Lizzie

This is the story of Lizzie's birth. I've always liked reading birth stories; I want to write one for each of my kids so I can always remember the special day.

On Saturday, July 26, 2014 Ty and I were just getting ready for my mom to get into town. It also happened to be Lizzie's due date. I didn't feel any different and the day was going on an on and there was no sign of going into labor. My mom got in around 4 pm and we got her all settled in. Then we just sat in the living room and talked for a while. Around 6 pm I got up to go to the bathroom and.......nothing special. When I got out I suggested we go out to dinner because I was hungry. Right when we were about to walk out the door I felt a little gush in my pants - uh oh! I checked in the bathroom and it was definitely not pee. I got instantly nervous and excited. We quickly grabbed the hospital bag and car seat and ran out the door! On the way over to the hospital we weren't too talkative; I think we just both couldn't believe this was finally happening. I was so nervous about the pain I was about to go through (even though I planned on getting an epidural). And I was a tiny bit annoyed that I didn't get to eat and wouldn't eat for a long time haha. I was relieved, however, that my water broke at home and not at the restaurant we were about to go to!

Well once we got to the hospital they sent Ty and I to the triage room while my mom waited in the waiting room. We were the only ones in there so that was nice. My nurse checked me and I was dilated to a 2. My contractions were very mild - just like the Braxton Hicks ones I had been having the past few weeks. The nurse said she could still feel my bag of waters so she did a swab test to see if my water really did break. The lab results came back as positive so that was a relief. We were told that the bag must have broken at the top (weird??) instead of the bottom. While were still waiting to be move to our room, Ty told me he had prayed that I would go into labor specifically on that very day. I had prayed for the same thing. God is so good.

Around 8:30 the contractions got a lot worse and they were close together, about 2-3 minutes apart. I was 3 cm dilated. We were also sent to my room around this time. During these contractions I would squeeze Ty's hand with one hand and hold the bed handles w/ the other. He gave me a priesthood blessing which was comforting. I'm so thankful my husband is a worthy priesthood holder. Anyway the contractions just kept coming and I felt like I got no breaks between them; they were 2 minutes apart and I wasn't even dilated that much. My body was shaking a lot and I just felt bad that Ty had to see me this way. I couldn't wait to get that epidural. My plan was to wait until I got to 4 cm dilated because I heard it doesn't slow down labor much if you wait until then. The next time they checked me I was at a 4.5 and got the epidural by around 10 pm. Let me just say, it was definitely not as bad as people told me. I was bracing myself for some pain- an intense pinch, pierce, poke, something! I hardly felt it at all. I was surprised when they were done getting it in. Ty also said that the needle wasn't as big as he thought it would be. The epidural was amazing, I don't care if anyone calls me a wimp. Ty and my mom ate dinner in the room, but I didn't care because I was finally pain free and got to relax. In hindsight, I was glad I didn't eat dinner before I went into labor because I probably would have felt a lot worse. When I got to 9 cm my body was shaking again like crazy, it was working so hard and I wasn't even feeling it. They got me ready to push at 9.75 cm and nearing 5 in the morning. When they turned me to sit up I got really nauseated and wanted to go right back to my side, but I had to sit up to get this thing over with! I just couldn't shake that nauseated feeling though so they gave me a barf bag and, well, you know what happened. Side effect of epidural? Or just my body working so hard? I don't know but that part was not fun.

Pushing was harder than I thought! Duh. I feel lucky though because I didn't have to push for too long. I finally started pushing at 4:45 am. I pushed through 4 contractions (3 pushes per contraction). Each time they told me to push as hard as I could for 10 seconds - 10 seconds have never seemed so long! Before each push they'd say "take a deep breath like you're going under water" so Ty kept saying "you're going swimming!" I kept wanting to say this is nothing like swimming! But I get where he's coming from, me being a swammer and all. I guess I have swimming for the lung capacity to make it through these pushes. Anyway so by the time I got to my 4th contraction of pushing, the head was crowning, and I remember asking if the baby had hair and the nurse said she had lots of hair. I thought Ty wouldn't watch any of the gory stuff happening down there but he watched it all w/o passing out! So proud. They made me wait with the head right there for the doctor to come in because they just always have to come at the last minute. Dang that was a lot of pressure I was feeling down there, verrrry uncomfortable. When the doctor came in I pushed again and the head came out. Ty kept saying, "she's right there, she's right there!" One more push and she was all out! Miracle. The first thing the nurses and doctor said was "she's big!" I was shocked that this big baby was inside of me. As I held her for the first time I was so overwhelmed and couldn't believe this all happened. I'm still in awe to this day, it feels like a dream. We can't get over how perfect our little girl is. She weighed in at a whopping 8 lbs 12 oz (the exact weight I was when I was born) and she was 20 inches long. Born at 5:08 am on July 27, 2014. That date, which never had meaning for me before, is so significant now.

 

     

We named her Lizzie Marinda Gentry. Marinda is Ty's mother's name; he always wanted to name his daughter after his mom so we did. We love being this little girl's parents. After waiting so long to meet her, she's finally here. I never could have done this without Tyler by my side. He is such a good husband and is already a wonderful father. I'm also grateful my mom got to be there too. I guess Lizzie was just waiting for her to get into town before making a grand entrance! I'm so glad I was one of the lucky ones with a great birthing experience. Sure it was hard, but labor wasn't ridiculously long, there were no complications, and the baby was perfectly healthy. Now bring on parenthood!