when she was referring to our baby.
The first second that I saw Giovanni I knew that that was his name. There was no other name for him. He came out with a full head of dark dark hair on his head (no wonder I had so much heartburn), hair on his back, arms, and legs. He truly has Italian blood in him! Right away I told Artie that I wanted to name him Giovanni and then Artie began fluctuating because he knew that at first I hadn't liked it. When Scott and Meggan came to visit us in the hospital later that day we sang "Happy Birthday" to baby Giovanni, and that helped to settle it... his name was Giovanni Arthur Manfredi!
In total labor from the beginning of when my water broke to when Gio was born, was a little over 15 hours. I didn't realize how long it actually was until it was all over. During the process I wasn't thinking about the end, I was only thinking about the next contraction and getting over the next one. That's the only way I think that a person can truly get through labor without wanting an epidural. Taking it one step at a time instead of the whole shebang all at once.
I was able to accomplish my goal of having no pain medication at all. The delivery was completely natural. That had been my goal! There were so many things that got me through the labor, but one other reason that got me through it all was that Artie didn't think I could do it. Before it all began he'd said that he didn't think I could handle the pain because I jump for much smaller painful things. I wanted to prove to him that I was stronger than he though I was. I think I showed him a thing or two! :-)
Another side note about the hospital that we delivered at: They give you a large meal to take home. We got a huge pan of lasagna, a full loaf of garlic bread, a large salad, cookies, and a six pack of soda. They also do home visits after delivery. Artie and I have had a nurse stop by the house every day that we've been home with Gio except for this weekend to check in on how he is doing and how I am doing. They normally only need to come by once, but he had a little bit of jaundice and they wanted to keep checking on him to make sure he was okay. They are coming by again tomorrow, hopefully for the last visit that he will need. I think it's awesome that they do this. It certainly has made me feel more comfortable as well.
It's been a week today since Giovanni was born and he is more precious than anything. He sleeps a lot! (I guess he's got some of Mommy's genes in him.) I even have to wake him to feed him most of the time. His feeding was a little difficult at first, but it's gotten much better and hopefully it will continue to get even better from here on out. He makes the most adorably cute faces. He hates being naked. He doesn't like the bath. He loves to be swaddled and cuddled. He has big bluish/grey eyes. He's got my nose and eye shape and Artie's chin and shape of the mouth. He smiles nice and big and is such a blessing in our lives.
I love my little guy!!!