And here is a picture from when I was in labor, before Sam went to school.
And now, Zoey's birth story. I had been getting pretty painful Braxton Hicks at night, waking me up and getting more intense as days went by. So when I had some about 5 minutes apart at 2:30 Thursday morning, I was not sure. I got up and tried drinking water and sitting in my chair and they stayed. Nick and I watched some tv. I did try to sleep again, but they were worse when I was lying down. So, I stayed up the rest of the night and they progressed to 3 minutes apart. I called the doula, Casey, at 7 and she headed over a little after. It was raining, but we decided a walk might help move things along. So Nick, Casey and I walked with umbrellas. We still got pretty wet and miserable in the 20 minute walk, so we went in. I did not want a cold for sure. But sitting stalled labor some. So we decided to head to the mall. Nick, Mom, Casey and I walked the mall for about 2 hours. The contractions got a lot more intense, to where I had to stop, but no closer. We decided to head home. I did some time on the birth ball and swaying. After a bit, they were pretty intense, so given the single umbilical artery we decided to head on to the hospital even though my water had not broken. So we left our house at about 1 pm. The lady at check in seemed to think I did not need to be there, but when they checked my cervix (while I was on the phone since they lost my pre-registration), I was 8 cm. So they said we need to get her to labor and delivery NOW. My Ob was on surgery duty that day, but he had a break and came by to see. He said if we broke my water, we would have a baby soon. So I got hooked up to monitor and he broke my water. More questions while having contractions. Nick and Casey helped by providing hip counterpressure. My doctor had to leave for a bit and when he got back I was at 9 1/2 cm, so my doctor helped me push past it. Not even sure what all the manipulations were, but in the end I pushed for only about 20 minutes and Zoey Elizabeth Kelling was born at 3:05 pm. I was pretty astonished it was only 3 given how long it felt. Definitely a very intense hour of my life. They put her in a blanket on my chest right away and did not even tell us gender. Nick and Casey were rubbing her as we let the cord pulse before cutting it. Nick finally asked and they told him he was right there, so he got to be the first to know. I also got to feed her right away and she took right to it once I was able to sit up. Feeding her has been so different from Sam who had such bad jaundice and was so lethargic. Plus I am sure experience helps.
Zoey means life in Greek and is a name we both liked. Elizabeth is a name significant to both sides of our family, my grandmother and Nick's great-grandmother and aunt, among others. I never really had a true feeling of what we were having. Single umbilical artery is slight more prevalent in girls, so statistics were slightly on that side. Sam really wanted a sister. But most everyone who gave an opinion said boy, maybe because it seems more balanced. I really did not care as long as the baby was healthy. We did not, however, finalize a boys name. We had it down to a very short list, but Zoey was the only girls name on the list. She is a truly amazing baby and such a blessing of course. She reminds me so much of Samantha when she was a newborn. I know babies all look a bit alike and I do see some differences in facial structure, but the resemblance is definitely there. She even does some of the same movements and facial expressions, definitely deja vu.
Zoey's jaundice is stabilizing, so she has to stay on the bilibed a bit longer, but it should be all done soon.
And some pictures...
