Another video of baby Colter. His exciting play time!
Friday, February 20, 2009
Wednesday, February 4, 2009
Colter's Story
After what seemed like forever, he is finally here! Our baby that we had prayed for is now a part of our life.
Kory and I were married in 2005 and both wanted to have kids - me 1-2 in a few years, him 2-3 right away. We started trying right after getting married, as infertility was happening on my side of the family. And being in our late 20s, we wanted to use our youth to our advantage. After a year of not getting pregnant, we started the journey of infertility treatments. To be exact, seven inseminations (one that led to a pregnancy that ended in miscarriage after eight weeks) and one IVF cycle that led to being pregnant with Colter. After going through all of those shots, hormones, and emotions, we were so excited to have reached our goal.
Pregnancy for the most part was great for me. Just a little nausea early on and heartburn at the end. Other than that I had a great appetite, was kept warm all winter with my personal heater and felt awesome.
My due date was January 30, 2009. And much to my surprise, he came a little early. I had been telling myself he wouldn't be making his debut until at least my due date. I didn't think I was feeling anything. A few days before his arrival (January 22), I had mild pain followed by gas, so that's all I thought it was. And my doctor's office, who is the only office not to check, had not checked for dilation or effacement, ever.
So on Wednesday, January 21, I went about my daily routine, went to work - out to lunch for Mexican with coworkers - almost had to pick up Kory when his truck wouldn't start - talked on the phone for an hour with my mom before going to bed. I had just gone to bed that night and started to feel a trickle. Got up, went potty and was trickling some more. Could this be it? I so kindly interrupted Kory from the last 15-minutes of the season premier of his favorite show, Lost, to come help with this dilemma. I said no this couldn't be it, it was only a small amount, not a gush like you see on TV. I had remembered earlier that day asking my friend at work if she knew how much came out when your water broke (coincidence?). Kory read from one of the pregnancy books and decided we should call the doctor, just to check. They told us to go to the hospital to get looked at. It could be my water had broke or it could be my bladder was leaking from the strain of the baby. So at about 10pm we drove the 10-minutes to Skyridge Medical Center, not sure what to expect next. I think Kory was ready, but I was in denial about it being real. Until we parked and I started feeling cramps, spaced evenly apart.
We got checked into the hospital, wrist band and all. The nurse in triage asked how much I was dilated at my last doctors appointment. She couldn't believe it when I said my office doesn't do that. She checked for herself and I was 1 cm dilated and 100% effaced. Yikes! We were going to be having the baby!
They put us in a delivery room - suite is more like it. You labor and deliver there. I decided we should try and sleep, as I knew I would have some sort of challenge ahead of me. That didn't last long as the contractions were getting more painful. After about 3 hours, the nurse came in and talked me into an epidural. I knew I wanted one eventually, just didn't know it would be this soon. By that point I was 3 cm dilated.
The anesthesiologist was going to be busy with a c-section, so they wanted to get my epidural out of the way. Not sure if it was the lack of sleep, denial about being where I was or the unknown, but I did not like this person. As we got started, I had a major panic attack. Not a good thing to have as someone is going to put something in your spine. It took him a few tries to get it right as I was not wanting (able) to be any bit calm. Half way through, I hear a thud. My husband, who was sitting to the front of me (not able to see what they were doing), had fainted. We think the mark on the back of his neck was from the nurse trying to grab him as he fell forward hitting the bed. Of course, she denied knowing how he had got it. The epidural was finally put in and my pain was going away.
I tried to sleep, but my mind was racing. I think Kory got about 3 hours of sleep. About 6am, Kory called a few family members to tell them what was going on. We had remembered how some did not want a middle of the night call saying I was in labor. The only person who lives close to us is Aunt Marcia. She decided to come to the hospital. Previously, I wasn't sure if I would want anyone besides Kory with me. I'm glad she came and stayed during the hard part. She was a great support during the pushing. Which funny as it may sound, I had forgot about by then. I was so exhausted and out of it, I didn't know or care how the baby was getting out of me. Also, in our childbirth prep class, they really didn't go over the whole pushing part. The teacher just said the nurses would tell you what to do and how to breath. Pushing was hard because I was so tired and I couldn't feel the area that I needed to push, that was weird. The whole thing was a blur, but I do remember craving real strawberries - odd. Three hours later, our baby was here.
We welcomed Colter at 12:20pm. He was 6 lb, 6 oz and 19-3/4'' - tiny little baby. And a healthy one, too! We couldn't have asked for more.
Kory and I were married in 2005 and both wanted to have kids - me 1-2 in a few years, him 2-3 right away. We started trying right after getting married, as infertility was happening on my side of the family. And being in our late 20s, we wanted to use our youth to our advantage. After a year of not getting pregnant, we started the journey of infertility treatments. To be exact, seven inseminations (one that led to a pregnancy that ended in miscarriage after eight weeks) and one IVF cycle that led to being pregnant with Colter. After going through all of those shots, hormones, and emotions, we were so excited to have reached our goal.
Pregnancy for the most part was great for me. Just a little nausea early on and heartburn at the end. Other than that I had a great appetite, was kept warm all winter with my personal heater and felt awesome.
My due date was January 30, 2009. And much to my surprise, he came a little early. I had been telling myself he wouldn't be making his debut until at least my due date. I didn't think I was feeling anything. A few days before his arrival (January 22), I had mild pain followed by gas, so that's all I thought it was. And my doctor's office, who is the only office not to check, had not checked for dilation or effacement, ever.
So on Wednesday, January 21, I went about my daily routine, went to work - out to lunch for Mexican with coworkers - almost had to pick up Kory when his truck wouldn't start - talked on the phone for an hour with my mom before going to bed. I had just gone to bed that night and started to feel a trickle. Got up, went potty and was trickling some more. Could this be it? I so kindly interrupted Kory from the last 15-minutes of the season premier of his favorite show, Lost, to come help with this dilemma. I said no this couldn't be it, it was only a small amount, not a gush like you see on TV. I had remembered earlier that day asking my friend at work if she knew how much came out when your water broke (coincidence?). Kory read from one of the pregnancy books and decided we should call the doctor, just to check. They told us to go to the hospital to get looked at. It could be my water had broke or it could be my bladder was leaking from the strain of the baby. So at about 10pm we drove the 10-minutes to Skyridge Medical Center, not sure what to expect next. I think Kory was ready, but I was in denial about it being real. Until we parked and I started feeling cramps, spaced evenly apart.
We got checked into the hospital, wrist band and all. The nurse in triage asked how much I was dilated at my last doctors appointment. She couldn't believe it when I said my office doesn't do that. She checked for herself and I was 1 cm dilated and 100% effaced. Yikes! We were going to be having the baby!
They put us in a delivery room - suite is more like it. You labor and deliver there. I decided we should try and sleep, as I knew I would have some sort of challenge ahead of me. That didn't last long as the contractions were getting more painful. After about 3 hours, the nurse came in and talked me into an epidural. I knew I wanted one eventually, just didn't know it would be this soon. By that point I was 3 cm dilated.
The anesthesiologist was going to be busy with a c-section, so they wanted to get my epidural out of the way. Not sure if it was the lack of sleep, denial about being where I was or the unknown, but I did not like this person. As we got started, I had a major panic attack. Not a good thing to have as someone is going to put something in your spine. It took him a few tries to get it right as I was not wanting (able) to be any bit calm. Half way through, I hear a thud. My husband, who was sitting to the front of me (not able to see what they were doing), had fainted. We think the mark on the back of his neck was from the nurse trying to grab him as he fell forward hitting the bed. Of course, she denied knowing how he had got it. The epidural was finally put in and my pain was going away.
I tried to sleep, but my mind was racing. I think Kory got about 3 hours of sleep. About 6am, Kory called a few family members to tell them what was going on. We had remembered how some did not want a middle of the night call saying I was in labor. The only person who lives close to us is Aunt Marcia. She decided to come to the hospital. Previously, I wasn't sure if I would want anyone besides Kory with me. I'm glad she came and stayed during the hard part. She was a great support during the pushing. Which funny as it may sound, I had forgot about by then. I was so exhausted and out of it, I didn't know or care how the baby was getting out of me. Also, in our childbirth prep class, they really didn't go over the whole pushing part. The teacher just said the nurses would tell you what to do and how to breath. Pushing was hard because I was so tired and I couldn't feel the area that I needed to push, that was weird. The whole thing was a blur, but I do remember craving real strawberries - odd. Three hours later, our baby was here.
We welcomed Colter at 12:20pm. He was 6 lb, 6 oz and 19-3/4'' - tiny little baby. And a healthy one, too! We couldn't have asked for more.
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