Sleep Training Day 3

A couple of weeks ago we moved Emery's crib into our room. She was fast approaching the 15 pound weight limit on our bassinet, but still waking too often during the night to make sleeping in her own room a real possibility. Around the same time she developed a stuffy nose, and well, the whole sleeping in her crib in our room thing has been quite the disaster. Like, I'm up every two hours disaster. John finally put his foot down and declared that we were going to have to sleep train her and just let her cry it out in her crib. I am fundamentally opposed to "crying it out", so we compromised on a no-cry sleep training regimen. Give her a predictable routine to signal bedtime, put her in her crib, pick her up and calm her down every time she cries, but always put her back in her crib while she is still awake.

We were terrified of this plan. Emery has quite the strong personality, and we were convinced that she would absolutely never go for this kind of imposed structure. But this is day three and things seem to be going pretty well (fingers crossed while knocking on every piece of wood/particle board I can find). The pre-bed routine takes about 45 minutes and the pick her up/put her down part has only lasted 30 minutes at most without much fuss. Tonight she was a rockstar and only had to be picked up once. And... she actually ate some oatmeal. I assure you she was very unhappy about the whole thing, but she honestly ate a good 8-10 small bites.

Mom, eww, this stuff is so gross!

Will you stop if I make the pouty face?

Forget it, I'm puking

The fact that these pictures represent by far the most successful feeding to date should give you a good idea of what dinnertime is like around here.

Just to prove I don't torture my child at all moments during the day, here are some pictures of her enjoying her pre-bed bath.

Mmm... crab

The best faux-hawk we can do with so little hair

Ha ha, I dare you to take an in-focus picture of me

UPDATE: The first two nights we put her down she slept really well. 4-5 hours at a stretch before needing to nurse again. Last night was not one of those nights. We were back to waking up every 1-2 hours to her screaming. Let's hope it is the little cough she has this morning and not a sign of things to come.

7 Months Old

Our little girl turned 7 months old on Friday. Time sure is flying by. She has turned into quite the little mover. She rolls quickly to wherever she wants to go, usually the speaker stand or receiver (she is into electronics, just like Daddy).

Turning the knobs is so much fun!

The XBox is Mine!

If you turn your back on her for more than a few seconds she is likely to have rolled across the room by the time you look for her again. She is also pushing up onto all fours really well. She has mastered the art of scooting backwards and is just starting to learn how to get onto all fours and fall forward to get to what she wants. This has been really great for us as she was getting very frustrated scooting backwards when what she wanted was right in front of her. She sits up really well on her own and is learning to play by herself for a few minutes.

Sitting and playing with the much loved Amazing Animals Choo Choo

Emery had her six month check-up on Wednesday and is doing well. The doctor is somewhat concerned that she absolutely refuses to eat solid foods, but we're convinced that she just isn't ready for eating. She is gaining weight well, though she is still small- 50th percentile for length and 10th percentile for weight- 14 pounds 11.5 ounces. She has reached all of her developmental milestones and then some, and the doctors continue to comment on how adorable and happy she is.

Labor and Delivery: Labor bad, delivery okay

I went into labor on Thursday night while watching 'So You Think You Can Dance' with John and Gabe. The contractions were mild, but coming regularly. Over the next 24 hours the contractions got closer and closer together and more and more intense. John and I took a walk through Greer park to try and get things moving, but the contractions never got particularly painful. But, because my contractions had been getting stronger and were 5 minutes apart for several hours, we went to the hospital.

At my last doctor's visit I was 1 cm dilated, and after an exam at the hospital, was stiil 1 cm dilated. They told us that while I was in labor, the contractions were just not yet doing their job and that we should go home and wait it out. They gave me a sleeping pill and some pain medication since the contractions were strong enough to keep me awake and they wanted me to sleep since it was obvious that labor had started.

All day Saturday the contractions continued 5-8 minutes apart. John and I walked down to 7-11 to get slurpees since I couldn't muster the appetite for much of anything but liquids. The contractions were much worse on this walk as we had to stop and sway with each contraction. That night there was no way I could sleep, but I was still convinced that the contractions weren't strong enough to warrant going to the hospital. But, after a few hours of contractions that made me wince, we called the hospital to ask if we could come in for more sleep and pain medication. They told us to come in, so we made the drive.

I was hooked up to the monitors again and examined and told that while I had made some progress (1.5 cm and more thinned out) it still wasn't enough. They told us that sometimes labor drags out like this for several days and that they would give us some medication and send us home. My blood pressure was pretty high at this point (hmmm... 48 hours of labor and we're surprised my BP is up?), so they asked us to stay another hour to monitor it and see if it dropped. It started to, but they were concerned that I had pre-eclampsia and wanted to be sure that everything was okay. So, they took blood and urine and discovered that I didn't have pre-eclampsia, but that I was severely dehydrated. They got all my medication together and were just about to send me home when Starbuck's heart rate started dropping with each contraction. With all of this drama going on they decided to admit me and induce labor with pitocin.

Luckily, Starbuck's heart rate evened out pretty quickly after we were admitted. The pitocin was started around midnight early Sunday. The contractions picked up right away, and at 3 AM I had had enough.

(Not happy about the contractions)

I was really hesitant to get an epidural, since I was only 1.5 cm dilated at my last exam, but the other option only provided relief for an hour, and I needed rest. By 4 AM the epidural was in by a fellow UCLA Bruin Alum who complained through a good portion of the epidural that there weren't enough clubs in Palo Alto and how much better the night life was in Los Angeles. Not exactly the conversation I wanted to be having while he shoved a giant needle in my back, but oh well.

(Yay, epidural!)

I slept for a couple of hours until our nurse came in at 6 AM to do another exam. I lovved our nurse. She was with us during the false alarm Friday night and again when we were hooked up to the monitors on Saturday. She was so nice and encouraging and made the whole process so much less stressful. She told me that maybe since I had gotten to relax for a few hours that I was 8 cm now. I laughed and told her that I would be happy with 3 cm. She checked me and told me that she needed to check with one of the doctor's. The doctor came in and checked me and they agreed that I was already 7 cm! The nurse had wanted a doctor to check and be sure because she didn't want to get my hopes up unnecessarily. Our doctor had apparently been on shift for several days straight and was at home sleeping. They didn't want to call her until they were sure that I was progressing, so they called her at this point to let her know to be on watch.

After about an hour I started to feel a lot of pressure. They checked me and I was fully dilated. John decided to take a bathroom break at this point since things were moving so quickly. Of course, it was at this point that my water broke. The nurse told us that there was meconium in the amniotic fluid (Starbuck's first bowel movement), that I wouldn't be able to hold the baby right away because a pediatric team would have to be present at the delivery to suction out the baby's lungs and make sure that he or she was okay. They called our doctor and told her to cpme to the hospital. The nurse had me do a "practice push" to see how well I did. Her shift was over at this point, but if the delivery was going to be fast she wanted to stay and see us through to the end. I started to push and she told me stop because the baby was so close. I had to wait to push again until the doctor made it to the hospital, which was very uncomfortable. I pushed through two contractions and Starbuck's head was out, one more contractions and Starbuck was out at 7:41 AM. The doctor told John to tell me what the baby was and, as we had suspected, it was a girl.

She was whisked to the side of the room by the pediatricians and examined.

(Emery's first picture)

She was perfectly healthy, weighed 6 pounds, 8 ounces, and was 19.5 inches long. After what was probably only a few minutes, but seemed like a few hours, I got to hold her.

We decided to name her Emery Isabella. Emery because we liked the name, Isabella after family members on both sides. Our back-up name, Olivia, just didn't seem to fit the spunky little girl we had in our arms.

Non Stress Test Version 5.0

It looks like things are changing. Since John had never been to one of my non-stress tests I dragged him out of bed today so he could see what they are like (plus he missed the worst doctor's appointment ever last Friday, so he owed me one). The baby was pretty responsive, although he/she didn't move around at all for the first ten minutes. The new feature of this visit was that I was contracting every 5-10 minutes for the entire appointment. Because I'm getting close to my due date and the contractions are starting to get painful they decided to do an ultrasound to check the fluid levels and make sure I wasn't leaking fluid. I didn't get to see the baby because the ultrasound machine was oriented away from me, but John said Starbuck looks big and strong. My fluid levels were fine, but they told me this may very well have been my last non-stress test.

My blood pressure was up and I'm not sure why this surprised them since I was contracting and that hurts AND they had just freaked me out by telling me I needed an ultrasound. But I have to be on the lookout for any other signs of pre-eclampsia, which would mean an immediate delivery.

Let's just say I was happy that John was around to hear it all and keep me calm, although he looked a little pale coming out of the clinic :)

July Doctor's Appointment

Worst. Doctor's. Appointment. Ever. Avery has been freaking out whenever both John and I leave the apartment, so I gave John his first ever pass from coming to a doctor's appointment. Boy did that come back to bite me in the butt. The waiting room was PACKED when I got in, with standing room only for a lot of very pregnant women. Don't get me started on how angry I was that not a single father/grandmother/child/barely pregnant woman offered to give up their seat for the rest of us. Our regular resident was again unavailable. The system we signed up for was to see the same resident and attending physician every time, but our resident never seems to be around. Most of the time this has worked out just fine, I see a different resident but the same attending, so there is always a little consistency. Not today. Totally different resident, totally different attending. The resident finally came into the room after I'd been waiting an hour, told me that I was measuring 35 weeks (not 37.5 as I should be) and that the baby weighed about 5 pounds, but that I shouldn't worry because that was in normal range. The attending came in and was told this information and completely freaked out, said that the baby was WAY too small, that I'd have to go in for an ultrasound to determine what was wrong with the baby, and lots of scary possibilities I didn't need to hear. The attending finally decided to check me herself and realized that the resident had measured incorrectly, that the baby was just "all over the place", not tucked nicely, and was probably over six pounds, as he/she should be.

Then I got a couple of nice lectures about how I needed to eat more calcium and why in the world hadn't I already figured out what birth control we were going to use after the birth. That latter lecture was a nightmare and a half, but I'll spare you the details. Oh, and as they were walking out of the room they remembered to tell me that they had detected that I was bleeding. But it is probably just a bladder infection, maybe, we'll wait a see a week to see how that develops.

I guess I've been lucky that I never had any real reason to worry about the baby this entire pregnancy. But this last appointment has added more stress than I'm really ready for this late in the game. Everything is probably fine- the baby really isn't that small, and whatever is causing the bleeding doesn't seem to affect the baby as my non-stress tests have always been great, the baby is moving around a lot, and his/her heartrate was normal. The appointment was just handled poorly and left me feeling like I was doing something terribly wrong. I can't wait to see my regular resident/attending, which unfortunately might never happen as they aren't available for appointments until my due date!

Non Stress Test Version 4.0

We're in the midst of unpacking, still recovering from moving, and it is ridiculously hot, so I was pretty exhausted at today's test. I tried really hard not to, but lying down with all those soft pillows for half an hour put me right to sleep. The nurses laughed and said that pretty much everyone had fallen asleep that day, probably because of the heat. But Starbuck was cooperative again, so we were in and out pretty fast.

Non Stress Test Version 3.0

Baby looks great. The nurses said Starbuck was the most cooperative baby of the day.