Tenley Jane Wilson

Ok, I know you all are dying to hear how baby Tenley made her entrance Monday morning....
I know I'm a sucker for a good birthing story. TMI and all!!!

So obviously I was a little anxious this past Sunday evening. After being sent home twice I was not about to jaunt into IMC just to be turned away. I had been having minor contractions since relief society (about 3pm) and they were pretty regular... but I kept on chugging as though life were normal. (because at this point that was normal) We stayed home for dinner, I was about to hit the sack early, but then had a sudden urge to clean. clean clean clean. I folded all the laundry and put it away. I did the dishes and cleaned the kitchen sink. I swept. I vacuumed. I even vacuumed the baseboards!

Robbie was like... what the what? I thought you were tired?

nope. If these contractions keep coming I'm just going to clean through them until they leave. Which they did so I finally hit the sack at about 11:30

Fast forward to 3 am

"POP!"

That was the sound I heard/felt towards the top of my big belly. I yelled OUCH even though it didn't hurt. I started to yell at Robbie, "what the heck was that!?! Seriously did my water break? Can it break up high?" It was almost like an elastic band held at it 's breaking point and finally giving in. Weirdness.

About 20 minutes later I was noticing the contractions were back, but this time they had a friend with them named cramps. Mega cramps... the kind I know oh so well. They usually visit me every 28 days at 4 am on the dot.

Still I ignore them. It's nothing... I've already had the crampy contractions and they mean nothing. They come again... and again... and again until I start timing them. every 8 minutes. I decide I can't stay laying in bed because they are giving me a crazy/hurty/nervous/wait it out/but what if it's real feeling?

I tell Robbie I'm going out to the couch to watch some tv. By this time it's about 4:15

Whoa they got a heckofalot worse just from walking around. YIKES... this time when they hit I fall to the ground and tell Robbie to get his butt out here.

"ok this is real... I don't care... we are going in!!"

I called the on-call doc, told him about our past and said, "should I come in if I'm like dying in pain laying on the floor hitting things?"

He said yes.

Called my mom. No answer.

Called my sis (who btw was planning on being there for the birth and it just happened to be her birthday so her sweet hubby took her up to Logan to spend the night at Anniversary inn... I guess he's too good for the one downtown? - whatev brett...) She asked if they should leave and I said you better wait until they check things out, then I'll let ya know if this is real.

Called mom again. No answer.

Text sister... "why isn't mom answering the phone!!!"

Mom calls.

me: "pretty sure I'm in labor. The on-call doc said to come in... I'm dying... oh I'm dying!!!"

mom: "eee... (excited sound) yay the baby is coming!"

me: "uuuugggghhhhh I'm having another one! get someone to come over...!!! ahhhhhhhhhhhhh"

mom: "ok ok I'll call Emily (cousin of mine)"

In the meantime I'm telling Robbie to get our shiz together and put it in the car...
Oh wait, I grab my toothbrush and make-up... the only items I didn't have packed.

Lay on the floor... hit the flooor... kick my legs... "OWE OWE OWE!!!! Ok Robbie these are bad... Like REALLY BAD!!!"

I'm freaking out at this point because they are every 2 minutes... I see a text from my sister.

"we are on our way."

mom shows up. I'm having a big contraction...

mom: "well go. go get in the car. go!"

me: "I can't right now mom!!! I'm having a major contraction and I can't MOVE!.... Freak oh freak!!!"

mom: "ok ok sorry... (scared face)"

We finally get out the door. I didn't grab a jacket. I'm cold but whatever... let's just GO!

I tell Robbie to drive fast... I start freaking out because now I don't have a floor to crawl and lay down on and hit and scream into.... so I roll down the window and yell out it like a crazy lady...

"HOLYFREAKINCRAPI'MDYINGTHESEHURTSOBAAAAAAAAAAAD!!!"

Robbie looks at me like I'm psycho. Which at this point I am. Actually I'm past psycho.
I think he hit 2 red lights and I was about to kill him for stopping...

We finally get there.
They know it's me...
"We've been waiting for you! We're all ready in room one!"

ok ok ... I make it to room one. They give me the gown. I go in the bathroom to change. Yell for Robbie cause the dang thing isn't snapped up. It just looks like a big blanket with snaps everywhere. Ahhhh... I hunch on the bathroom floor while Robbie tries to do the snap puzzle. Then I notice he's holding it over the toilet and the bottom part is soaked in toilet water... but I don't even care cause I'm thinking I better get out there, even if I'm naked cause I need that epideral like N.O.W.!

I get out there - not naked - but practically. The nurse helps me breath through these mongrel contractions.
She checks me.

me: "I better be more than a 3!"

nurse: "oh, ya. Honey you're a good 7."

me: "oh man, I can still have an epidural right?? RIGHT!!!"

no answer...

I feel like it's been three hours... I'm clutching Robbie's hand and every time I feel a contraction coming I look at him and say, "are you ready... oh here comes another one... ahh ahh here it comes!!"

The nurse tells me to breathe in and push the bad air out... bad air out... bad air out... and I am breaking Robbie's hand at the same time.

Finally the anesthesiologist god arrives with his big needle. He gets me prepped. Inserts heaven's nectar and about 1 minute later I'm feeling the buzz. In my legs. Oh sweet nectar how I love you. I told that doctor I loved him too.

Calmness and very very numb legs arrive.

Lisa and Brett are still far away. My mom and aunt come. My grandma went to our house to stay with Taryn. By this point it's about 5:30ish. I'm fully dialted and my doctor comes in the door.

doc: "You are ready to push..."

me: "but Lisa isn't here yet! My water hasn't even broke yet."

They are in Ogden. Doc says we can wait a little longer.

I chill....
Taylor and Amy come in...
now I'm all shaky with the chills from the epidural, but it's all good. No more insane contractions taking over.

My aunt makes sure I get some warm blankets and they make the shakes calm down.

Lisa comes running in.
It's time!!

I start pushing but it feels super weird because I seriously am looking at those legs wondering if they really are mine. I feel nothing. nada. zip. With Taryn I remember feeling the urge to push and feeling more "tingly"

After the very first push Robbie says, "she has lots of hair!"

What she's already there?!

Second push turns into a really long one and Lisa says don't stop... keep pushing! She's right there...

I ask if she's out and no one answers....

one more big fat push (I think that's what I've been doing anyway... I can't really tell)

she's out!!

I guess between the 2nd and 3rd one there was a little scare. The cord came out first which then wrapped itself around her neck and the doc said if I hadn't pushed long enough on that last one....

and that's all he said, followed by a look of eyebrows raised, head tilted, and frowny mouth.

but she made it out and all was well!

March 22, 2010

at 6:44 to be exact.

7 lbs 14 oz 21 in

This daddy is the best







our "silly" faces



I love my girls!!

and baby makes 4

as for the details...

they'll be coming soon, but baby Tenley is sleeping and that means I need to sleep now too!

limbo land

ok so I guess I'll finally update this blog that I used to be so good at updating and sending little glimpses of my life through.

First off... I am cooked.

Literally COOKED!

I only have 10 more days until this baby HAS to come out and that feels like an eternity. I really can't picture there being an end to this pregnancy.

Every night I wonder...
" is my water finally going to break?"
" will I suddenly wake up with excruciating pain and frantically run around the house getting all our very organized and packed things to FINALLY take to the hospital?"
" will these contractions that are making me hot and dizzy continue?"
" am I EVER going to meet this baby that loves to give me heartburn, restless leg syndrome, crazy dreams, an achy back, and all the other joys that come with being 9 months pregnant?"


then I wake up a lot of times until morning approaches and yet again, we made it another night without having a baby.
Robbie is desperate too.
Pretty sure he thinks his wife is "over-cooked"

So far we have made false alarm jaunts to the hospital twice. 2 times... they have hooked me up and the results are real. I am having contractions. Regular every 3-5 minute contractions. But I guess that is not good enough, because they rejected us and said... go home.

But before we leave they shoot me up with morphine so I can get a good nights sleep before I really do have this baby - which they say could be any day! "Probably when the storm rolls in. Because the pressure change will most likely make your water break!"

no... no it didn't.

"Well you are dilated to a 3 and your cervix is soft and ripe - (why do they say it that way, what am I a banana??) so you probably won't make it another week."

ya, I've made it another week + some.

So doc... let's stop with the false hope and just say I'll see ya at your next appt. No more getting my hopes up. I mean, I know it's really great for the baby to stay inside the womb and all to continue to develop and fatten up... but for my sanity, she really needs to come out!!! Maybe I'm being a little selfish here, but I am 110% ready to meet this little girl, and hold her tiny bum, and smell her yummy smell, and kiss her fuzzy head.

I even had a dream about it all when I was doped up on morphine.

The Dream:
I waited until I was passing out during contractions to head into the hospital. They can't turn us away this time right! Well, after watching my progress they said, " you are still only a 3... we might be sending you back home..." Then I pass out as a really major BIG contraction comes. The next thing I know, I wake up and see that little table carrier holding my baby wrapped like a burrito with a head full of dark black hair. Robbie is standing over her crying as he sees me wake up and tells me I almost didn't make it. Then I reply... "they did a c-section didn't they."
He nods his head and I cry and cry like that was the most horrible news in the world...

then I really woke up and wondered where my hairy baby was. And for the record, if a c-section ever did happen, I'm pretty sure I wouldn't react that way... even though I'd be a bit bummed.

So... what have you learned from my rantings?

I'm living in limbo land waiting for this baby to come "any day now" and you should probably pray that she comes tonight so I don't loose my mind.
thanks...

goodnight