So here is an update on the Jaundice.
As many of you know we went back to the hospital on Saturday. We were there until Monday afternoon when we got to go home. The home health nurse came today to check her levels again. She was down to 12.8 when we left the hospital but today she is back up to 15.4. We have not heard from the doctor, only the home health nurse so as far as I know we are not going back to the hospital. We have a pedi appointment tomorrow so I am sure they will draw more blood then.
As for our plan of attack, we had pushed her feedings to 3 hours apart because she was not acting hungry when we were feeding every 2 hours but, now that her levels are back up I am going to start feeding her every 2 hours again to see if I can get the levels back down by tomorrow. I guess I won't be getting much sleep tonight.
On a happier note she is 1 week old tomorrow. I can't believe she has already been with us for almost a week...
Tuesday, December 30, 2008
Sunday, December 28, 2008
The Birth - Keith's version
Ok so I'm going to start this post off by saying I have not yet read what Meggan posted about the delivery of Elizabeth Susan McCusker. So with that said, here is my version of what happened only a few short days ago.
It is a tuesday night...just like any other tuesday night. Meggan come home from work and has this super long list of things we needed to do around the house before we left for NH for x-mas. We tackle the list of packing, cleaning, sweeping, mopping, vacuuming, cleaning the bathrooms, dishes, etc. because we are going away for 2 nights??? (Surge of energy/nesting = Hint #1) In the middle of all this cleaning at like 1030pm at night meggan decides to eat 2 veggie burgers that were way in the back dark reaches of our freezer. (energy loading via food = Hint #2) We finally are all packed and decide to lay in bed and watch a movie. Meggan falls asleep half way through the movie (no not hint 3, she does this with every movie we watch) and I decide what the hell, I've got nothing big to do tomorrow, just drive to NH for x-mas eve, I'll stay up and finish the movie. So at 1210am I turn off the movie and go to sleep.
Next thing I know meggan is coming back into the bedroom from the bathroom to tell me her water just broke (water breaks = BIG HINT #3) and I wake up thinking I must have been asleep for at least 4 or 5 hours. I look at the clock to see it is 1230am. She calls the doctor to see what they want us to do while I lay in bed making sure I'm not having a dream. The doc says come on down...your the next contestant on The Baby is Coming show! So we grab the hospital bag we had just packed that night...just in case...and head up to the hospital.
Here is where I am going to brag a little bit about how tough of a chick I married. We get up to the birthing center and get all settled into our room and the hook meggan up to a bunch of machines...probably around 130am at this point. The nurse asks have you had any contractions yet, Meggan says no. Again the nurse asks and meggan says, well maybe I just feel a little cramping. As meggan is saying this, the nurse looks at the monitor and says, well your having a pretty big contraction right now. Looks like they do make them Northern New Hampshire girls tough up in these parts.
So at 7am the doctor we talked to at 1230am leaves for the day but on his way out he says we are 4 cms along. We do the whole pitocin thing and the contractions start to get closer together and stronger and stronger and stronger. Eventually meggan says she's had enough and is thinking about an epidural. She did the first 12 hours of this whole thing naturally...I think its time for the epidural too. Just before they give it to her, she is about 6 cms. Just after they give it to her, she power naps for 30 minutes and they check again and she's 10cms...game time! They start to wean her off of the epidural so she can push.
Oh I didn't even mention yet the doctor who came on after our first doc left at 7am. The new doctor was amazing. She was the one out of the 6 docs at the practice we had yet to met...go figure she'll be the one to deliver our child. Anyway the only catch with this doctor was that she looked like she was maybe old enough to buy beer. I was worried that every time she walked out of our room someone would be passing her notes in the hallway and she'd be busy chatting high school gossip during study hall. Obviously she knew what she was doing or she wouldn't be a doc at the hospital so we just ran with it. Anyway back to the story at hand...after another nursing shift change we get to the good stuff.
At 415pm Meggan starts to push. I was on the side of her bed, expecting to stay up by meggan's head and just wait for my cue to cut the umbilical cord, when the nurse looks right at me and says, OK I'll hold this leg you get that leg. Next thing I know I've got a ring side seat for the most amazing experience of my life. With some amazing pushing, next thing I know at 459 pm out comes Elizabeth Susan McCusker, weighing in at 6 pounds 15 ounces and a length of 19.5 inches.
I know I'm pretty biased and I'm not really that versed in seeing new born babies, yet I'll go out on the a limb here and say she was the most beautiful new born baby ever born. Just hearing that first cry out of her mouth brought tears to my eyes and to meggan's as well. They put her on meggan's chest and as those two bonded I just stood there amazed at the whole experience. Eventually I get awakened from my nirvana like trance to cut the umbilical cord...at this point I knew I had to step up my game. Meggan just had the best delivery of any baby that day at the hospital, Elizabeth was the most beautiful baby of all the babies delivered that day, I knew I had to do my best at cutting the cord and live up to the best cord cutter of the day award. I cut through that cord like a Jedi cutting a wet noodle with his light saber. Oh I probably should point out that it was X-mas ever that all of this is taking place, so we were the only family in the birthing center...but even so we still had a great delivery and a great baby girl!
We then spent the rest of that night and x-mas day just hanging out the three of us for the first time. Of course we saw tons different nurses, doctors, lactation consultants, food delivery people and even our pastor from church came to visit, yet those alone times with just the 3 of us made Christmas 08 an experience of a lifetime.
I know everyone wants to see pictures...I'll be working on that this next week. To hold you over until then, you can see a few pictures here on my facebook page. Just follow this link...
http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=2020444&l=29599&id=70000700
It is a tuesday night...just like any other tuesday night. Meggan come home from work and has this super long list of things we needed to do around the house before we left for NH for x-mas. We tackle the list of packing, cleaning, sweeping, mopping, vacuuming, cleaning the bathrooms, dishes, etc. because we are going away for 2 nights??? (Surge of energy/nesting = Hint #1) In the middle of all this cleaning at like 1030pm at night meggan decides to eat 2 veggie burgers that were way in the back dark reaches of our freezer. (energy loading via food = Hint #2) We finally are all packed and decide to lay in bed and watch a movie. Meggan falls asleep half way through the movie (no not hint 3, she does this with every movie we watch) and I decide what the hell, I've got nothing big to do tomorrow, just drive to NH for x-mas eve, I'll stay up and finish the movie. So at 1210am I turn off the movie and go to sleep.
Next thing I know meggan is coming back into the bedroom from the bathroom to tell me her water just broke (water breaks = BIG HINT #3) and I wake up thinking I must have been asleep for at least 4 or 5 hours. I look at the clock to see it is 1230am. She calls the doctor to see what they want us to do while I lay in bed making sure I'm not having a dream. The doc says come on down...your the next contestant on The Baby is Coming show! So we grab the hospital bag we had just packed that night...just in case...and head up to the hospital.
Here is where I am going to brag a little bit about how tough of a chick I married. We get up to the birthing center and get all settled into our room and the hook meggan up to a bunch of machines...probably around 130am at this point. The nurse asks have you had any contractions yet, Meggan says no. Again the nurse asks and meggan says, well maybe I just feel a little cramping. As meggan is saying this, the nurse looks at the monitor and says, well your having a pretty big contraction right now. Looks like they do make them Northern New Hampshire girls tough up in these parts.
So at 7am the doctor we talked to at 1230am leaves for the day but on his way out he says we are 4 cms along. We do the whole pitocin thing and the contractions start to get closer together and stronger and stronger and stronger. Eventually meggan says she's had enough and is thinking about an epidural. She did the first 12 hours of this whole thing naturally...I think its time for the epidural too. Just before they give it to her, she is about 6 cms. Just after they give it to her, she power naps for 30 minutes and they check again and she's 10cms...game time! They start to wean her off of the epidural so she can push.
Oh I didn't even mention yet the doctor who came on after our first doc left at 7am. The new doctor was amazing. She was the one out of the 6 docs at the practice we had yet to met...go figure she'll be the one to deliver our child. Anyway the only catch with this doctor was that she looked like she was maybe old enough to buy beer. I was worried that every time she walked out of our room someone would be passing her notes in the hallway and she'd be busy chatting high school gossip during study hall. Obviously she knew what she was doing or she wouldn't be a doc at the hospital so we just ran with it. Anyway back to the story at hand...after another nursing shift change we get to the good stuff.
At 415pm Meggan starts to push. I was on the side of her bed, expecting to stay up by meggan's head and just wait for my cue to cut the umbilical cord, when the nurse looks right at me and says, OK I'll hold this leg you get that leg. Next thing I know I've got a ring side seat for the most amazing experience of my life. With some amazing pushing, next thing I know at 459 pm out comes Elizabeth Susan McCusker, weighing in at 6 pounds 15 ounces and a length of 19.5 inches.
I know I'm pretty biased and I'm not really that versed in seeing new born babies, yet I'll go out on the a limb here and say she was the most beautiful new born baby ever born. Just hearing that first cry out of her mouth brought tears to my eyes and to meggan's as well. They put her on meggan's chest and as those two bonded I just stood there amazed at the whole experience. Eventually I get awakened from my nirvana like trance to cut the umbilical cord...at this point I knew I had to step up my game. Meggan just had the best delivery of any baby that day at the hospital, Elizabeth was the most beautiful baby of all the babies delivered that day, I knew I had to do my best at cutting the cord and live up to the best cord cutter of the day award. I cut through that cord like a Jedi cutting a wet noodle with his light saber. Oh I probably should point out that it was X-mas ever that all of this is taking place, so we were the only family in the birthing center...but even so we still had a great delivery and a great baby girl!
We then spent the rest of that night and x-mas day just hanging out the three of us for the first time. Of course we saw tons different nurses, doctors, lactation consultants, food delivery people and even our pastor from church came to visit, yet those alone times with just the 3 of us made Christmas 08 an experience of a lifetime.
I know everyone wants to see pictures...I'll be working on that this next week. To hold you over until then, you can see a few pictures here on my facebook page. Just follow this link...
http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=2020444&l=29599&id=70000700
Where to begin...
Where to begin...
Monday the 22nd was our last child birth class. I didn't think I would be able to go because there were games at school and I didn't expect Keith to attend the breastfeeding child birth class by himself but I was able to go because the games at school got canceled due to weather. I let Keith off the hook because he had to make a cheesecake to take to Mom and Dad's for Christmas (more on this later). The class was good and very informative.
Tuesday the 23rd was my doctor's appointment. I picked Keith up at work and off we went. Doctors appointment was uneventful. I had the GBS test done and scheduled appointments for the next three weeks which was when I would be at 40 weeks. I was considered full term this week at 37 weeks. After the doctors appointment I took Keith back to work and went to get my haircut. I had not had my haircut since finding out I was pregnant and it really needed it. Now most of you know everyone throughout my pregnancy has been guessing that I am having a boy. Ginny (my hairdresser) took one look at me and said girl. I refused to believe her. After the haircut I went home, had lunch and then to wal-mart to buy a few stocking stuffers for Keith and I. That afternoon I went to work and at this point I should have known something was up. I kept getting this urge to clean my office I was thinking that I should organize in case I didn't come back due to having the baby after my 3 days off. Of course I denied the urge to clean and my office is still a mess. I also made a list of everything that I wanted to due at home before we left.
I left work about 845 and the whole way home I couldn't deny the feeling that something was going to happen that night. Call it a mother's intuition. I got home and Keith and I finished packing and cleaning. About 1030 we crawled into bed and started watching a movie. I guess I fell asleep about 1130. At 1230 I woke up to use the bathroom. When I got to the bathroom I barely made it to the toliet and I thought that was weird because it had never happened before. I then realized that my water had just broken. I went into the bedroom and woke up Keith (who had only been asleep about 20 minutes) and told him that my water had just broken and I was going to call the doctor. The doctor told me that we needed to head to the hosptial because they didn't know my GBS status. I also called my mom and she wanted to head over right away but I told her she didn't need to because we didn't know how long it would be.
We got to the hospital around 130 and I wasn't really having much for contractions. They put me on monitors, started and IV and told both Keith and I to try to get some sleep. Keith was able to get a little bit of sleep but I couldn't sleep at all. At seven the doctor came to check me and found I was 4 cm. I was impressed because I wasn't really having much for contractions. They were coming about every 5-7 minutes and were lasting about 45 seconds, but not getting a lot stronger. At this point he ordered pitocin (which is no fun) and he went off call. Keith and I decided to walk the halls for a bit to see if we could get something going as well. I talked with parents eventually and found out that they were on their way over and would be there about 1030. We walked the halls and talked with my parents once they got here. Around 1 pm I was getting really uncomfortable and wanted to be checked to see where I was. The doctor came in and said that I was 6-7 cm, with that news I decided that I wanted an epidural.
The anestesiologist came in and it took her 3 tries to get my epidural in but that thing was a god send. While she was placing it I was very uncomfortable and feeling lots of pressure. Once the epidural was in and I was laying down I told the nurse that I was feeling lots of pressure and the doctor came to check me. I was completely dialated but they wanted me to "labor done" a bit to let the epidural wear off. I was able to take a short nap, which made all the difference in the world. About 4 pm we decided that I should start pushing. I began pushing at about 420 and at 459 pm on Christmas Eve Elizabeth Susan McCusker was born. She came into this world weighing a petite 6 pounds 15 ounces and 19.5 inches long.
We were in the hospital until the 26th at about 11. We went home, had a good first day at home but unforunetly ended up back in the hospital due to jaundice on Saturday the 27th. So I am typing this as she sleeps under the "billi" lights. She had blood drawn at about 10 this morning by and home health nurse and the levels came back too high so we had to come back in. This is very hard for me but I know its for the best.
She had blood drawn again tonight and her levels are down a few points. If this continues and her levels are even lower in the morning we will probably (keep us in your thoughts and prayers) be able to go back home.
I wanted to get this all down before it escaped in the land of mommy brain. This was one of the most amazing experiences of my whole life and I have a whole new appreciation for what my body is capable of doing.
Have a great day and stay tuned for more Lizzie Sue updates and Keith's version of the birth story.
Monday the 22nd was our last child birth class. I didn't think I would be able to go because there were games at school and I didn't expect Keith to attend the breastfeeding child birth class by himself but I was able to go because the games at school got canceled due to weather. I let Keith off the hook because he had to make a cheesecake to take to Mom and Dad's for Christmas (more on this later). The class was good and very informative.
Tuesday the 23rd was my doctor's appointment. I picked Keith up at work and off we went. Doctors appointment was uneventful. I had the GBS test done and scheduled appointments for the next three weeks which was when I would be at 40 weeks. I was considered full term this week at 37 weeks. After the doctors appointment I took Keith back to work and went to get my haircut. I had not had my haircut since finding out I was pregnant and it really needed it. Now most of you know everyone throughout my pregnancy has been guessing that I am having a boy. Ginny (my hairdresser) took one look at me and said girl. I refused to believe her. After the haircut I went home, had lunch and then to wal-mart to buy a few stocking stuffers for Keith and I. That afternoon I went to work and at this point I should have known something was up. I kept getting this urge to clean my office I was thinking that I should organize in case I didn't come back due to having the baby after my 3 days off. Of course I denied the urge to clean and my office is still a mess. I also made a list of everything that I wanted to due at home before we left.
I left work about 845 and the whole way home I couldn't deny the feeling that something was going to happen that night. Call it a mother's intuition. I got home and Keith and I finished packing and cleaning. About 1030 we crawled into bed and started watching a movie. I guess I fell asleep about 1130. At 1230 I woke up to use the bathroom. When I got to the bathroom I barely made it to the toliet and I thought that was weird because it had never happened before. I then realized that my water had just broken. I went into the bedroom and woke up Keith (who had only been asleep about 20 minutes) and told him that my water had just broken and I was going to call the doctor. The doctor told me that we needed to head to the hosptial because they didn't know my GBS status. I also called my mom and she wanted to head over right away but I told her she didn't need to because we didn't know how long it would be.
We got to the hospital around 130 and I wasn't really having much for contractions. They put me on monitors, started and IV and told both Keith and I to try to get some sleep. Keith was able to get a little bit of sleep but I couldn't sleep at all. At seven the doctor came to check me and found I was 4 cm. I was impressed because I wasn't really having much for contractions. They were coming about every 5-7 minutes and were lasting about 45 seconds, but not getting a lot stronger. At this point he ordered pitocin (which is no fun) and he went off call. Keith and I decided to walk the halls for a bit to see if we could get something going as well. I talked with parents eventually and found out that they were on their way over and would be there about 1030. We walked the halls and talked with my parents once they got here. Around 1 pm I was getting really uncomfortable and wanted to be checked to see where I was. The doctor came in and said that I was 6-7 cm, with that news I decided that I wanted an epidural.
The anestesiologist came in and it took her 3 tries to get my epidural in but that thing was a god send. While she was placing it I was very uncomfortable and feeling lots of pressure. Once the epidural was in and I was laying down I told the nurse that I was feeling lots of pressure and the doctor came to check me. I was completely dialated but they wanted me to "labor done" a bit to let the epidural wear off. I was able to take a short nap, which made all the difference in the world. About 4 pm we decided that I should start pushing. I began pushing at about 420 and at 459 pm on Christmas Eve Elizabeth Susan McCusker was born. She came into this world weighing a petite 6 pounds 15 ounces and 19.5 inches long.
We were in the hospital until the 26th at about 11. We went home, had a good first day at home but unforunetly ended up back in the hospital due to jaundice on Saturday the 27th. So I am typing this as she sleeps under the "billi" lights. She had blood drawn at about 10 this morning by and home health nurse and the levels came back too high so we had to come back in. This is very hard for me but I know its for the best.
She had blood drawn again tonight and her levels are down a few points. If this continues and her levels are even lower in the morning we will probably (keep us in your thoughts and prayers) be able to go back home.
I wanted to get this all down before it escaped in the land of mommy brain. This was one of the most amazing experiences of my whole life and I have a whole new appreciation for what my body is capable of doing.
Have a great day and stay tuned for more Lizzie Sue updates and Keith's version of the birth story.
Thursday, December 18, 2008
the crib...a comedy of errors
So this past Saturday Meggan and I took on the wonderful adventure of putting our crib together. Now not to toot my own horn (honk honk) but I'm a pretty good guy when it comes to "assembly required" projects. I've put together tables, desks, bookshelves, curio cabinets, tv stands and many other projects over the years growing up with my father...yet I might as well have been following the directions to make an atomic bomb...this thing was crazy!
Not only was it fun trying to follow the directions, the pictures could have been made by the geico caveman on a cave wall somewhere. To top it all off, none of the parts had a sticker on them labeling them A, B, C, etc. So let the guessing games begin. And then doing this project together, yes as special as it is being our first crib, first child, first nursery to set up, it really is a great test of any married couples communication skills. I'm amazed that "putting the crib together" isn't right next to "irreconcilable differences" as a reason why courts will allow a divorce.
All kidding aside we actually did really well putting it all together. Even with the drop down front side panel having to be installed a very specific way, we still got it all together. Then we got to the last step. We had this entire crib set up correctly and all we had to do was put the sliders on the drawer underneath the crib and slide it into place. Interestingly enough that was all the directions said too...no kidding..."attached gliders to side of drawer and slide into place." Don't even ask about the picture for this last step...my cats make better drawings in their litter boxes. Three attempts later, we finally had the gliders attached properly and were able to slide the drawer in place.
Beautiful white and cocoa crib = shower gift from parents-in-law and grandparents-in-law
2 hours on a saturday = 1 hour longer than I thought it would take
2 = number of times i stepped on the extra screw laying on the nursery floor
Memories I'll cherish for the rest of my life = PRICELESS
Pictures of the nursery to be posted next week, check back soon!
Cheers,
~Keith
Not only was it fun trying to follow the directions, the pictures could have been made by the geico caveman on a cave wall somewhere. To top it all off, none of the parts had a sticker on them labeling them A, B, C, etc. So let the guessing games begin. And then doing this project together, yes as special as it is being our first crib, first child, first nursery to set up, it really is a great test of any married couples communication skills. I'm amazed that "putting the crib together" isn't right next to "irreconcilable differences" as a reason why courts will allow a divorce.
All kidding aside we actually did really well putting it all together. Even with the drop down front side panel having to be installed a very specific way, we still got it all together. Then we got to the last step. We had this entire crib set up correctly and all we had to do was put the sliders on the drawer underneath the crib and slide it into place. Interestingly enough that was all the directions said too...no kidding..."attached gliders to side of drawer and slide into place." Don't even ask about the picture for this last step...my cats make better drawings in their litter boxes. Three attempts later, we finally had the gliders attached properly and were able to slide the drawer in place.
Beautiful white and cocoa crib = shower gift from parents-in-law and grandparents-in-law
2 hours on a saturday = 1 hour longer than I thought it would take
2 = number of times i stepped on the extra screw laying on the nursery floor
Memories I'll cherish for the rest of my life = PRICELESS
Pictures of the nursery to be posted next week, check back soon!
Cheers,
~Keith
Friday, December 12, 2008
Can't sleep
So I thought I would update the blog. It has been a long time and I have thought about doing this several times and even started composing entries in my head but never got to writing them down so here goes nothing.
It is currently 4:53 am and I have been up since about 3:30. Just can't sleep, Keith came out to check on me and I told him to go back to bed. No use in both of us not sleeping. We are also in the middle of a snow storm so I am anxious to see if school will be cancelled...not that the games tonight would be but one can hope.
Since this is supposed to be about the baby and the pregnancy I will update on our last two classes. The class after "the video class" frustrated me. It was not due to the instructor or MOST of the participants. There is this one girl in the class who is obviously young (I know I am not that old) but she acts very young. She is not at the class with the baby's father but her BFF (best friend forever). During this class they kept going off on tangents and asking what I would call dumb questions (I know there is no such thing as a dumb question but trust me on this one).
Some how we got on the topic of breastfeeding which is fine because that goes right along with the baby stuff in my mind and we got talking about how the baby should latch. Well if you have done even a little bit of reading you know that the baby should take the nipple as well as a good chunk of areola into its mouth to make breast feeding easier/more comfortable. Well this girl didn't know where her areola was!!! How do you make it out of high school and not know where your areola is. It was like 9th grade health all over again. I was so frustrated and so was Keith. We had a long talk about that one and still joke about it.
Anyway the class this past Monday was much better. The "girl" was not at this class and I feel like the class on a whole was much more fluid and informative. During this class we did a birth rehearsal which is basically the instructor reading a script from the beginning of labor to the end. During this we practiced the different breathing techniques and relaxation techniques we had learned in the weeks before to get us through contractions. It was a lot of fun although I am not sure how realistic it was. We shall see when the time comes.
We also did a really interesting exercise. We were all given 14 note cards with opposing statements written on each side of the card. (i.e. epidural/no epidural, intermittent fetal monitoring/ constant fetal monitoring). We were told to go through the cards and pick out our perfect birth. We were then told to pick up cards until there were only 3 left. This exercise was to show us that all that matters in labor and delivery is a healthy baby in the end. I have come to realize that my birth plan looks something like this.
1. go to hospital
2. go home with healthy baby
Those are the only 2 things that matter to me. I am in no way prepared to have a home/car/ambulance delivery so I want to be in the hospital and I want to come home with a healthy baby in the end.
Hope everyone has a good day!
It is currently 4:53 am and I have been up since about 3:30. Just can't sleep, Keith came out to check on me and I told him to go back to bed. No use in both of us not sleeping. We are also in the middle of a snow storm so I am anxious to see if school will be cancelled...not that the games tonight would be but one can hope.
Since this is supposed to be about the baby and the pregnancy I will update on our last two classes. The class after "the video class" frustrated me. It was not due to the instructor or MOST of the participants. There is this one girl in the class who is obviously young (I know I am not that old) but she acts very young. She is not at the class with the baby's father but her BFF (best friend forever). During this class they kept going off on tangents and asking what I would call dumb questions (I know there is no such thing as a dumb question but trust me on this one).
Some how we got on the topic of breastfeeding which is fine because that goes right along with the baby stuff in my mind and we got talking about how the baby should latch. Well if you have done even a little bit of reading you know that the baby should take the nipple as well as a good chunk of areola into its mouth to make breast feeding easier/more comfortable. Well this girl didn't know where her areola was!!! How do you make it out of high school and not know where your areola is. It was like 9th grade health all over again. I was so frustrated and so was Keith. We had a long talk about that one and still joke about it.
Anyway the class this past Monday was much better. The "girl" was not at this class and I feel like the class on a whole was much more fluid and informative. During this class we did a birth rehearsal which is basically the instructor reading a script from the beginning of labor to the end. During this we practiced the different breathing techniques and relaxation techniques we had learned in the weeks before to get us through contractions. It was a lot of fun although I am not sure how realistic it was. We shall see when the time comes.
We also did a really interesting exercise. We were all given 14 note cards with opposing statements written on each side of the card. (i.e. epidural/no epidural, intermittent fetal monitoring/ constant fetal monitoring). We were told to go through the cards and pick out our perfect birth. We were then told to pick up cards until there were only 3 left. This exercise was to show us that all that matters in labor and delivery is a healthy baby in the end. I have come to realize that my birth plan looks something like this.
1. go to hospital
2. go home with healthy baby
Those are the only 2 things that matter to me. I am in no way prepared to have a home/car/ambulance delivery so I want to be in the hospital and I want to come home with a healthy baby in the end.
Hope everyone has a good day!
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