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Sweet little Ella Mae came into this world on January 11, 2019. She was born at Logan Regional Hospital. Here is her birth story as written by her mother, Megan.
On Wednesday January 9th, Brock and I went to the doctor for a regular checkup. At this point I was 36 weeks 4 days pregnant. When I got my blood pressure tested that day, it appeared high. It was in the 140's and my doctor (Erica Smith) told me that, in 2 days, Friday, I needed to come back first thing in the morning and get it re-checked. She then told us if it was still high, that I'd need to have a baby. Leaving the office that day, Brock and I both were convinced it was just my anxiety causing my blood pressure to be higher. We weren't ready for a baby yet, we still had so much to do to get ready for her arrival! That night, we went up to my parents house to celebrate my sisters birthday. We figured it would be smart to at least get the carseat set up in our car just in case! Thursday came along and I packed our hospital bags and babies diaper bag, just like Erica had said to do. That night, after a baby shower that Brocks work had thrown for me, we went up to my parents house where Brock and my dad gave me a blessing. We didn't know what was going to happen come Friday morning, but as long as me and baby girl were healthy, we didn't care.
Friday morning, we woke up and went to Logan regional. I got my blood pressure checked first thing and it had spiked even higher. My blood pressure was 168/98. Erica came in the office and I told her I was also getting headaches that were waking me up in the night. She immediately sent me up to labor and delivery. It was baby time, whether we were ready or not. Instant fear and sadness came through me because I was so worried I was making this baby come too soon. We had maternity pictures scheduled in a couple days and I was feeling bummed I wouldn't get to have pictures of my belly. Brock and I walked out of the hospital and we took some quick snap shots of my belly. Brocks parents had just left on a plane to Arizona and my dad just left on a plane to Australia. To say this was unexpected would be an understatement. After a couple encouraging talks with Brock, he convinced me that we were going to go up to labor and delivery and have a baby. Once up there, they immediately put in an IV and started me on magnesium and Pitocin. The magnesium made me feel like crap, but it was to lower/control my blood pressure and the Pitocin started my contractions. When I walked into labor and delivery, I was at a 2cm and 90% effaced. I was still convinced I didn't need to be there and that it was my anxiety causing my high blood pressure. I even had Erica come up from her other patients and talk to me again because I was feeling so much guilt. I felt like I was making baby come too early when she wasn't ready.
Erica reassured me that this was necessary and it is more dangerous for both me and baby to keep her in. After Erica left, I decided to stop fighting it and just trust her and the nurses! We then played the waiting game. After a couple hours, around 1:30pm in the afternoon, I got the epidural (around 3cm). I would have waited to get it until my contractions were stronger, but the magnesium I had to have made it so the doctors wouldn't let me get out of bed anymore to use the bathroom. So we figured we'd do the epidural and then the catheter. The epidural wasn't bad at all. Lots of pressure and I was laying on my side for it. The catheter was put in right after before I was numb and the nurse, let's just say, probably thought I was numb because she was not gentle at all. That was worse than the epidural. Right after that, Erica came in and broke my water (while I still wasn't numb), although that wasn't painful. It was the craziest feeling actually!
There was so much water, I had no idea my body could store so much!! For 13 hours we waited for me to get to a 10. We had some visitors to keep me awake and distracted. Brock, my mom and Brittany, were the 3 people that stayed the entire time! My epidural kicked in and the magnesium started wearing me out pretty badly. I was getting so hot, dizzy, loopy, and felt all around pretty horrible!! I didn't love the feeling of not being able to feel from the epidural. I kept calling it my "water legs". The best way to describe how it made me feel is like I was touching somebody else's leg when I was touching my own. Super weird. Although, I'm glad I had it because feeling contractions for 13 hours I'm sure would've been much worse.
Finally 9pm came around and I was officially at a 10. Time to push! Everybody visiting left the room other than Brock and my mom. At this point, I was so tired, I truly thought I was going to be falling asleep while pushing. While pushing, there was a lot of blood coming out. Nurses started getting concerned and would have doctors in for their opinions.
After several times of the nurses calling over saying there was lots of blood, Erica showed up. She insisted we needed to get baby out as soon as possible. I was feeling exhausted and horrible from the magnesium as well still. I ended up getting oxygen because mine started dropping.
After pushing only a couple more times after Erica got there, we brought tiny little Ella into this world! Brock cut the umbilical cord, and Erica got the blood out of little ladies mouth (because she had swallowed some). The nurse had to get some out of her belly as well. We then birthed the placenta and figured out why I was bleeding so much. Erica looked at me and said "it's a good thing we had a baby today".
We learned I had a partial placental abruption and it was such a huge blessing that we had caught it when we did. Thank goodness for a great doctor and for my body spiking my blood pressure and giving me headaches telling me that she needed to come. The relief knowing today (January 11th) was the day we were supposed to have her gave me comfort.
After Ella was born, my body temperature went way down from all the blood loss. I could only do skin to skin for a couple minutes because I couldn't risk getting Ella's temperature down by being on me. Those couple minutes were everything though. Holding that sweet little hand... and knowing that this girl was my daughter. And that not only was I going to make her the happiest little girl, I knew she'd already done that for me.
After my time, Brock then got to do skin to skin with her. Seeing Brock connect with her made my mom heart explode. I got lucky in the husband department. Brock is going to be the best dad to this precious little angel.
(I love this perspective. Mama in the background while daddy is snuggling his new little lady)
After warming up with a heated blanket and hot chocolate, and finally having the shaking from labor stop, we finally got to go to our room and attempt to get some rest (no rest happened though).
Ella was a healthy, TINY, little thing. They had to monitor her closely since she was considered a preemie, but her tests came back great! The day started with me not knowing or understanding why I needed to have her, but it ended knowing EXACTLY why. I needed her and she needed us. January 11, 2019 will forever be imprinted in our hearts and Ella Mae will forever be our perfect little girl.
Born at 10:41pm, 5 lbs 10 oz, 18.5 inches
Thank you Megan, for writing up her birth story and sharing with everyone! You are amazing!! And now for your long awaited birth video! I hope you love it!
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