First the birth story...
I hit 40 weeks on May 29th and Fiona had no signs of coming. I had Braxton Hicks, but no real contractions. Sleep was not great so I was not well rested to start with. I had my appointment at 8:30 am on Monday June 1st (4 days overdue) and my blood pressure was elevated. Fiona also had a nuchal cord, which is not a huge concern but would have been rough as reduced movement would have had to be checked out, so I would have been more stressed. My doctor wanted to induce, she said she would have wanted to induce if I were 38 weeks so being overdue, she really wanted it. But I wanted to avoid pitocin to aid in my natural delivery. She sent me for observation. My labs came back fine, but my bp was bouncing a bit, so we compromised to use cervidil. I actually started contractions before it was inserted at 2 pm. The last bit of the 2 hours of forced lying down was rough with a full bladder and contractions every 5 minutes. I was then allowed to walk and Nick and I did laps around Labor and Delivery, but after 12 hours I was still only 2 cm dilated and so pitocin was started at 2 am. I was borderline on the pitocin protocol since my contractions were coming close together, every 3 minutes and lasting long enough to not allow the required breaks. So I had to mostly stay in bed to be monitored and the pitocin turned down if needed. When my doctor came by at 7:30ish, I was 4 cm. She broke my water and they upped the pitocin. The pain became a lot more intense. My doula, Cole, came a bit later and was able to help me get through the extreme pain. Pitocin contractions are no joke, it basically makes the earlier ones like the normal later ones. And mine were close together and long lasting. The pain was radiating from my hips to my back in addition to my belly. Cole would provide counter pressure and massage which allowed me to get through them. I tried a lot of positions to labor in, but mostly I labored on a yoga ball. At about 9:30, I was exhausted and in such pain, that I was not sure I could go much longer. My OB had guessed noon and I did not have 3 more hours in me, so my doula suggested we get a check and see how far I was and then decide. If I was still below 7, I could get an IV pain killer that would wear off or if I was closer, I could rally. When the nurse came in I was 9 cm, 5 centimeters in 2 hours. I went to the bathroom and when I was washing my hands I was hit with the strong urge to push. I kind of panicked being in the bathroom and Cole helped support me as Nick ran in and she and Nick got me to the bed. I actually pushed a little in the bathroom, even though the nurse said to not push yet. She called to the nurses station and sounded a bit panicked herself as she said, "I need Dr. Taylor, now!" They kept telling me to not push and I tried but it was impossible and Cole told me if the baby came they would catch her, so push if I wanted. The nurse closed my legs at point and Cole said I shot her the funniest look and flapped them opened them again. On my third contraction after the urge to push, my doctor ran in, but her gloves were not ready. I pushed again and Fiona's head came out. The doctor had her gloves by then and unwrapped the cord. I was then told to push, and in two pushes her shoulders came out and she plopped into the word at 9:57 am. It took her a bit to cry and she had a lot of fluid that they sucked out, but she cried a hearty cry and they gave her right to me for chest to chest. The doctor waited to cut her cord until past when it stopped pulsing. The entire pushing was only about two minutes, which is a huge contrast to the exhausting 21 hour long labor. My placenta would not deattach. My doctor gave me an hour until she was going to send me to the OR, and Cole suggested a pitocin shot in my leg and accupressure. I also breastfed right away. I was finally able to push it out right at the end of my hour. I was able to breastfed and bond for at least an hour. Cole examined the placenta and said it was fragile and likely would have started having issues soon, so induction although extremely hard was definitely the right call. My body knew I needed to get her out, she was just too content.
It was definitely not the labor I had planned in my birth plan, but in the end I got a healthy, amazing baby. She was exactly 8 pounds and 21 inches long. She is my latest (Sam was one day early, Zoey 3 days late and Fiona a forced 4 days late), lightest Sam was 8 lbs 4.3 oz, Zoey was 8 lbs 6 oz), and longest labor (Sam and Zoey were both 13 hours). So much for third babies being earlier, heavier, and shorter labors. She is also our first to not have jaundice and require lights.
And now pictures....
Some right after birth. Peaceful and upset.
She showed off her good lungs during her entire bath.
Nick had to hold her after her bath while I was occupied.
Nick brought me roses. Such a sweet one.
With her cute bow hat.
I was so exhausted after the long labor, so the girls came the next day after Samantha's award ceremony. They were so excited to meet their new sister.
Me and my three girls!
And of course Nana and Papa got turns to hold her.
We left the hospital Thursday and she was down to 7 pounds 5 ounces, but on Friday (with a diaper) she was just one ounce shy of birth weight at 7 lbs 15 ounces. She is a champion feeder. She loves to cluster feed, especially at night. I am struggling with getting her to sleep in the bassinet. Sleep is a rare commodity. Nick and my Mom did cover the first night during non feed times to help me catch up after the lack of sleep at the hospital, that was amazing. And Nick tries to help now, but she often just wants to feed so much that he cannot even take her. Hopefully she will adjust soon.
We are excited that she was not born in the middle of a horrible flu season, but we are still mostly staying at home. We have taken a few stroller rides down to Nana and Papa's.
And here are a couple from today, her one week birthday. She has grayish blue eyes, so they will probably change. She also has dark hair, so maybe she will have more of Nick's features.


Her full name is Fiona Dillon. Fiona because we like it and I covered that some in a previous post. We chose middle names that are more meaningful. We knew this would be our last and I really wanted to honor my brother. We had a plan for a middle name for a boy, but not a girl. We went through a lot of options, but as his name was Reezin Napoleon Swilley, Jr.; we were somewhat limited. So we had to think outside the box. I tried Napoleon's family tree, variations on meanings, etc. Napoleon means Lion of Naples. Dillon means faithful, but it also means loyal and like a lion. And it is Irish like Fiona. So the meaning fit well to honor Chip and we liked it. We debated spelling for a bit. Nick did not really like Dylan as much, but we were not sure about Dillan/Dillon. In the end, we decided Dillon was more like lion.