It’s a Girl!
I have so much to write about. I just have very little time to write these days. The last time I wrote, I was in the middle of contractions. Now I am the mother of a beautiful new baby daughter. Her name is Dana Fay. She was named after my great aunt. She came out weighing 8 pounds, 1 ounce and 21 inches. Glad I was eight days early!
My labor started with contractions on Saturday night and lasted for the entire weekend. They just never got really strong and never progressed to 4 or 5 minutes apart. They would be 7 minutes, then maybe 10 or 12 minutes. It was strong and annoying enough that I could not sleep. I called my doctor to discuss what was happening. I was worried that the contractions would come on stronger and quicker and I would not make it to the hospital on time to get my IV drip of antibiotics. The doctor told me to drink a glass of wine and try and get some sleep. I am sure the doctor was out having some wine and wanted to go home and have a good night’s sleep. He certainly did not want to be in the delivery room during Presidents Weekend. So I drank some good wine and tried to sleep.
Quite impossible when you get contractions — can’t get comfortable and all you can think about is your baby coming and what life is going to be like. All I kept thinking was that I needed to make it through the weekend. I had a few more errands to run and things to do. Most importantly I needed to pack my suitcase for the hospital. My parents thought I was crazy for not having been packed. Sunday, Rob took the kids to a NY Rangers hockey game and I stayed home in bed. I slept on and off for most of the day. I had no appetite, and that never happens.
The kids knew something was up, and they were a little nervous that the baby was going to come out in our apartment. I assured them that it would not happen. Rob was off from work on Presidents’ Day, so he helped me with the kids and then we went out for a nice lunch. The kids played all morning and then went to their tennis lesson in the afternoon. I knew when they left that I was not going to be at home when they returned home. I said good-bye and told them I might be going to the hospital to have the baby, but I would speak to them before bedtime.
As soon as they left, I called the doctor and told him that I thought it was time for me to go to the hospital. He said to go and that he would call ahead and let them know that I was coming. I fixed my hair and put some more makeup on and then we grabbed my suitcase, magazines and pillow and off we went. I had to fix myself up for all the photos that we would be soon taking. The hospital staff was so friendly when I checked in that I thought I was checking into a Four Seasons. I was hooked up to monitors and checked by a staff doctor. I was 3 centimeters dilated and 50 percent effaced. My doctor admitted me and then I was put in a labor and delivery room. I was immediately hooked up to an IV with a drip of antibiotics. I needed to have at least three doses of this drip for about four and a half hours. I then wanted to know when I could get an epidural. No sense in having any pain. Lucky me, I was able to get the epidural immediately. It was not as painful as I had thought it would be.
A few deep breaths and it was over. I was feeling pretty good and very excited to see my new baby. I called my parents and then listened to some music and watched Rob pace up and down the room. I spoke to the kids before bed and told them everything that was happening. They were excited but sad that I was not home with them. I even had to sing them songs before bed, which is something that we do every night. I was just not prepared to sing in front of all the doctors and nurses. After that Rob felt he needed more space to pace and decided to go out for dinner by himself. I just hung out in the room watching the time tick and the IV drip. A bit later on I was given pitocin, which made me dilate pretty quickly. They doctor broke my water and unfortunately there was meconium in the amniotic fluid so we had to have a pediatrician at delivery time.
At 11:30 I was ready to push this baby out. I felt such pressure and excitement. I had to wait ten minutes for the last of the antibiotics. I also got juiced up on some more epidural. I did not want to feel any pain or contractions and I felt like it was wearing off. Well, I had a little too much because I could not even move my legs. I had jelly legs. When it was time to push on the first contraction I could not raise my legs. The second contraction I pushed and by the third contraction at 11:42, I had a beautiful baby girl!
I was so excited. I was truly hoping for a girl and my wish came true. She came out looking a little blue, which was scary. They were suctioning her and finally she let out a bit cry. She was perfect with ten little toes, fingers, a full head of hair and a beautiful face. As most people have said, she looks like a C-section baby since she had no conehead or marks. Rob was in awe and could not get over how little she looked, and thought she looked like Bradley. After the Apgar test and getting her measurements, she was handed to me. It was the most amazing feeling holding my new daughter Dana. It was just as wonderful an experience as giving birth to Marlee and Bradley. I felt so much love for her and feel that my family is complete. I look at her and feel so lucky and blessed to have Dana. I was completely exhausted after the whole delivery. I was able to nurse Dana for a bit and then they took her away to clean and warm her up. I was wheeled up to a new room to sleep. Rob was able to get me a private room on Fifth Avenue with a fabulous view of Central Park. I am sure I won’t have room with a view this nice again. Rob went home to get some sleep. I knew he would not want to sleep in a chair. It was hard to relax and close my eyes. I couldn’t wait for Marlee and Bradley to meet Dana. I could not wait for my parents to fly in from Florida the next day. Finally, I went to sleep and I was the happiest and most excited girl in the world.