By the time I checked in for delivery, most of the nurses already knew me from my three previous "observation" visits over the past couple of weeks. My nurse knew I was specifically scheduled that day and asked to be my nurse. Hey, I am just thankful that not all the nurses were running the other direction from me at that point!
I was scheduled to deliver at 11:30am. I was prepped. My anxiety over the epidural (it took five tries with my son) placement was all for nothing, as the epidural was easily placed on the first try. I definitely had the jitters. I was chewing ice like crazy because it was the only thing I was allowed to have. During all this, my husband read the paper and investigated financing for a possible vehicle purchase. Don't get me wrong, he was supportive of me and knew his role...but he also knew that all the prepping was up to the nurses. I was all ready to go when the nurse came in to let us know that an emergency c-section had just bumped me back an hour, which translated to an hour and a half. When it was finally my turn, all my jitters had gone away and I was remarkably calm given that a doctor was about to cut a six inch line into my belly.
They rolled me to the OR and Ep had to wait outside as they prepped everything and finished prepping me in the sterile room. The doctor appeared and then my husband appeared. Everyone was chatting. All was well and the procedure began. Ep was sitting near my head. I had already cleared it with the anesthesiologist for Ep to be able to stand up and watch them pull Scout from my belly. I wanted him to see his daughter being born, just like he watched his son be born. So, the doc let him know to stand up and he watched as they literally pulled Scout from my belly. And he took pictures. Now I know what it looks like. Yes, really. Its amazing. No, I will not post the pictures here. I will tell you its incredible to look at a picture of your own child being pulled from your belly.
Scout was born at 1:23pm weighing 8lbs and 5oz. She was 20 inches long and had fat rolls, including a double chin. She hollered at us. I was laying there when suddenly I see the doctors hands holding a baby over the drape. There was my daughter's beautiful scrunched up face looking down at me. She looked like this:
By the time I went through recovery (they said it would be a couple of hours, but my husband and I both agree that we think it was less than an hour!), Scout had settled in up at the NICU. They wheeled my entire hospital bed into the NICU for me to see her again before going to my room. I will be eternally grateful for that. This is Scout all snuggled in her NICU bed and wearing a diaper backwards.
And this is Scout at one day old, still wearing her diapers backwards.
We stayed in the hospital for 3 nights and were both discharged together on Friday when Scout was 3 days old. She was in the NICU until about 10 minutes before we were discharged. They gave me the option to stay and room in with her one night, but all I could think about was all of us getting home and her big brother finally getting to touch her and not have a wall of glass between him and his sister.
Scout decided that we needed just a tad more drama and didn't want to be any less dramatic than her brother. We requested an EKG to rule out the heart defect that her older brother has. The EKG ruled that out. The the doctor said BUT...as in but we found something else that concerns us. There was concern over a part of her heartbeat called the QT wave. Thanks to Kale, we are familiar with what the QT wave of a heartbeat is. Scout had a long QT wave in her EKG. They told us that most times when this is found at birth, an EKG a week later will show that it has resolved itself. Apparently Scout just wanted to make sure that her parents were on their toes...because a week later, she had a clean EKG.
That is Scout's birth story. Her first two weeks of life were another fun adventure and definitely not your average newborn's first two weeks. More on that later...