My baby sister had a baby! It’s hard to believe.
Graham Christopher Dyson. 9.7.13
She let me be there for her labor and, even though there were some hiccups during the birth, she was AMAZING. I love how birth can be this transformative process. It’s the refiner’s fire that turns an ordinary woman into a mother.
This is a shot taken by her birth photographer, Kelly. She was sweet, unobtrusive and just fantastic! Check out some of her incredible work here.
Poor Nanny ended up needing a cesarean (baby’s heart rate kept dropping…same reason I needed one with Liam, darn it!) but she’s reacovering really well.
Baby G also gave us all a little scare by aspirating meconium (newborn poop) into his lungs and spent his first couple days of life in the NICU.
We’re all so grateful that they’re finally home and doing great.
It made me realize that of all my parents’ grandkids there’s only been this one baby who’s had any serious medical issues at birth. What a blessing that we have modern medicine to help us avoid the tragedies of the generations before us. Can you imagine living in a time when pregnancy was a potentially fatal condition??
He’s such a perfect little peanut…I love me a newborn babe!
My baby sister had a baby! It’s hard to believe.
I thought baby Finn’s one month birthday would be a good time to finally blog about his birth. But, it was also his older brother Toby’s 6th birthday…so today little Finn is 1 month and 1 day 🙂 I still need to get some cute sleeping pics of him but here are some great birth shots. I was lucky enough to have my little sister Nancy at the birth so she got lots of fun pictures. I wish I would’ve assigned someone to do this at all my births!
In case you missed his stats, here they are:
Finn Patrick Wiscombe
June 1, 2013, 12:38 pm
6lbs 13 oz, 19 in
I’m one of those weird people who enjoys seeing the in-progress labor pictures. I think it helps me to think back on it with perspective and realize how miraculous labor is. It’s kinda hard to appreciate it when you’re in the middle of it all. Can’t imagine why 🙂
The birth story goes a little something like this…
At 41 weeks 5 days, I decided I was done being pregnant and wanted to take castor oil. I’m always telling pregnant moms to be patient with their babies and let them go into labor on their own but I was mighty impatient myself this time. Not sure why, but I did know that if I made it to 42 weeks we were gonna have to have a talk about whether or not my midwife could continue to see me. AZ statute says that “overdue” moms are out of a midwife’s scope of practice. That might mean a homebirth would be out of the plan and I’d have to change everything. So glad he came when he did!
My midwife gave me permission to take castor oil Saturday morning so at 8:30am I took 4 oz of it (the whole bottle!) in a milkshake. I started having cramping (um, as in the bathroom variety. Castor oil is a laxative which means it “stimulates” the bowels which in turn stimulates the uterus. I think you can all deduce what kind of side effects this stuff produces) and was slightly uncomfortable all morning. At 11:30 I was laying on the couch talking to my sister (Luke was running errands) and my water broke. That’s the first time it’s ever broken without me being in full-blown intense labor. I went upstairs and Nan called my mom and Luke. By noon the contractions were intense and luckily my midwife showed up not long after. We emptied the hot water heater into the tub and it was still only half full…I hopped in anyway cause I needed some pain relief. 30 minutes later my contractions turned into the pushing kind, and he came out just a few minutes later. By FAR my fastest labor (1 hour!) but that’s probably because of all the maddening practice labor i had during the previous few weeks.
Fast and dirty…that’s how we roll over here 😉
Let me tell you, if you haven’t actually caught one of your own babies, I highly recommend it. Super cool experience. The first pic is me unwinding his cord and the second is me finding out the gender of the baby!
Favorite shot ever.
Don’t you wonder what is running through little newborn baby heads at birth? Something like “It’s bright and loud and cold and scary out here. Hold me, mom!”
P.S. I love newborn pouty lips!
See?! I was smiling just moments later! Can’t have been that bad, right??
What a precious little munchkin.
Love how he’s already got a hold of my sports bra 🙂
Daddy/Baby pics are THE best.
I realized that Baby Finn is special lots of ways.
He is the…
1st baby we didn’t find out the gender of until birth.
2nd baby born at home.
3rd boy in the family.
4th birth with no drugs or medical interventions.
5th VBAC (vaginal birth after cesarean).
6th sweet baby to come to our home.
We just love him!!!
My pregnancy with the twins was completely uneventful. Other than trying harder to gain weight, actually gaining less, taking it a bit easier and having a huge tight belly, it was just the same as with my other babies. I knew I would go close to full term since I’m always overdue but still, at about 37 weeks I started anxiously awaiting labor. At 38 1/2 weeks I was getting pretty uncomfortable and then that night I had good solid contractions all night, 5 minutes apart, and I expected to go to the hospital soon. I dozed off between contractions and the next thing I knew, I’d slept until morning and labor had stopped. I was so mad!! Luke stayed home from work that day (Thursday) and Friday since we expected things to start up again any time.
All day Friday i was finally just miserable physically. It felt like i had to go to the bathroom all day and the pressure of two babies dropped so low was so intense i couldn’t sit for very long at all. At about 8pm I finally gave in and took some castor oil 🙂 I was super nervous that i would have a horrible reaction to it so I only took a tablespoon. Of course, no contractions 🙂 until at about 10:30 that night when they started again and were about 7 minutes apart. I didn’t want to call anyone for fear that it was false labor again. But as soon as Luke saw me have to pause and breathe through a contraction, he called the cavalry. He was so afraid of having babies in the car!
My parents and brother came over, and when my doula, Emily showed up, Luke and I, my mom and Emily took off for the hospital. When we got there it was midnight and all through getting checked in, my labor was nice and steady. We got placed in a room at about 1:30am and settled in to wait. Our nurse was awesome, a nice Filipino lady named Tess who knew her stuff. The hospital policy is that twins must be delivered in the operating room, even if vaginally. Tess called the doc (who happened to be a stranger since my doc was out of town and no midwife was available… So much for all that concern over finding the right provider!) and he assured me that as long as baby A was head down, he’d deliver baby B breech if necessary. Then they did an ultrasound and found that baby A was head down and baby B was sideways, almost headed the right way. My doctor had warned me that without an epidural, manipulating a baby into the right position could be really painful…which I already knew cause they did that to me with Liam before the c-section.
Anyway, labor kept progressing normally and was pretty bearable until about 3:30. I used the birthing ball and some other positions to try to get comfortable but I had a blood pressure cuff, oximeter and 2 fetal monitors on me, not to mention an immodest hospital gown so it was pretty hard to find a good position. Bless Emily’s heart, she was my lifesaver in a hospital that is not really designed for natural births. She rubbed my feet, clipped my sweaty bangs out of my eyes and fed me ice chips whenever the nurse wasn’t looking (i was also told not to eat or drink due to that ever present threat of surgery). At some point during this bad labor, i felt what I thought was my water breaking.
Tess checked my cervix right before 4am and although she said it quietly to my mom, I thought I heard her say 8cm. I tried not to think about those last 2 centimeters since I was about at my breaking point and was pretty sure I was minutes from giving birth. My mom really wanted to see the babies be born but only Luke was allowed in the OR so she kept telling me to not tell the nurse I was ready to push until it was too late :). So, when I first felt the urge, I didn’t say anything. Then the second push came and there was no hiding it since I started making some noise. Tess started working like mad to get more nurses in there, lay me down and start pushing the bed to the OR. Vivian was crowning by the time we hit the hall and her head was out before we got to the OR. That was my only real complaint about this birth…they were so intent on following hospital policy by racing me to the OR that no one stopped to catch my baby! Oh well, she came out the right way, and that’s the important thing. They got me in the OR, Vivian started yelling like nobody’s business, bright and pink and beautiful! I had a couple minutes to enjoy her and then i felt the urge to push again.
Even though labor was more intense than with Juliet, I healed fabulously and felt great just hours after the birth. Remember my Thanksgiving Day post about being grateful for our bodies? Well I am even more thankful now and incredibly amazed at this blessing that is motherhood. What a miracle we can be a part of!