Monday, July 30, 2007
We all loved having Babulya i Dedulya visiting. Jason and I got hand-on lessons in baby care and got to take naps and relax for the first time since our bundle of joy was born. Sammy got cuddled and cooed and bathed and kissed and photographed non-stop. Her tushy rash got better because Babulya knew just what to do. I got way more sleep than usual because Babulya gave Sammy the middle-of-the-night bottle. Up until now, we didn't have a single picture of our whole little family because either I got to hold Sammy and Jason got to take a picture, or he got to hold Sammy and I got to take a picture. Babulya and Dedulya fixed all that. Here we are -- all 3 of us :)
We even got to go to our first restaurant. This sunday we got together with Gaia and Jerome and all 7 of us headed out to Blue Room for brunch. Sammy was simply amazing and didn't cry even once. She did have a 50 minute feeding right before we headed out, which probably helped, but still -- this kid was just perfect the whole time the Grandparents were here. Our waiter was Ron. We used to work together at Casablanca and when we started talking, it turned out that he just got married on 07/07/07 -- the same day when Sammy was born. There is something magical about that date. When Ron found out that this is Sammy's first trip to a real restaurant and that she was born on the same day as his anniversary, he brought us all little blueberry banana shakes -- complements of the house.
The last 4 days were so wonderful that we were getting really sad about Grandparents leaving. But luckily (or unluckily) their trip got extended because all flights from Boston to Baltimore were grounded this sunday night due to thunderstorms. The bad news was that my poor Mom couldn't be back in time to open her daycare today. The good news was that we got to see my parents for one more day. And I know they'll be back soon. Let's face it -- grandchildren are addictive!
More pictures from this week
Monday, July 23, 2007
This weekend was very eventful. On saturday we went on 3 outings! We started our day with a walk around Fresh Pond. Jason jogged around the pond, and then joined us for another 1-2 mile walk. I was excited to find a newly paved bike trail that's nice and smooth, but Samantha didn't like it -- she is a bumpy girl. So we first walked on an old woodsy trail that provided plenty of rocking to put her to sleep and then switched to the smooth trail where I could push the stroller without much difficulty.
The second outing was to Waltham. We stopped by Domenic's for lunch and had our usual -- panino tonno and panino melanzane (tuna and eggplant sandwiches). I think they are the best kept outdoor dining secret in Boston and on saturday it was nice and quiet without all the office crowds. That was Samantha's first lunch out. I can't wait for the day when she can taste those sandwiches! Since we were already in Waltham, we decided to stop by the farmer's market to pick up some veggies to bring to Katya and Tolya's BBQ. This was our first get together since their twin boys, Dima and Sasha, and our little girl Samantha were born. When I told my Mom about the plans for the BBQ, she laughed. "I can totally see how this is gonna go -- you and Katya will nurse and change diapers the whole time and Dima and Jason will grill and eat." To tell you the truth that's what I expected too, but it actually went much better than we could even imagine. When we arrived, Tolya was feeding the boys from the bottle and Samantha was sleeping, so Katya and I got to grill. Then all the adults got to eat in surprising peace. Samantha woke up just as I was finishing up and joined the eating crowd. It felt good to be with people as I was nursing her. I know that most Moms love this private time between them and their babies, but 8 hours of private time every day is a bit much for me. I am slowly learning how to breastfeed her in public so that we don't have to sit at home all the time. Jason did the honor of changing diapers, which he is becoming a real expert at.
As you can imagine the conversation revolved around babies. It was great to swap tips with parents who are going through the same stage as we are. Katya showed me how to swaddle Samantha correctly, which has been helping a great deal.
It was hard to believe, but we were actually less tired after 3 outings than after staying home all day.
Sunday morning was much harder. We had lots of home errands and Samantha was getting restless. We were also attempting to cut her fingernails for the first time with no success. We bought baby nail clippers, but neither one of us was used to using clippers because we use scissors on our own nails and she was squirming like crazy. We finally gave up and decided to wait until she falls asleep. The problem was that she can't fall asleep until we swaddle her, which makes finger nail trimming a bit difficult. That's when Zia Gaia came to the rescue. We went out for coffee, which put Samantha nicely to sleep in her stroller. When we got back, I left her in her car seat (which unclips from the stroller), and cut her finger nails with my regular manicure scissors. Then Gaia showed me how to file them to make them smooth (as you can see I am somewhat manicurely challenged). Samantha slept through the whole thing! Thus passed our first girls day out -- with coffee and manicure :)
Wednesday, July 18, 2007
Tuesday, July 17, 2007
On friday, I called the nurses' station of Mount Auburn hospital in tears. My breasts hurt so badly, it felt as if needles were being stuck into them each time I sat down to breast feed. Up to this point we got more advice about breast feeding than we knew what to do with. Every nurse and lactation consultant in the hospital seemed to have an opinion on pretty much everything (from latch, to positions, to frequency of feedings), and no one agreed on anything. Wake her up every two hours. No, let her sleep. Feed until she lets go off the breast herself. No wonder your breasts hurt, you shouldn't feed for more than 20 minutes. You might feel some pain during latch on. You shouldn't feel any pain at all. Let your nipples air dry. Cover them immediately and put on a bra.
Thank goodness that in the middle of all this pain and confusion, one midwife, Sharon, gave me the best advice I've gotten on breast feeding so far. "Only listen to one person." She recommended I go see a lactation consultant for a real consultation rather than 5 minute ones I've been getting in the hospital. "Beth at Isis Maternity is very good," added Sharon. We called Isis and luckily got an appointment for the same day.
After taking a look at my cracked and bitten breasts, Beth put a finger in Sammy's month and got her to suck. "Aha!" she said. "She pulls her tongue back and this makes her bite you. Don't worry -- we'll retrain her," she said. I was wondering how one can train a 1 week old. "Before each feeding, let her suck on your finger for a minute and press her little tongue down. Then let her take the breast, but if she is still biting, stop and relatch her. You have what she wants. Trust me, she'll learn very fast." We practiced with Beth for 30 minutes or so, and I got more comfortable with latching Sammy on correctly. The hard part was getting it right every time.
When we got home, Jason was my coach. He sat next to me for at least 5 feedings constantly bugging me: "Does it hurt?" If I was quiet, her knew it did. "Unlatch her. Do it again." I felt so terrible constantly taking the breast away from my poor little baby. "But she doesn't know she is hurting me. I feel like I am torturing her," I said. "Helen," said my wise husband, "It's just like when she'll go on her first date and forget to call. You'll be worried sick, even though she didn't mean to hurt you. It's not her fault, but we have to teach her how to do it right." Have I told you yet that I married the most amazing man? Well, I did. He made Sammy suck on his finger and keep her tongue down. He held her little hands so that I could see what I was doing during latch on. And he asked me a million times, "How does it feel?" It only took 1 days for me to look back at him with tears of joy rather than pain and confidently say, "It feels good!"
I now look forward to feeding my little hungry hippo. She looks like a Pooh Bear with plump rosy cheeks, and every time her mouth starts making little smacking sounds, I know it's time for a little something.
Wednesday, July 11, 2007
Friday, July 6th
- 2:00am - Helen begins having small contractions, doesn't get much sleep.
- 8:30am - Jason asks Helen if she had a good night's sleep. "No!" is the reply. Jason thinks Helen might have started labor and decides to stay home. Helen says that they are probably just pre-labor contractions and nothing to worry about.
- 12:00pm - Jason has been timing the contractions off-and-on. They come roughly every 20 minutes and last about 30 seconds, but are very irregular. Jason is convinced that Helen has gone into labor. Helen still won't accept the fact. She feels that as soon as she says that she's in labor, the contractions will stop! :-)
- 12:30pm - Helen makes a spectacular lunch of broiled red snapper.
- 5:00pm - Contractions are coming much closer together (about 6 minutes apart) and are much more regular. The mid-wives recommended coming to the hospital when contractions are regularly less than 5 mintues apart. Jason predicts that we'll be in the hospital by 9pm. Helen guesses midnight.
- 6:30pm - Helen wouldn't think of not making dinner. She makes a yummy pasta with veggies (from our farm share) and a cream sauce. Jason has learned to be the breathing coach: "In... 2... 3... 4... 5... Out... 2... 3... 4... 5... In..." The contractions are easier when Helen is standing, so she sits for 4 minutes then stands in preparation for the contraction. Jason is meticulously timing everything.
- 8:00pm - Jason starts packing the car thinking it won't be long now...
- 10:00pm - Helen and Jason take a hot shower together. Helen says the contractions are easier to deal with when warm water is pouring down her body :-)
Saturday, July 7th
- 2:00am - Helen is still having contractions, Jason is still coaching. They are coming regularly ~5 minutes apart, 30-45 seconds each. We talk to the mid-wife on-call and tell her that we don't want to come to the hospital earlier than we need to. She says to try to get some sleep and to wait. Come in when the contractions are regularly 3-4 minutes apart. Suggests that Helen take some Benadryl or a glass of red wine to help her sleep.
- 2:30am - Helen instructs Jason to go to bed to get some sleep. Helen props herself up on the couch (the bed would be too horizontal). The contractions are painful, but not nearly as bad as they will be later today.
- 7:00am - Jason awakes after having gotten a solid 4.5 hours of sleep. Helen didn't get any. It's starting to look like this will be worse than a CMU all-nighter. We take another hot shower together.
- 8:00am - Contractions are close together now, 3.5-4.5 minutes apart and 60-90 seconds long. Helen is really groaning. We both agree that it's about time to go to the hospital. Jason does the final packing of the car, making sure to return in time to help Helen through the next contraction. Our entire life is scheduled around Helen's contractions at this point. We eat breakfast in three-minute intervals, make calls in three-minute intervals, pack in three-minute intervals.
- 8:30am - Immediately after a contraction finishes, Jason helps Helen down the stairs. Yes! We made it down before the next contraction. Okay, pause for a contraction. Grrrrrrrrrrooooooan! Quick, into the car. Reverse, onto the road, Drive, off we go. Traffic light. Grrrr. Contraction. Hold Helen's hand tightly. Breathe, breathe, breathe. Green light. Go!
- 9:00am - The hospital, yes! Grab a ticket. Wait for contraction. Done. Drop off Helen. Quick, park. Grab our luggage. Run inside. Help Helen register. Okay, registration done. Upstairs we go to the 5th floor.
- 9:15am - We've been shown into the initial exam room, not very nice, just like a small regular hospital room. The nurse takes Helen's and Samantha's vital signs. Everything looks okay. She tells us to wait here for a midwife.
- 9:30am - Finally the midwife comes. More vital signs. She also checks dilation. Oooooowwwww! That must have really hurt. We're at 5cm. One cm an hour plus two hours pushing---we should have a baby sometime this afternoon. Rrrring! Cell phone. Hello? It's Shergul. The site isn't working. I'm in the hospital, can't deal with it at the moment. Call Phil or Eric. I'll try to check on things later. A nurse scolds Jason for using a cell phone in the birthing area: "No cell phones here!"
- 9:45am - Okay, initial exam done! We move to the delivery room. Oooohhh, much nicer! What a view. No wonder people have said that the delivery rooms are like nice hotel rooms. What do we need to do? Get the music set up. Helen later says that Bach makes contractions way easier to deal with---the beat helps her count. Contraction. Reset the timer. Breathe...
- 10:00am - They need to give Helen penicillin because she tested positive for a bacteria that could infect the baby. So, they need to hook her up to an IV. Janet the nurse checks Helen's right arm for good veins. Too small. Hmm... let's check the left arm. Still very small, but oh, here's one that might just work. Let's try it. Helen does NOT look happy. Ouch. It didn't work. Janet says she'll find someone else to do the IV.
- 10:15am - Try #2: Marcia the midwife arrives and agrees that Helen's veins are small. Suggests that they bring in the "IV team", but then decides to give it a try herself. This one is successful. Penicillin is flowing. Helen is in pain. The penicillin burns. We call someone to turn down the rate of flow. Okay, that is bearable. Back to contractions and breathing.
- 11:00am - Got wireless working. Check the site. Seems to be working fine. Phew! One less thing to worry about.
- 12:30pm - Janet recommends that we order lunch. Anything on the menu. You mean it's free? Yup.
- 1:15pm - Lunch comes. Hmm... not exactly the highest quality food. Do they understand that food needs salt to taste good? Apparently not. Of course, the pre-packaged dressing for the salad has enough salt to counterbalance the lack of it in the salad. No such luck with the overcooked swordfish! Not a speck of salt and it shows.
- 1:30pm - Time for another cervix exam. Eight centimeters. Progress! A bit slow, but we're getting there.
- 2:00pm - Marcia suggests that Helen take a warm shower. Oooohhh! that feels good, but contractions are getting harder and harder to deal with. I stand just out of the shower, helping Helen to prepare for and deal with the contractions. After about 20 minutes, it's getting awfully humid in the bathroom and Helen is due for another dose of penicillin.
- 2:30pm - Contractions are regular and long, 3:30 apart and about 90 seconds each. Breathe in... 2... 3... 4... Out... 2... 3... 4...
- 4:00pm - Another cervix exam. Still at 8cm. Not good. Marcia recommends that we break Helen's water. Says that that often helps get to full dilation. Pain! A gush of liquid and blood. Helen's water is broken.
- 5:00pm - Yet another cervix check. Yes! We're at 10cm. Time to start pushing to see if we can get this baby out! Janet recommends that we order dinner---the cafeteria closes to orders at 6pm. Hard to think about food at a time like this, but we make some kind of order.
- 5:30pm - Helen is pushing lying down and the contractions aren't coming fast enough. Marcia and Janet decide to give Helen a low dosage of a hormone that should help get the contractions closer together.
- 6:00pm - Contractions still aren't close enough. They gradually increase the hormone dosage. Helen is extremely, extremely, extremely tired at this point and complains of not being able to push. All three of us are trying to coach her on how to push: deep breath, hold it in, don't make sounds by letting air out, push at your abdomen, not at your feet.
- 6:30pm - Progress is slow. Marcia suggests another position: sitting on a stool. A few minutes in, Helen is asking about progress. Marcia grabs a flashlight and we look in. It's a head! We can see a sliver of Samantha's head!
- 7:00pm - Helen is complaining about being tired. Her wrists and legs are aching from the pushing. And, there's not much to encourage her with. We can see a larger sliver of the head when she pushes, but when the pushing stops, the head moves back. It's about time for Marcia's shift to be over.
- 7:10pm - Tamara takes over for Marcia. The contractions still aren't coming frequently enough even though Helen is getting lots of the contraction hormone and it's starting to look like this might take all night.
- 7:20pm - Still not much progress. And, it looks like the IV has come unseated---a bubble is starting to form on Helen's arm. Oh no! Samantha must be procrastinating!!! The clock is ticking. If the baby doesn't come soon, Helen will need another IV for another dose of penicillin. And, now that the IV is out, the contraction medicine isn't flowing. What if her contractions are just too far apart to give birth? Tamara says that since the pushing has taken over two hours, they need to bring a doctor in to check on the progress. Ack! It's going so poorly that they have to get a doctor involved?!?!
- 7:25pm - Tamara thinks that the baby is having trouble coming down from the sitting position that Helen is in, so she recommends that she switch to lying down. Helen doesn't like the lying down position, but considering that her wrists and legs are completely worn out, she agrees.
- 7:30pm - Helen tries to get used to a new style of pushing, bending her legs and spreading them wide while lying down. She is supposed to hold just behind her knees to help push. Janet holds Helen's right leg. Tamara holds her left. Jason is feeling faint. His face turns white.
- 7:33pm - After sitting down for a few minutes, Jason is able to get back up again and color has returned to his face. Maybe he'll make it through this after all.
- 7:40pm - Tamara walks out of the room to find the doctor on call. Helen begins a contraction. Wait! Tamara! Who's going to hold Helen's left leg! Too late, she's already gone. Jason isn't feeling completely well, but somebody has to hold her leg, so he does it.
- 7:45pm - Push! Push! Push! Push! Helen is getting the hang of pushing in this new position. We're starting to see more of Samantha's head and she's not going back after each contraction. But, the time between contractions is looooooong. Tamara notes that we're far enough along that the worst case scenario is that we use a vacuum device to pull out Samantha. This freaks Helen out!
- 7:47pm - The doctor arrives right in the middle of a contraction. Samantha is crowning. He takes one look at the situation and says that in three contractions, the baby will be delivered. Hallelujah! But, is he right? Is he saying that just to get our hopes up?
- 7:57pm - Two more contractions down and, yes, it does look like we're getting very close. Tamara has laid out protective sheets to catch all the blood that is about to come out. She's also wearing lab glasses and a lab suit.
- 7:58pm - Ack! The baby's heart rate is dropping. The monitor has been registering 120-160 beats/second the entire labor and now it has dropped to 80. Is this normal? What's going to happen. Janet the nurse looks over, sees the monitor and doesn't flinch. I guess she'd have said something if it was a serious condition. Think about Helen and getting her ready for the next contraction.
- 8:00pm - Phew! The heart rate has been gradually coming back to normal. Tamara remarks that sometimes contractions can be spread out at this point as the body needs the time to build strength for the next push. Maybe it knew that Samantha needed a moment to bring her heart rate back to normal.
- 8:05pm - We're still waiting for another contraction. Will it ever come? It seems like forever. Oh! There it is! Push, Helen, push! Whoa! A squirt of liquid comes shooting at Jason, but not close enough to hit. Oh my God, the head is out! Samantha's head is out. Oh, no, the umbilical cord is wrapped around her neck. But, not too tightly. Tamara asks Helen for one last push to get the rest of the baby out. "Would you like to hold the baby when she comes out?" "Yes."
- 8:07pm - She's out! Samantha is born! And she looks good. Tamara clips the umbilical cord and hands Samantha to Helen. 8:07. We missed 7:07 for a truly numerologically significant birth. Oh, but it's 7:07 in Chicago, notes Janet. Crazy.
- 8:10pm - Tamara asks Jason to cut the umbilical cord. Jason still can't believe that he made it through all of this. He's never seen this amount of real, live blood before in his life...
- 8:15pm - A few more pushes and the placenta is out. Gross and amazing at the same time.
- 8:20pm - Time to give Samantha her first check-up. She weighs in at exactly 3 kilograms, or 6 pounds, 9.8 ounces.
- 8:30pm - Back to mommy. Helen asks if she can breastfeed. "Of course!" says Tamara. Jason sends out the first announcement e-mail.
- 9:00pm - It dawns on Jason that Helen hasn't eaten for well over 12 hours. Open up the food trays, prepare them for eating. Eat, eat, eat! Helen needs to regain all the strength she lost over this 42 hour ordeal.
- 9:20pm - Helen's parents call on the land line. Could Helen be any happier? Her first born on her lap, her mother on the phone.
- 10:00pm - Time to move to postpartum/recovery. Janet puts Samantha in a portable crib and we roll over to the nursery.
- 10:10pm - We leave Samantha in the nursery and go back to delivery to help Helen into a wheel chair. She's in no shape to walk at this point. Getting out of bed isn't easy. Lots of blood comes out of her when she tries to stand up. Helen is worried about getting everything messy.
- 10:30pm - We make it to our recovery room. It's okay to use cell phones again! Jason and Helen make lots of calls to make sure everyone knows about the news.
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