This is the most precious, beautiful, sweet face I have ever seen.
My heart is so full of love for this little girl, and it has only been 16 days since I laid eyes on her. I can't believe how lucky and blessed I am to be her mommy.We went home to pack our bags...our little girl was coming within the next few days!! I finally was tired enough to fall asleep (kind of) for a few hours, and then we headed up to visit my parents, and to be closer to the hospital, you know, just in case. We walked around the neighborhood a LOT, and my contractions were coming every 2 minutes, and they were starting to hurt pretty bad, so we thought maybe we should head back to the hospital. We went back to my parents' house, and as I sat on the couch to catch my breath, my contractions STOPPED. Not spread out, not get less painful, FULL ON STOPPED. I cried. We went back home to get some rest, and hope that maybe we'd have to go back to the hospital sooner rather than later.
The next morning we got ready for church, went, taught our lesson in primary, and went back home. Nothing. No more contractions, and I was frustrated. We decided to visit Logan's parents and walk laps around the park behind their house to see if maybe we could get things started up again. 3 miles later, I suddenly had the worst back pressure of my life. I was hurting so bad it was hard to breathe...hooray!! And off to the hospital we went.
They checked me again, but whoops, she felt a "hand" and went to go get an ultrasound machine to check the situation out. The plan was to break my water, push the hand back behind the head, and I would deliver like normal. However, once they checked me with the ultrasound, it was not our little girl's hand, but her FOOT. We had thought she had been head down this whole time, but it turns out every time they checked my progress and felt her "head," it was actually her little bum. Not only were her feet down, but her umbilical cord had also pooled up at the bottom of my uterus, which could be a bad sign--if my water were to break, the cord would be flushed out, followed by a foot, which would pinch her oxygen supply off.
My doctor came and checked me out too, and gave me my options of where to go from there. He thought maybe we could do an external aversion, where they turn the baby around by pushing on her on the outside, or I could have a c-section that night and get her out, or we could wait a few days and see if she would flip on her own. However, after seeing that I was already dialated to 4 centimeters, "waiting it out" was off the table, as was an external aversion, since the chances of my water breaking were too high, and I would have to be put under for a panicked emergency c-section. My only option to make sure our baby got here safely was to go through with the c-section. Out of all of this, I will never forget how kind and loving my doctor was towards Logan and me. I remember asking him, "If I was your daughter, what would you have me do?" He assured me that they would keep both me and my baby safe, and that this was for the best. (To my sister in laws--thank you for sending me Dr. Liddle's way, he really is the best)
My whole pregnancy I was scared of getting an episiotomy, and here I was facing a much larger, much deeper cut through my abdomen. I was terrified!! I called my daddy, and had him come down to the hospital to help Logan give me a priesthood blessing. Amidst all this, Logan filled his parents in on the plan, and they also came down to the hospital. There were twins being delivered before me, so we had about an hour to chat and try to calm down.
At 11:40 p.m., Sadie Marie came into this world. Logan, who had previously said he did not want to watch her come out, stood up and looked over the blue curtain thing and watched them pull her out of me. I remember looking up at his face, and he was in complete awe. He was smiling from ear to ear when he first laid eyes on her. After she was out, he did not leave her side until she was back with me in my room. He was already so protective and watchful over her.