Last week we took Duncan on his first flight to visit his grandparents in Kelowna, BC. Mike and I love to travel to Kelowna every summer, and we were excited to share the experience with Duncan. We knew that it would be different now that we were travelling with baby, but it all went quite smoothly and everyone had a great time.
We love Kelowna for the beautiful scenery, amazing hiking and great beaches. While we enjoyed all those things on this trip, we didn’t do so as frequently as usual. That was partially due to having the baby, and largely due to smoke from the forest fires. We took advantage of the clear days, and had a wonderful first experience travelling with baby.
We were understandably nervous about making the 5 hour flight with a baby, but Duncan was such a great little traveler. We didn’t bring a stroller since Mike’s parents rented a bunch of baby gear for us, so I used my ring sling to carry Duncan through the airport. Although the rings set off the metal detector and I had to remove it to go through security, it worked out really well. It was great to have my hands free to wrangle luggage and documents, and Duncan was nice and comfy and liked looking around at all the people and things in the airport.
He didn’t let out a single cry on the flight there, although he became over-tired because he was just so excited with it all that he didn’t want to nap much. He was smiling at everyone the whole time. While airplane diaper changes aren’t ideal, I think Dunc’s favourite part was getting attention from everyone as I carried him down the aisle to the washroom. Continue Reading →
Life with a newborn can be a blur. I started this post (and others) ages ago and am just getting this 3-month update done as Duncan’s rapidly approaching the 4-month mark.
His little personality is starting to emerge, and he is becoming curious about the world around him. He always wants to see what’s going on, preferring to sit up, only rarely allowing me to cradle him in my arms when he’s at his sleepiest. Along with all this growing up, we’ve moved him out of his stroller bassinet and into the seat (fully reclined) and we recently transitioned him out of the bassinet we had in our bedroom and into his crib.
I previously shared my favorite newborn baby products, but with our growing boy have come changing needs, and new must-have products. So I’ve done a round-up of my favorite infant products (the 3 month edition).
1. The Baby Brezza for hassle free feedings
Since I had a mastectomy, I’m unable to breastfeed, so Duncan goes through a lot of bottles. We switched to powder formula from liquid concentrate about two months ago and the Baby Brezza Formula Pro makes prepping bottles a breeze. When Duncan wakes up desperate for a bottle, a push of a button has it ready in seconds, so I’m able to get the bottle in his mouth before he’s even opened his eyes.
2. Toys for grabby hands
In the last several weeks, Duncan has started to grab things. He doesn’t quite have the dexterity to very purposely grab objects yet, but he grabs onto things that happen to collide with his flailing hands. When he’s hanging out in his bouncy chair or out and about in his car seat or stroller, I give him his Sophie the giraffe lovey, to grab onto. He likes to pull on the ends and I’ve attached a wooden teething ring to the pacifier clip. He’s currently much more interested in grabbing his soft toys than the many rubber ones we have.
3. Bibs for drooly babies
Duncan recently started drooling. A lot. Before, we only used bibs while feeding, but now it seems like there’s always a steady stream (or bubble) of drool working its way down Duncan’s chin. To avoid outfit changes, he’s pretty much always sporting a bib now. I recently purchased these hip bandanna bibs that are really thick and absorbent. Continue Reading →
For the first part of Duncan’s birth story, click here.
As I left things off in Part 1 of Duncan’s birth story, we had just decided that we were going to go ahead with an induction given my pre-eclampsia symptoms. It was now about mid-afternoon, and we’d gotten settled in the labour and delivery room. The nurse hooked me up to an external monitor. I was surprised to find out that I was already having fairly regular contractions that were 4 minutes apart, but they weren’t strong enough yet for me to feel them.
We went over our birth plan with our nurse. Who would be in the room? Mike. Would he cut the cord? Yes. And the big question, would I want an epidural? Maybe. During my pregnancy, everyone from friends and family to strangers in elevators and supermarkets had told me that an epidural was the only way to go. Although not opposed to it, I planned to wait and see how things went. I was mostly just scared of the potential risks of the epidural. I wasn’t scared of the needle, but more of the extremely rare but extremely terrifying complications I’d learned about at my prenatal class. Despite my fear, I knew I’d probably end up opting for the epidural because I am a pretty big wimp when it comes to pain and I had heard that contractions from an induction could be especially strong.
The nurse asked me what I was generally envisioning for my labour and delivery. I told the nurse that if it was at all possible, I’d prefer not to have the entire hospital staff in the room for the delivery. Having watched a few videos at our prenatal class, I was hoping to avoid what seemed like a super frenzied environment with a whole bunch of doctors and nurses all huddled around. She told me that unfortunately, that’s just how it was but once the baby was born, I probably wouldn’t notice all the people anyway.
A resident came in at some point to introduce himself, and to let me know that the OB that was on call would be coming by to meet me soon, but everyone was caught up with another patient who was having an emergency, so it might be a while.
At 6pm, a nurse asked if I was ok with having my water broken to further encourage the labour process. That was done with what looked like a long crochet hook. It was a tiny bit uncomfortable, and the funniest feeling to just gush and gush water for the next hour or so. I soaked myself and the bed twice before, after a shift change, a nurse realized I hadn’t been given a pad. That helped.
About an hour later, I was started on Pitocin, which is the synthetic version of oxytocin, and administered through an IV. I’ve read that it can really bring on contractions hard and fast, so I must have been started on a pretty low dose because I went another several hours without feeling much of anything. During that time, we relaxed, watched TV, and my sister and Mike’s brother stopped by for a visit. I also remembered that I hadn’t yet written my letter for Baby Duncan for the baby book, so I did that on my phone.
I really should have been using all this time to be sleeping, since I’d already started the day off feeling exhausted, and I still had to give birth. Unfortunately, by 10pm, I’d missed my napping opportunity, and my contractions started to hit. The first few that I felt were like a gentle wave, but they quickly became increasingly intense and I let the nurse know that, yes, I’d be wanting that epidural after all. She encouraged me to labour for as long as I could before getting the epidural, since it might slow down the labour. I think the evidence is mixed on that, but I took her word for it and agreed to hold off on the epidural until I really couldn’t stand it. She assured me that once I was ready, the anesthesiologist would be right over. I remembered that the nurse running our prenatal class had touted that the hospital was great because there was a dedicated anesthesiologist and you’d never run into one of those situations that I’d heard about where it was “too late” for the epidural. That’s why I was more than a little disappointed when after two hours of very painful labouring, I told the nurse that I was definitely ready for the epidural to find out that, because of that medical emergency, the anethesiologist would be a while. I kept asking her to call again, which she kindly did, and I reminded myself that although I was in pain, someone else was experiencing a much worse situation at the moment.
During this time, I stood for a little bit, which helped me through a few contractions. None of the other comfort measures appealed. I didn’t try the birthing ball, and although Mike suggested some of the positions that we’d learned at our prenatal class, and which were illustrated on a big poster on the wall, I wasn’t keen on trying anything, and mostly just moaned in my misery. A friend had told me before to try not to take my pain out on Mike, so I was very conscious of being kind towards his efforts to help. Although it was hard for me, I also knew it must be hard for him to see my pain and not be able to offer relief. I succeeded at responding to his attempts to massage my back with, “Thank you so much for trying to help, but please don’t touch me,” rather than swearing at him to get away, so I felt good about that. haha.
After much “I hate this” and “I don’t want to do this anymore”, the anethesiologist finally showed up. It was now just after midnight and I was tired, miserable and ready for the relief the epidural promised. But I was still scared of it. Fortunately the anethesiologist was great. He listened to my concerns and reassured me that although there were risks, they were going to monitor everything very closely, and I would be fine. At the point, the pain was so intense that I really felt I didn’t have a choice. I realize now that if I’d wanted to avoid an epidural, I definitely would have needed to put some real effort into learning and practicing some techniques.
I got into the seated position on the bed and leaned over for the epidural. My contractions had been so intense that I didn’t see how I’d possibly hold still. Once I was in position, the contractions didn’t feel very strong at all, so I was sure that the nurse had stopped the Pitocin drip. I was shocked to find out later that she hadn’t, since that would have really prolonged my labour. Maybe it was mind over matter, and my fear of flinching overpowered the pain of contractions. It didn’t last though, and the contractions came back stronger than ever. 15 minutes later, when the pain was still excruciating, the nurse administered a second dose and the pain started to subside.
For the next several hours, I was able to rest fairly comfortably. I could still feel the contractions, but they weren’t painful. I was grateful to have the opportunity to sleep a little bit. By this point, I had gotten so tired that I was actually dreading giving birth because I felt like I was too exhausted to even feel excited about meeting my baby. Not how I wanted to feel going into this, so getting some rest made all the difference.
My sleep was disrupted every once in a while as the nurses came in to check on how my epidural was treating me. When the nurse checked to see how far up the epidural had traveled by using a bag of ice, she became nervous when she touched it to my chest and I didn’t feel the cold. I started to get anxious, too, as she checked and re-checked. It finally occurred to me that, since my double mastectomy, that area had always been pretty numb lol. The anethesiologist came back to double-check and reassured the nurse and me that if the epidural was truly numbing me that high, I’d already be having some serious respiratory problems.
By 4am, I was fully dilated, but the nurse suggested we wait a while longer before calling the doctor if I didn’t want to be pushing forever. An hour later, she checked and found that the baby had made his way down and she could feel his head. She called the doctor and woke Mike up. It was go time.
The OB came in with a resident and apologized that she hadn’t been able to meet me earlier, since it had been a busy night. Because the team was still busy with that medical emergency, I lucked out and got the quiet delivery I was hoping for. In the room, it was just Mike, the nurse that I’d gotten to know over the last several hours of labour, and the two doctors that would deliver the baby.
At 5 am, I started pushing. Although not painful thanks to the epidural, I could still feel the contractions, and the nurse also watched the monitor, and encouraged me to push with each contraction. She told me to hold my breath and push, push, push. I asked if my lungs might burst, but was assured that they would not. My nurse and Mike were both really encouraging and told me I was doing great. They didn’t have a mirror for me, but I was able to see what was going on in the reflection of a light fixture in the ceiling. When I was able to see the top of the baby’s head, I felt really encouraged and a few more pushes later, the OB said, “Look down, look down!” I’d been so fixated on what was going on in the light fixture reflection, that I forgot to look down and there he was!
Baby Duncan had entered the world at 5:23am, on March 23rd weighing 7 lbs 13 oz. They placed him on my chest right away and he had his big eyes wide open. Hello world! I noticed that the doctors were sort of exchanging looks, and then it occurred to me that he hadn’t cried yet. I don’t know if that’s why, but they started to cut the cord. Just as I started feeling anxious, he let out a tiny cry, and I felt like the whole room let out a sigh of relief. They then handed the scissors over to Mike and let him finish cutting the cord.
And that’s Duncan’s birth story. We haven’t stopped cuddling him since <3
Baby Duncan has been home for a bit over a month now, so I’m finally getting around to writing up his birth story. As I was getting close to my due date, I read a lot of birth stories on my favourite blogs so that I’d be able to recognize the signs of labour. Turns out I didn’t need any of that insight, but I’ll get into that in a bit.
On the Wednesday exactly 2 weeks before my April 5th due date, I was busy wrapping things up at work, since I was set to start my maternity leave at the end of the week. I was 38 weeks and the physical exhaustion had really hit me, so I was intending to work from home on Thursday and Friday. I kept telling everyone that I hoped baby would let me enjoy my week off before his due date, since I really just needed to sleep.
I spent some time tying up loose ends and getting my cubicle cleaned up, stuffing my personal items in plastic bags to bring home at the end of the day.
Mid-morning, I left my office to head to my weekly prenatal appointment. My OB did the usual blood pressure check,and then checked it again. And then went looking for another blood pressure cuff to check again. I’d been experiencing several symptoms of pre-eclampsia for weeks with massively swollen feet, occasional blurry vision and upper-right quadrant abdominal pain, but my blood pressure, blood work and urine tests were always fine. I’d been warned that my blood pressure might shoot up at any time, and if that were to happen, the only treatment would be delivery. After my doctor asked me to lie down for a while before she checked my BP again, it started sinking in that maybe that’s what was happening. She confirmed that my BP was quite high and when she checked me, she found that I was 3 cm dilated. She told me I’d be having this baby sooner rather than later, and I agreed to a membrane sweep to encourage labour. My doctor then laid out a few options.
She could send me over to triage and they could decide if they’d send me to labour and delivery for an induction, or I could go home and wait and see, and if I hadn’t gone into labour in a couple days, or if my BP went up or other symptoms got worse, I’d have to get induced then. I was a bit overwhelmed and didn’t know which option to choose, so she called ahead to triage to find out how busy things were over there. They weren’t busy at all, so we decided that I’d go over there and see what they thought. Before I left, I picked up paperwork from the receptionist and made an appointment for Friday for if I hadn’t had the baby by then. I asked her if I needed to go straight to triage or if I had time to go back to my office. She told me I could take my time, so as I walked back to my office, I called Mike. I gave him the update, and asked him to come meet me before going to the hospital. I told him that it might happen but it might not, but he should bring the hospital bags just in case. I’d mostly finished packing the bags the prior weekend, but I asked Mike to add a few items, including my makeup, blow dryer and flat iron. I don’t know. I thought I was going to be Kate Middleton glam. I was not. I was worried about making sure Mike grabbed the right blush brush, while he was stressing over the fact that we hadn’t installed the car seat yet. I kept reassuring him (and myself) that it maybe/probably wouldn’t happen. They’d maybe/probably just send us home.
At my office, I responded to a couple emails and then went and let me boss know. “So, um, I might be having this baby soon.” I grabbed my things, which I’d fortunately gotten all packed up, and went to the lobby to wait for Mike. At the hospital, we decided to grab lunch before heading to triage, since I wasn’t sure what would happen and when we’d have a chance to eat.
At triage, the nurse had me change into a gown, and put me in a room to wait for someone to come examine me. After waiting a while, another nurse came in and asked if I wanted to go ahead and get induced. “Now?” I’d expected someone would come check my BP again, do an exam, give me more medical information to base a decision on. I turned to Mike and asked, “Should we do this? Since we’re already here?” Might as well, we decided. I figured that this way we were here, everything was nice and controlled. If we went home, we risked a middle of the night, or worse, a middle of rush hour labour, or we’d just end up in the same place in a couple days anyway.
With the decision made, we walked over to the labour & delivery room. We were going to be meeting our little one soon!