Okay okay okay, so I've been a terrible blogger for a while. Well, you know what? It's hard to blog when you have big news that you don't want to spill the beans on... I mean, big news is big news, right? so if you're going to blog, you want to share the big news.
But we wanted to keep our big news a secret until we knew what gender our big news was going to be... And as we waited and I stopped blogging, it got easier and easier not to blog anything at all, even after we knew that Cordelia was going to be getting a baby sister. And so even that announcement, which should have been a much more involved blog, turned out to be nothing more than a simple video clip of Cordelia breaking the big story.
So, now that I've gotten that off my chest, let me go ahead and spill the rest of the beans.
Just over a week ago, at 11:17 PM Saturday September 3, 2011, Cordelia's baby sister arrived on the scene.
Weighing in at 7 lbs, 2 oz, Sorella Celeste Casper was 20 inches tall, and almost an identical match for her big sister's birth size and weight.
Catching everybody up on this pregnancy:
- Tammy was 2 months along before we even knew she was pregnant. It took 4 different pregnancy tests and a lot of nausea to finally figure this one out. We were becoming concerned that there might have been other issues, when the PTs kept coming back negative.
- This pregnancy was, in some ways, easier for Tammy than with Cordelia, and in some ways more difficult - all in all, it may have been sixes.
- The 26 hour delivery of Cordelia - who was induced 18 days early - was almost certainly more difficult, overall, than the 4-5 hour delivery of Sorella, though it was not without it's own complications.
Sorella was due September 5th, my brother Shän's birthday. On Saturday, the 3rd, Shän and his family were having a barbequeue to celebrate his birthday, as well as Labor Day (which also fell on the 5th). We were invited to come over to celebrate with them - baby-issues notwithstanding.
I dragged Tammy to the store, to get her on her feet and get her some exercise, and maybe even get that baby to fall out - as she'd been hoping for an early delivery, and because the baby had been seeming to try and get out any way she could for weeks.
After shopping, Tammy lay down on the bed and told me she felt tired and weird. Weird, huh? That made me uncomfortable. But I let her take a nap for an hour or so, then I made her get ready to go to Shän's house.
She didn't want to go. A number of reasons why not: She's allergic to cats. Shän has 2 (and my dad has one more stashed away in the basement). She's 9 months pregnant and was feeling "weird". She's tired and her feet are swollen. These are very valid concerns.
My perspective: She feels weird, I'm not leaving my weird-feeling, 9-months-pregnant wife home without a car, while I'm 20 miles away.
As we were discussing whether or not she was going to come with or stay at home, she started having contractions. No big deal, really, as she'd been having contractions off and on for weeks, more often in the recent few days.
It became a big deal when she kept interrupting the conversation to breathe. Okay... once in a while, it's normal... several times in the same conversation? This was new.
I got on the Android App Store and downloaded an awesomely convenient app: Contraction Timer
And we started timing frequency and duration as we drove to my brother's house. Right from the start they were lasting about 30 seconds, and coming every 4 minutes. 3 minutes 50 seconds, 3:30, etc.
She didn't eat anything at the barbequeue (we got there about 5, the contractions had started around 4). She let me and Cordelia eat, though, which was nice. As my dad was loading up my plate, it was about 5:45, she told me to call the hospital and let them know we were on our way.
I think, at this point, Tammy was still not sure this was the real thing, but we went anyway. On the way there, her contractions were so frequent and so strong, that she was barely able to catch her breath between one and another. I was sure this was it... but she still had her doubts.
It wasn't until she was admitted and the nurse who walked us to the L&D room said, "You don't have the look of somebody we're going to send home," that Tammy finally accepted that, yes, this was - indeed - it.
The labor was intense. The baby's heart rate was unusually high, 180bpm, and they wanted it down to 160bpm, or they were going to do a C/Section. Fortunately, the doctors and nurses were all very competent and took all the steps necessary to avoid a surgical delivery, if possible, and within a few minutes, the baby's heart-rate came down. It took some oxygen for Tammy, and the breaking of the water by a doctor, but it worked.
The on-call OB wasn't Tammy's regular doctor, but was very sweet and friendly. Dr. Luewen. She was busy that night. Babies were popping out one after another. When they finally decided it was about time to start pushing, they chased down the doctor, who was presently delivering a baby, and who then had to attend to a minor emergency with another delivery. So the nurse who had been with us the whole time said, "Let's do some practice pushes while we wait for the doctor."
The contraction came, the nurse said, "Let's get three good pushes on this contraction."
Tammy pushed once, the nurse said, "Okay, stop pushing." She looked at me with a big grin and said, "This baby's ready... we had better wait for the doctor!"
Once Dr. Luewen made it into the room, Sorella was born between the first contraction and the second. Tammy got her three pushes in, and the baby was out far enough that they didn't even bother waiting for the next contraction.
Naming the baby... that is a whole other story that could go on for days. Suffice it to say, we had her named before we left the hospital. Here is a brief list of the names we'd been throwing around for months:
- Avarilla
- Adelaide
- Hazel
- Isabel
- Arabella
- Lavina
- Celeste
- Leona
And finally, for the main event - Here are some pictures:
PS - She had jaundice pretty bad, and she didn't have a wet diaper for almost 2 days, so they were monitoring her fairly closely. Then, just as they were about to catheterize her, she peed. Thank heavens.
They let her come home with us, and our pediatrician ordered us a BiliBlanket (a nifty little in-home phototherapy device for babies with jaundice). One day's worth of treatment and her bilirubin levels were way down. Two day's worth, and she was perfectly healthy.
I'll cut the cord on this post now. Thanks for patiently waiting!
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