The plan was to have Tasha go to the hospital at 9pm on Tuesday night and if she was dilated less than a 3, she would have the medicine put on her cervix that softens it and prepares her for induction. Then, around 5am they would start her on pitocin to induce labor.
And, as it turned out, me, my mom and Tasha's parents all had trouble sleeping that night. We all averaged around three hours. My mom and I left the house around 6am after Tasha texted me to let me know they had started pitocin at 5am, right on schedule. I'm no longer an early riser and I don't drive in the dark often... and.... it was raining so I white knuckled the drive to the hospital and performed a less than perfect parking job AND left the lights on in the car. Fortunately Austin and Tasha's dad made a trip to McDonalds and noticed the car lights were on and fixed it for us.
Tasha was having some contractions with just the pitocin but they were having trouble keeping Cosette's heart rate on the monitor. Her heart rate was fine, she was just moving too much for them to consistently track it. They had to wait until the midwife came in and broke her water and was able to put the internal monitor in before they could increase her pitocin. I'm not crazy about the internal monitor because it scratches the baby's head but a small scratch beats the kind of things that could happen if the baby isn't monitored consistently.
The midwife stepped out and then stepped back into the room and asked me if I remember the last weight measurement they had done, what Cosette weighed then. She was 5lbs 14 ozs at that point, just shy of three weeks prior. I don't know if she was thinking it was a big baby or what her reason was for asking but I'm glad she knew that I would know, what with my brillo pad brain and all.
fiber one lemon dessert bars
And probably more, that's just what I can remember. The funny thing was that Austin's dad and stepmom also brought drinks (and I think snacks) and Cody and Marquee brought drinks and snacks. Marquee even made snickerdoodles! Apparently my family knows to bring food for any potential crisis situation. OR... we can picnic anywhere.
I walked on clouds to the waiting room to give everyone the news. I mean, surely my feet must have been on the floor but I sure didn't feel the floor. Cosette arrived at 3:05pm on April 29th - my birthday - weighing 6 lbs, 9 ozs. It didn't take long for Austin to walk out (barefooted. in a hospital. don't get me started!) and said that the moms could come back and then we'd bring more people back two by two. Barbara and I shared a side hug while we walked and said, "we did it!". Cosette was so tiny... tinier than anything I've ever seen. She was still wide eyed because they hadn't put the silver nitrate drops in her eyes yet. I held her and told her I was her Nana and that I would love her for the rest of my life and a lot of other things that I don't remember. We stayed maybe ten minutes and then they shoo'ed us out the door again to bathe the baby and stuff like that.
Yesterday morning I dragged myself up and out to the hospital to get another cuddle or two because I knew I wanted to give them a few days to settle in at home without company. I went, took a few more pictures (without the flash on most, oh well!) and then went to get Chick-fil-a for my mom and I for lunch to reward ourselves for surviving the long day before.
Yesterday afternoon my sister-in-law Angie took Sarabeth and Jamie to see Cosette. Austin snapped photos on his cell for me.
Then, a little later, they released them from the hospital. Cosette had just a touch of jaundice and had to go back today for a bilirubin check. Austin had to go back to work today (if you're local and you stop by Ingles, ask him to show you a picture of the baby!) Tasha's doing well with nursing. Cosette right now is mainly cluster feeding and just trying to get the process down. Austin has changed a poopy diaper. He's doing great with her and can I just say? My mommy heart was so proud of how supportive he was for Tasha throughout labor and delivery. He stayed at the hospital every night with her. My kids' dad didn't. And heck, my dad didn't even watch the delivery of us kids. So Austin is definitely a modern, hands on dad which comes in part, I think, from being raised by a mama who taught him at every turn how to be kind and think of others.
I'm sure I left out a lot of stuff and maybe even got things crossed up a bit but... there you have it.... the birth of my first grandchild. She is fearfully and wonderfully made.
Love and hugs, y'all!
Oliver Joel... due in July!