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Thursday, April 8, 2010

The Birth Story of Molly Lynn Elizabeth

Molly's due date was June 28th, one day after Anthony's birthday. The closer we got to the end of June with Molly still in my belly, the more nervous I got that she would make her appearance on Anthony's special day. I didn't want my kiddos to share a birthday. So you could imagine how stoked I was when the 27th came and went and then....

Sunday, June 28th, exactly 40 weeks gestation


8:00 AM:
I wake up feeling exhausted, but otherwise fine. I was at 40 weeks, as pregnant as can be and I had just been running around the previous day like a mad women during Anthony's birthday party. Being exhausted sure didn't surprise me. All I wanted to do was lounge around on the couch and relax.


9:00 AM:
I head for the bathroom and experience a very, very faint "pop" sensation. I pondered the possibility of it maybe being my water breaking? With Anthony, the doctor broke my water after I had gotten my epidural, so I didn't get to feel what it was like. But I knew it could be anything from a gush to a trickle. I call the Labor and Delivery ward over in The Dalles, OR where I am to deliver. I'm told I could have just peed myself. It happens all the time with pregnant gals and I shouldn't be embarrassed. I tell the nurse I'm certain that I did not pee myself, but she's the one who knows her stuff so thanks for the info. I hang up still confused, but I smile at the thought of it possibly having something to do with my water, regardless what the nurse said. I share the news with Sammy and my mom. My mom and sister came up for an extended visit for Anthony's b-day and also in the hopes of me having the baby during her stay. I resumed lounging around on the couch.


11:00 AM:
I finally decide I needed to go lay down and possibly take a nap. My warm, comfy, cozy bed was calling my name and seemed more attractive than the chair I was in. Why the change? Either the chair suddenly became ridiculously uncomfortable to sit in or the slightly increased pressure on my pelvis was making it difficult to continue lounging where I was.


1:00 PM:
I wake up to some contractions. Nothing terrible. Nothing regular. Just annoying and uncomfortable. As I sat up in bed I had a thought.....this is probably nothing. Just like the many times over the past month, they're just mild contractions that will eventually dissipate and leave me disappointed. BUT I'm 40 weeks pregnant. I've already called L&D once. I do have mild contractions. Even if this turns out to be nothing but false labor, there is a good chance that if I play my cards right I could go in and maybe, just maybe, they'd let me be induced. Brilliant. I call L&D and tell the lady I've begun to experience some contractions. This, along with the incident earlier, was enough to warrant me coming in and being checked out. Shortly before waking up from my nap my mother had hit the road back home to her place, having to be to work the next morning. As I rushed around making sure I had my bags together, Sam called her to ask how far away she was and see if she was going to be able to call work and get the time off so she could go to the hospital with us.


1:30 PM:
Sam and I hopped in the car and start the hour long drive to the hospital. My sister stayed behind to watch Anthony. I continued to have contractions that remained fairy mild and where irregular in timing. I was still worried that they were going to trail off and not return.


2:30 PM - 3:30 PM :
Exactly an hours drive and we reached the hospital. I was surprised that in such a short time my contractions had picked up in intensity and were coming every 5-6 minutes. We were greeted by the nurse I had talked to on the phone and taken to a room. I changed into a gown and was told I would be checked for dilation and checked to see what was up with my "popping" sensation episode that morning. I was at 4 centimeters. Sweet!!! And turns out I had a "high, slow" leak of amniotic fluid. So I did feel a small pop and I did have some amniotic fluid come out. The baby had dropped further down into my pelvis and the pressure had stopped the leaking of fluid. Or so that's how I remember it all being explained to me. We were being admitted and I would have my baby that night. I was as happy as a clam and beyond the moon with excitement! I was glad I had made the decision to call L&D when I did seeing as it was an hour drive there and I wasn't disappointed by contractions going away like I thought would be the case. No need to beg to be induced, I was in labor! And I managed to not become ill with nausea and vomiting like I had with Anthony. Was this my lucky day or what?


3:30 PM - 5:00 PM:
We did the routine of paper work and getting all set up with the fetal monitor so we could check on the baby and watch my contractions. For the second time in my life I was giddy and dying of anticipation as I listened to my little one's heartbeat fill the room. I tried to settled myself in bed as best I could as my contractions came without fail and my pain level steadily rose. I didn't need to walk. I didn't want to bounce on a ball. This baby did not need any help making her way down.


At 4:10, right as the nurse was coming in to check to see where I was at dilation wise, my water broke. It was an amazing feeling. It was considerably stronger than the little "pop" I had felt that morning. I'm glad I got to feel what it was like with this labor. I laughed and told the nurse, my mom, and Sammy that my water had just broke and we watched as it filled the bed and dripped over the side. Gross to some, awesome to me. Almost immediately my contractions became more painful....like 10 fold. I was taken aback because now they seemed more painful than I had remembered them ever being with Anthony. But time fuzzes your memory, so I could be mistaken. I was finally checked and was at an 8. Things were moving so much faster this time around!! I remember curling my toes in pain as each wave of contractions hit. Sammy told me he would take away my pain if he could. How sweet. I asked if I could get my epidural then before I felt it was too late to get one. Just my luck, the anesthesiologist that was on call was out on a leisurely bike ride and he would be here in 30 minutes. 3o minutes? Are you joking!? This must be a cruel joke. I felt like In the 2 minutes it took to be checked and ask for an epidural I had gone from 8 to 10 and would be ready any time now!


I don't recall how I even lived through that 30 minutes. My brain must have blanked all that out. 4:45 rolls around and in walks the anesthesiologist. I shook his hand and tried to smile as I grit my teeth in pain. Secretly I wanted to kick him in the balls for taking so long to get there. 30 minutes was 30 minutes to long. I was told to make my way to the edge of the bed, an almost impossible task when I felt like the baby was right there, ready to come out. Thankfully, the guy made quick work and I was able to lay back down. He told me that with each contraction, the pain should be less. I pressed my eyes closed as tight as I could and tried to concentrate on ignoring the pain. I opened my eyes back up just in time to see the anesthesiologist gone and the nurses were heading out the door to do God knows what. Panic hit me. I yelled at them to get back. The baby was coming. I think my exact words were, "Wait! Wait! WAIT!!! Ohhh, the baby is coming!!!" One of the nurses runs to get the doctor, the other to take a looksie at me. "Yup," she says, "The baby is right there. Turn onto your side and pant to keep from pushing until the doctor gets here." This was absolute torture. In my head I cursed the anesthesiologist for not getting here sooner. Now the epidural had no time to kick in. I cursed the doctor for not being between my legs at that very second so I could push. A woman in labor is something to be feared.


5:00 PM:
After only a few minutes that to me felt like an eternity, the doctor was there and ready. It was time to push. The relief I felt once I was able to push was beyond words. Just like with Anthony, my mom was ready with the camera. Sammy was at my side smiling from ear to ear. The nurse was counting out loud for me. 4 pushes and 11 minutes later....


5:11 PM:
It's a girl! Welcome to the world, Molly Lynn Elizabeth! My sweet little gal was placed upon my chest and I can only hope that amongst her squirming and crying, she was able to hear my pounding heart so full of love for her. I was now the Mama to two beautiful children I loved more than anything else upon this Earth.


Molly Lynn Elizabeth Hauck
Middle name after her Mama
Born Sunday, June 28th 2009
At 5:11 PM
Weighing 7 pounds 7.7 ounces
At 19 inches long
Duration of labor from 1st contraction to birth: approximately 4 hours 15 min.

I had a fantastically fast labor and delivery. I still can't get over how swiftly things went. At first I honestly didn't even think I was in true labor! And when I realized I was, I was expecting to be in labor for hours and hours like I was with Anthony. Not so! Molly new exactly how she wanted to come. Right on time on her due date and without all the fuss! My body knew what to do and I just let it happen. I was very thankful I didn't feel deathly ill with vomiting this time around. And even though the epidural didn't have time to kick in, I wouldn't have changed a thing. Besides, it makes for a funny story. :) I have been blessed with two safe and satisfying deliveries that gave me two happy and healthy babies.

With love,

Mama Hauck


June 28, 2009
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4:55 PM, gripping the sidebar trying my best to fight the urge to push. Good thing Sam was behind me...if he were in front I might have punched him in the face just because. ;)

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Welcome to the World, Molly Lynn Elizabeth! 5:17 PM, 8 minutes old after being all cleaned up and placed back on mama's chest.

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That wasn't all that bad, Molly! Was it? :)

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A tired, haggard looking Mama

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Papa giving Molly her first "bath"

June 29, 2009
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Bright eyed and bushy tailed. Molly not quiet 1 full day old.

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Anthony meeting Molly. Our very first family of 4 photo.

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Happy tears...I know how much I have been blessed.

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Big brother and little sister. Melts my heart.

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Grandma

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Aunt Sarah

April 3, 2010
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Miss Molly Tamale now a days. 9 months old. Before I know it she'll be on the phone with the boys. :)

4 comments:

  1. I lied... These last 2 blogs... Your best ones yet!!!

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  2. THANKS! That means a lot to me! I'm so glad you enjoyed reading them! They are happy memories that will remain with me forever (after my mind blocks out the memory of the pain, haha) :)

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  3. This made me tear up. I wish I had been there!
    4 Pushes?! Um can that be my labor too?! lol

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  4. I wish you could have been there too. How awesome would that have been?

    Nice, huh? lol

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