He is here! Quinlan Egyji - April 2nd

So it's a really long birth story and NOTHING like we had planned, but he is healthy and doing well. And nursing! Rayne never was able to latch well and so this time it was a huge goal to have Quinn breastfeed and he's doing it! So we are thrilled with that too. So here is the birth story... Monday night I ate a piece of fried chicken from Yokes and immediately had really bad pains in my stomach. I figured it just didn't agree with me and it would pass after I laid down for a while. But after about 2-1/2 hours of that hideous pain I had to call Kelly and Lisa and tell them how much pain I was in and there was no way I could drive to go get Dave...so my Mom had to go to their house to sit with Indy and Esme and Kelly and Lisa came over so Lisa could be here with me and Rayne and Kelly went and got Dave. Quite the fiasco. I still figured it would pass...I took peppermint oil and whatever else I could think of that might help and nothing was working. So we called my midwife to get her advice and she thought it was very possible that I was in labor and she would be over to check me. After she got here and checked me I wasn't dialated enough to be considered in labor like she thought. She hung out til like 3am and then Lisa stayed up with me until 5 am. I got maybe 2 hours sleep total in between severe cramping and pain. When things were still bad in the morning, we called Fran back over to check me again. There was no change in my cervix so labor was definently ruled out and Fran then suggested I go to the hospital and get checked out. So off to Kennewick General we went. I was admitted and they started doing tests to try and figure out what was going on. They did an ultrasound to see if they could see anything wrong with the gall bladder or the pancreas and found nothing. I was put on pain meds and hooked up to an I.V. After suffering all night and still not knowing what was going on, they took more blood to test and the Dr. was concerned with a couple of the results so we then had to decide on the fly to break my water and get the baby delivered to figure out what was going on. There was also the possibility of a partial placenta abruption. So I had my water broke and a epidural and then pitocin administered to get labor going. This was at about 8:30-9am. They also placed the fetal skull monitor on Quinn to keep track of him during the contractions which I really hated. The spinal wasn't wearing off very well and I hated feeling totally numb from the waist down. They then came in and told me they were going to start a magnesium I.V. for my blood pressure. And the nurse said it had a muscle relaxer in it so I would probably be pretty sleepy! I FLIPPED out on them..and said NO WAY. I asked them how they thought I was going to be able to push a baby out soon if I had yet another relaxer going in me. So we refused it until I could talk to my Dr. I told him what I was feeling and how I was feeling and that I thought my blood pressure was going up so high because they kept trying to put more and more into me and causing more problems for me both emotionally and physically. He was wonderful and listened to me and agreed to try it my way first. I told them I wanted to start feeling more and to stop the epi drip. Once I started feeling the contractions and breathing through them I actually felt better, weird as that sounds. I felt like I was in more control which was important for my state of being. I dialated quickly and when he came back in, said I was fully dialated and ready to push. I then began throwing up again and on the last puke, Quinn came shooting out of my like a canon ball. I hollered, "I think he's here!" and we lifted the blanket and sure enough...there he was...laying on the bed. He was beautiful and so so small looking. He was much smaller looking than Rayne did when she was born. 7lbs, 9oz and 19" long. And he looked just like Rayne. He was born April 2nd at 2:02 pm. I thought that was cool. And 4+2+2 = 8...the year of his birth. So after his birth I thought I was doing ok, but then the pain meds wore off and I was still in a lot of pain. A LOT of pain. So they took me up for an Xray and then later for a CT scan. They finally found a blockage and I had to have a tube put up my nose and down to my stomach to pump out the upper part of my bowels and allow whatever was doing the blocking to pass and then give my intestines a rest to correct the problem. It was the most horrible thing having that tube put in. HORRIBLE. It was there for 3 days and I couldn't eat or drink. I could suck on ice at first which would just get sucked right out so I was thirsty ALL the time...there was never any relief from that. By the time I got to eat something Saturday night...clear broth..I was STARVING. Food never tasted so good...even broth. After seeing that I could tolerate clear liquid they removed the tube and the next day upgraded me to a full liquid diet and I finally got to go home. I'm getting better everyday...less pain and all. Quinn is doing great...a little sniffly so we are trying to keep him warm and he's nursing really well so far. My milk came in today and he's loving it...much more satisfied and sleeping more. He's been sleeping so much today, I might be in for a long night...we'll see. So there's the story of Quinn's birth. Not what we had imagined but we are so so thankful for his safe arrival and my recovery. I'm glad it's over and I'm glad I'm done having babies. SO DONE.