scotlyn. everly. cummings
8.7 lbs 19 inches
Scotlyn is only 6 days old but I really wanted to write her birth story while its very fresh in my head still. This might be a little long but I thought I would share this special time. We haven't had a chance to get a family picture or newborn photos yet but I will no doubt share those when we get some. Thanks to everyone for their kind words and prayers for us this past week. We love healthy visitors too :)!
My doctors appointment on 4/8 I was 38.6 weeks very pregnant. That last week had really done a number on my physically I was exhausted and so uncomfortable with Braxton hicks every single night and peeing every 20 minutes. Mentally I was going through torture thinking she would go past her due date and that I was having all these contractions for nothing.
At my appointment I decided I didn't want to get checked or have my membranes swept because I was going to ask to be induced the next day. I was confident. I had been getting checked since 34 weeks and was a 3-4 80% effaced every single time. The doctor acted like he wouldn't see me the next week after stripping my membranes. Well there I was in that office again!
The doctor and nurse came in and he instantly says "Aubrey, you can't have your baby this week" he was going out of town for a conference. I lol'd and said youre kidding guys! Well they were not and after they made it clear I burst into tears that it had to be that week because my mom was off work and Grant is leaving at the end of the month and I hate being pregnant and wah wah. Well we set up an induction with one of his partners for the next morning. He stripped my membranes just incase and I left the office bummed instead of excited because I felt like I was letting MY doctor down by not waiting for him to get back. The office lady asked if I was excited on the way out and I almost started crying again! Hormones.
I got home and started having those stupid contractions that come with the sweep. They were painful and I wish I didn't have him do it cause I just knew it was pointless since I was giving birth in the AM no matter what.
The hospital called to let me know I was on a list and to keep my phone on me incase they call anytime between 6am-9am to come in. That night I had contractions and couldn't really sleep because I was so uncomfortable. Well 9 am rolled around and I still hadn't heard from them. I'm pissed. I call and they say they had a busy night and to call back at 12. At this point I swear this baby is never coming out and I am fuming. I start a bath and get in when I hear my phone ringing on the bed! It was the hospital telling me to coming in 30 minutes! YES! I was then scrambling to get ready cause wanted to look fab since I didn't have a chance with Wes haha! My mom came over to take care of Wes and Grant and I were on the way!
I was still having contractions from the night before but I was used to feeling them for 12 hours.
We got all checked in and I got my gown and just laid right on the bed. I was not nervous. I was just ready to see how it all went down. The nurse checked me and said "whoa she's really low, and she is really tiny" I was somewhat surprised cause it felt like my abs were completely torn and stretched from her growing. I really didn't want to feel anymore pain so I asked for my epidural as soon as the pitocin came because I love epidurals and if I don't have to endure anymore contractions why would I?! The on call dr came and broke my water and I kept telling grant I thought I was peeing everywhere I was pretty embarrassed. Well it only took me about 2 hours to reach being "complete" meaning (ready to push) I was so proud of myself and excited to get her here. Now this was not part of the plan but Grant got to be by my side holding my left leg. He was so amazing through the whole thing I'm really happy that it ended up that way. I only had to push for about 10-15 minutes and I felt her come out! The first thing I hear is "she's huge" what?!? They put her up for only a second and I saw yes she was large but something was wrong and they took her right off my chest without a word and in come 12 frantic nurses. I could not hold still from shaking and crying. I just kept looking back and Grant and the baby and I realized something was really wrong.
All I could think was how could this happen to MY baby. I had a baby a month early and he was fine! After what felt like an eternity a nurse came to tell me she was having trouble breathing and had to go to level 2 for treatment. Grant was able to go with her. And I was alone. Getting all fixed up with no clue what to tell my family when this was a time I thought we'd be taking pictures and cuddling her. And my legs were heavy as tree trunks and I wasn't going anywhere.
Grant came back with an update that she was making progress and was on the oxygen and would have to stay 48 hours in the level 2 nursery. Aka she would never get to come to my room and no visitors. No first family picture in the hospital. But it sounded like she was doing well and I was hopeful they said after I got all cleaned up and my epi wore off I could go see her. The nurse helped me get to the bathroom but I was feeling sick and then light headed and I called out "babe I'm getting dizzy" they rushed in to get me and I barely made it to the edge of the bed before I went down. I was in tears and wouldn't let grant let go of my hand. I was thinking, Another set back!
I got into the wheelchair eventually and was on the way to see her! She had 80 wires attached to her and oxygen tubes in her nose and a tube in her mouth And she looked so sad. I could only set my hand on her or hold her toes. They had some goals for her to reach and then she could come off oxygen and move to where she would stay. She is such a strong baby and passed all her tests I finally got to go in and see her around 8 pm. It was the happiest moment of my life. I knew she would be fine and even though she never got to come to my room I loved the rest of my hospital stay, I just waddled down the hall anytime I wanted to see her or feed her. Wes never got to see her in the hospital cause of the nursery rules. He is warming up to her more and more everyday. He helps when I ask bring her binky and likes to put the attachment in her bouncer if she's in there. He has a fake bottle he tries to put on her face from time to time.
I'm so grateful she home and healthy. She is such a lovely pleasant baby and I am having so much fun with her. Grant says I stare and hold her all day. Um duh! I love my Scotlyn Everly. This last month has been by far the most challenging of my life. This baby is the pot of gold at the end of a rainbow after a long storm.