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And Then We Were Four

10/17/2018

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She came to us in the ice storm of the century down in New Orleans.  In a flurry of broken pipes, frozen floods, fertility drug-induced insanity, and a last ditch try before giving up in the name of self (and existing family) preservation.

But there she was, after a year and a half of letdowns and heartbreak, a little blue plus sign on a cold and sunny January morning.  Doing Mardi Gras before she was even born. All 3 of us ran around dancing with joy.
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WAHOO!!!!!
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And of course, carrot cake!!!
Then a fire on a Friday night.  Four days before her arrival. It will be impossible to ever separate the two events in my mind.  I'd been having contractions all day that came to a screeching halt the moment I stepped into the upstairs hallway and saw two story flames shooting out of the garage.  As we sat across the street under the incongruously festive lights of someone's graduation party waiting to see if our house would be saved, I felt her retreat. Back up into my lungs, as far as she could go.  I didn't blame her, I wouldn't want to come out in that mess either.
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There was nothing for the next couple days. Not even the frequent Braxton Hicks I'd previously been having for months.  On Tuesday morning I got up to pee and didn't quite make it to the bathroom in time. Just one more unmentionable indignity of pregnancy.  It took me until after 5 pm to realize MAYBE I hadn't been peeing myself the entire day and I should possibly call our Doula. She advised me to call our doctor, who then told me to go immediately in to L&D triage where they could test to see if my water had broken, and then imprison us in the hospital once confirmed.  We decided to sit down and have dinner first.

Leaving that evening was a bittersweet moment.  Pregnancy had been brutal. I was more than ready.  But it was the first night I'd ever spend away from Alice since her birth.  And the last time we'd be a family of 3. Later, in the wee small hours of the morning, when a nurse walked in to find me sobbing, she hurriedly checked my vitals, then finding nothing going on, sat down and told me stories of her grown babies. 
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In triage they confirmed my water had in fact broken.  They sent us out to walk the halls of the hospital for one hour to see if things would get going.  It was 11 pm. We spent the time trying to answer calls and emails about the fire, getting stuff set up for our absence over the next few days.  We walked the Hall of Ridiculous Maternity Photos, and The Hall of Premies. And even though we still barely know anyone in this town, we ran into our old neighbor, who stood there telling us all about his new place, his terrible roommates, his parking situation, never once asking us what we were doing in a hospital hallway at midnight or even seeming to notice when I'd double over to breathe through a contraction.  Upon our return to triage, with still not much going on, the nurse informed us they would move us over to L&D and, “sleep” us for the night. Um…. excuse me?! “Oh, that means we'll just let you sleep.”

Around 7 that morning, our doctor, with whom we'd carefully cultivated a relationship with for months, the person who was supposed to get us through this delivery without repeating the damage from our first, apologetically told us she had to leave at noon and would likely not be able to deliver us.  This was a devastating blow. And while we had a pretty loose birth plan with lots of room built in for flexibility, things were NOT going even a tiny bit according to plan:

Instead of laboring at home like we did last time, we spent the night in an austere hospital room, not really sleeping, and not really laboring either.  Instead of having the reassuring presence of a well known doctor, we were going to get someone we'd never even met before. Instead of being relaxed and focused on our upcoming birth, I was busy making sure every nurse who walked in the room all night didn't turn off the lights because I was afraid of the dark since the fire.  Instead of being at home just snuggling my girl I was at the hospital about to have another girl! What the hell had I been thinking a year ago!?

Our Doula, Heather, urged me to shove it all aside and focus on the task at hand, to which I MAY have replied, “F**k no, I'm so mad!” I could tell this was not the response she'd expected. And even though she was right, I didn't care. I informed her that for the next 20 minutes I was going to have a Bad Attitude and she could get out of my face--another statement she likely hadn't been expecting.  To her credit, she just rolled with it. Our nurse, Jennifer, found a continuous string of reasons to be in the room, most likely interested to see how this was going to play out.

I took the time to be sad and grieve unmet expectations.  Then 20 minutes later, with Heather practically counting down the seconds, I pushed all the crap (mostly) outside that hospital room door, brought my mind back to the present, and at 10 a.m. we began. 
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While it had been progressing steadily already, labor seemed to really pick up at that point.  An hour and a half later, while sitting in a tub of warm water, I called for the epidural.

Here's the thing about the epidural though.  You have to give them 45 minutes. They have to get an entire bag of IV fluids in you for safety reasons.  So while your brain has already given up and made the switch, you have to make it though 45 more minutes of pain.  And then you have to sit STOCK. STILL. while someone puts a needle in your spine.

It was during this time that I almost broke Andy's finger.  And while I think he was exaggerating, he did have tears in his eyes, and it wasn't out of sympathy for me.  I remember retreating at this point, beyond all awareness of anything but pain. I remember sitting with my eyes closed, dimly aware of hands all over my body trying to help me through a contraction.  So many hands. How many people were actually in this room? I didn't care.

And then it took the anesthesiologist THREE tries to get the epidural placed correctly.  If there wasn't a risk of lifelong paralysis, I would have turned around and stabbed her in the eye with the epidural needle.

Once the epidural was finally in place and starting to take effect, the Kiwi's heart rate dropped, along with my blood pressure.  Within moments I had an oxygen mask strapped on and they were rolling me to a different side. This was the moment during Alice's birth where it all went wrong.  Andy and I looked at each other in disbelief. There was no possible way the SAME thing was happening again.

The Kiwi didn't respond and Jennifer ordered everyone to get me flipped up on to my hands and knees, no small feat when you can't feel anything below the waist. When my blood pressure still didn't recover, she jammed a shot of ephedrine into my leg.  Andy and I worked on not panicking. Within minutes everyone stabilized and we were able to settle in for the wait.

Heather urged me to nap since I hadn't slept in days, but I didn't feel sleepy.  A few hours later, when it was nearing time to push, I finally started falling asleep between the great pressure of contractions.  Maybe I could just nap this baby out.

The epidural wasn't so strong that I couldn't feel pressure so I was able to direct the energy after some coaching. I had to ask for instructions after the first contraction, realizing that we really didn't do this part the first time around with Alice.  Even though I was working hard, it was a really relaxed and calm atmosphere. We chatted and laughed between contractions. There was no sense of urgency or fear. And when, after about an hour of pushing, Dr. King laid her on my chest, all the stuff that came before ceased to matter.  Here she was at last.

Alafair Bea Svilar Finley Newlin. September 26, 2018. 6:03 p.m.  8 lbs 15 oz 19.5”  Our hard-won baby girl, born of fire and ice.
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A Day Late and A Dollar Short

10/17/2018

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Well, the Kiwi has officially been here for three weeks today, and we JUST recently got our maternity photos back that we had shot in August.  Without bothering to go into details about why it took nearly 8 weeks to get some photos, let's just say, we REALLY miss Jenna Westbrook Photography!!  Maybe for the next big shoot, we'll just have to fly her up here.
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The Aluminum Anniversary

9/2/2018

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This has been a big year with lots of stuff that should be posted before this, but maybe I'll get to it later.  Right now I'm going to talk about how Andy and I made it all the way to our ALUMINUM Anniversary!!!! 

Wait...

WHAT?

Ten married years and all we get is a La Croix?!

The Kiwi is due 2 days before our actual anniversary in October so we decided to celebrate early this year with a little family trip up to The Shore Lodge in McCall.  Way back in March we had planned to renew our vows down on the beach in Mexico but that got cancelled because of the risk of zika.  This was another opportunity to get fancy on a beach.  The only problem now was that there was no way that Mexico wedding dress was going to fit anymore... 

Alice had decided she was going to be in our McCall Wedding too, and was planning her own vows. "I love curtains and light bulbs." 

Mom sewed a giant stretchy panel in the back of my dress, we bought some gorgeous flowers from a neighbor, procured carrot cake, and jumped in the car.

It turned out to be a really crowded beach though.  And I turned out to be a really emotionally unstable pregnant woman.  After having a meltdown about wearing a white floufy dress in front of too many total strangers (let's be clear--Alice was NOT the one melting down), we decided to forego the vow renewals and just eat the cake.  It should probably just be a general rule to never travel with a pregnant woman anywhere unless you are also bringing cake.

We ended up having a nice getaway and when we returned found a mostly empty frisbee golf course right here in town where we could hold our little ceremony.  As long as we kept an eye out for the occasional stray flying frisbee, all was good. 

And dare I say, I found the whole thing even more meaningful than I did on our actual wedding day.  I guess that's how it's supposed to go.  Photos of the trip and the ceremony below!
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