This is my story of when I became a mom.
Tristan was born one week after his due date, on Tuesday, February 3, 2015. Because he didn't
come before that, the doctors had to help him get here by using medications. It
was a sunny day and, with it being a very mild winter in Utah,
there was no snow on the ground. I had to call at 5:00AM
to see when I would be able to go to the hospital. The nurse told me they would
call me back when it was time. Ryan works at a utility billing company, called
Conservice, at 6:00AM every morning and decided to
go in until it was time. At 8:00 that
morning we received a call back from the nurse saying to go in around 8:30. I called Ryan and he came home right
away. We grabbed our bags, took a deep breath, said a quick prayer, took a few
pictures, and off we went. ... I may or may not have shed a tear or too. We were both excited and terrified at the same time
knowing as we left our home, it would be the last time leaving as just us. We were leaving as 2 one last time.
Everything was about to change and we couldn't be happier that it did.
We arrived and checked into the hospital at 8:40AM where they gave me a wrist band with all
the information about me on it. We went to our room, #15, where we met our
nurse, Tricia. She was so genuine, caring, funny, and easy to have a
conversation with. After strapping on two monitors to my belly, one for heart
rate, the other for contractions Tricia gave me an IV in my right arm and started
the medication to make Tristan come to this world.
I decided to go as long as I could without any pain
medication which was only about 90 minutes. I felt like a weakling, but I did not want to
go through any more contractions that I felt. It hurt... bad. The
Anesthesiologist came to my room and introduced himself. His name was Cameron
and he looked very similar to Keanna Reeves, the actor from the matrix. He
became my best friend that day when he took away the pain. He gave me an
Epidural at 10:45 and it kicked in
at about 11:15AM. But there was
something wrong with how it was sitting, so my entire left leg was numb, but
the right was just tingly and I could still feel the contractions. He gave it
about 15 minutes to get more numb and nothing was changing so he was able to
come and put into the tube a booster open up the space. This just made my left
leg go even more numb. Keanna, I mean Cameron, went back to the tube and just
pulled it out a little bit because he believed it was tilted to the left. IT
WORKED! I felt my right leg go numb immediately. He gave me one more booster
before he left.
At 10:30, Dr. Olsen
came in to tell me that he would be in to break my water at 1, after his
meeting, and that would help things progress a little faster. Ryan and I enjoy
watching the Harry Potter movies and it has become a tradition for us to watch
them whenever we are in Labor and Delivery. This started with Ryan's sister for
her deliveries when we would go keep her company, so of course we had to continue
tradition. Plus, it's a show about magic and who doesn't just adore Fred and
George?!
We got through about one movie when Dr. Olsen came back in. As
he was checking me, he had a little bit of a confused look on his face and said
"you are at a 10 and are to ready to push in about a half hour". This
is when I started getting really nervous. Most people when being induced have to
wait all day to have a baby and here I am ready NOW.
I started shaking. Well, only the top half of me started shaking
(Thank you epidural). I got really nervous. No one had mentioned anything about
the shaking. I called my nurse in, in a panic and showed her my hand that I couldn't hold
still. "This is normal", she reassured me and sat down next to me to
start chit chat while we waited.
At 1:45PM I
started to push and wouldn't stop until 3:37PM.
Almost 2 hours exactly. During this time, I had become nauseous and needed that
wonderful blue bag (which I want to keep some in my car the next time I get
preggers) a few times in between contractions. It was hard for baby because he would be under a lot of stress for the contractions then a lot of stress for the puking. So we had to rest a few times through a contraction or two.
My husband tends to get a little dizzy when in hospital
settings so he pulled the lovely brown chair to my bedside and paused the
movie. He describes his feelings as helpless, but I found the occasional thumbs
up in my peripheral vision paired with a "You got this"; "Way to
go"; "Nice!" or even a "Whoop whoop" very encouraging.
Ok. I did it. I watched it in the mirror. Not as yucky as I
thought it would be. That being said, the scene of me pushing a baby out is
forever engraved in my mind. It is the craziest thing. I thought I would be
completely repulsed by it, but I found it very interesting. The coolest part is
once they pulled that mirror out, my baby was here in a matter of 10- 15 minutes.
*Recommendation time: USE THE MIRROR! It lets you see what muscles you are
using and help you be able to push that baby out faster. Be like nike and Just
Do It. ;)
At 3:37PM Tristan Ryan Alsop was born. The moment was so
beautiful I don't think I will ever forget that gurgly cry. Dr. Olsen asked
Ryan if he would like to cut the cord and Ryan said he would try. He did try,
and he succeeded. Dr. Olsen then placed Tristan on my lap and I saw a piece of
heaven that day. Tristan was crying until I started talking to him. Once I said
"It's ok baby" he looked right at me and calmed down. That was until
the came and grabbed him to clean him up. He did not like that. Ryan took some
pictures and I sat in amazement, thanking my father in heaven for this amazing
gift. Also, asking him how he could trust me with this when I have a really
hard time keeping a plant alive.
Now most people cry, at least in the movies they do. I
didn't. I just sat there almost filled too much with love and amazement. Most
people have a beautiful family moment after delivery. We didn't. It was surreal
to me. All I could do was stare at my baby. We made this. And he was normal.
All 10 fingers and 10 toes. Even though on the foot print paper, Tristan did a
weird thing with his toe and it ended up only showing 4 toes. But trust me, I
counted 10 toes. I counted 10 toes about 5 times. Pictures below to prove it. (and to show off my new babe.) This is the point in the day
when my husband, who had been sitting next to me, through all the tears, root beer freezes, for 9 (10!) months, walked
over to the side of the bed and with love in his eyes, raised his hand in the air,
gave me a high-five, and in a high pitched sound said, "NAILED
IT!!!".
We named Tristan the night before we left the hospital. Speaking
of leaving the hospital, I can honestly say that it made the top 5 list of moments of when
I was the most scared in my life. However, it was perfect. It has now been 7
weeks (I know right!!), and he is still alive!!! He is actually growing. He now
smiles at me and it melts my heart. Ryan and I love him sooo much it almost
hurts to not squeeze him as tight as I want to or to not kiss his face off all day. I can't wait for him to be
awake each day so we can hang out. He makes everything worth it. All the spit
up and poop in the world could be all over me and it doesn't matter because
when he looks at me, I feel Gods love. This is truly His work and His plan.
Ok! I'll stop with the mushy gushy of my testimony and let
you all get back to your Facebook stalking. ;)
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