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Wednesday, September 12, 2012
Tuesday, September 11, 2012
Adam Brennan Johnson - On the day you were born
Adam, we were so glad to welcome you into the world!
At 12:12 AM on September 3rd, Labor Day, 2012, our little baby boy was born. You came out looking just like your dad! The nurses placed you on my chest and Derek cut the umbilical cord, which the doctor said was one of the thickest cords she has seen! Apparently you were well fed and protected in the womb! When the nurses took you over to the warmer to dry you off and weigh you, dad went with you and Grandma Kelley video taped. You cried twice, and then once dad started talking to you, you immediately stopped crying and just looked right at him like you knew exactly who he was! It was amazing! We decided that you looked just like the Adam that I envisioned in my dreams, as you looked identical to Derek with even a full head of hair! So you were named Adam Brennan Johnson, weighed 6 lb. 13 ounces and was 20" long. Adam was given to you because it is your dad's middle name, and Brennan is Grandma Kelley's maiden name, so you got two family names! I remember having a dream early on in the pregnancy about you being Adam Brennan and looking just like your dad. I never realized that this would really be coming true!
I can't tell you the emotions that encompassed me the second you were born. I was immediately a mom, and so excited to just watch you! Our families came in after the delivery so that everyone got a chance to hold you, except Aunt Tracy, who was still in Boston working. Everyone was amazed at how much hair you had and how absolutely perfect you were. Of course we got lots of pictures and some video of everyone holding you. Then it was time for everyone to go home and for us to get some rest. We finally got upstairs to the Postpartum floor at 3AM. The nurses asked us if we wanted them to take you to the newborn nursery to get your bath and so we could get some rest. Dad was so exhausted that he was okay with that, but there was no way that I was going to let them take you out of our room, even if it meant me not sleeping at all that night! I really didn't want to miss your first bath and I really just wanted to watch you all night long because you were so beautiful and I felt like I was still in a dream! So you stayed in the room with dad and me, and actually you slept great. You got up twice to eat, but otherwise slept in the little bassinet right next to my bed. It felt like I maybe got a few hours of sleep, because I just kept watching you lay in your bassinet playing with your hands up by your face, yet I didn't feel tired.
Once morning came, we started getting visitors, starting with Uncle Russ, Aunt Krissy, and your cousins Trevor and Gwen. Trevor and Gwen were very excited to hold you, so Russ had to set the timer so that they each got time to hold you! Then Grandma Johnson and Aunt Amy came to visit you. They were able to stay for your first bath, so we all enjoyed watching how you reacted to it! At first, you cried the second we got you undressed and started getting you wet. Since it was a sponge-bath, they did not submerse you in the water until they rinsed you off in a little tub, then you calmed right down and seemed to like it! We got some footprints and then cuddled with Grandma Johnson and Amy for a little while. Grandma and Grandpa Kelley came to visit in the afternoon. You were wide awake and seemed to be watching everyone and figuring out what was going on around you. We sat around most of the day talking about how cute you were and how we could not believe that you were finally here! The pediatrician stopped by to see you also in the afternoon, and was amazed to see how absolutely perfect your skin was and was in disbelief at the fact that you really had no jaundice. Dad and I spent another night with you in the hospital. This time we slept a little more, but you did really well overnight, waking up just to eat every few hours.
Monday, September 10, 2012
September 2nd 2012 - Going to the hospital
Well, Little Adam graced us with his presence on September 3rd 2012 at 12:12AM. My last post was on September 1st, when I planned on going to the hospital. I will update you on how we ended up where where are today.
Here goes....
I didn't end up going to the hospital on September 1st as originally planned. I had called the ObGyn doc on call because my contractions had gotten to 5 minutes apart, but then stalled out without changing for several hours. She told me that we could wait until my contractions were consistently 3-5 minutes before going to the hospital, so we decided to wait it out at my parents house. As things did not progress, we went home that night to get whatever sleep we could, assuming that we would end up in the hospital overnight. Well, that didn't happen either! We got a couple hours of broken sleep and I woke up exhausted from almost 24 hours of contractions. I started to worry that there was something wrong with the baby, or something wrong with me that had caused my contractions to stall out at every 5 minutes, so we went to church on Sunday morning. At that point, I just prayed for a healthy baby. We went back to my parents for brunch. Contractions were still 5 min apart but were getting stronger throughout the day. At 3pm, I decided that it was time to call the doc again because i was getting much more uncomfortable and exhausted. Dr. Toft, the on-call doc told us to come to the hospital to get checked since i was feeling more uncomfortable.
We left my parents and drove to Southdale hospital. The got us checked in and then brought us to triage, where they checked me and told us that I was completely effaced and 3cm dilated. They waivered about whether or not we needed to stay, and then decided that it would be a good idea for me to stay and start my antibiotics as the baby was likely coming in the next 24 hours. So we were admitted to the hospital, and they told me that I could walk around for an hour before rechecking the baby's heart rate. By then, my parents and Michael had arrived at the hospital, so they helped us get checked in and then the boys (my dad, Derek, and Michael) went over to Schlotzsky's to get some dinner. Mom and I walked the hallway, and my contractions continued to get worse. About 30 minutes into our walking, my water broke. Then the contractions really picked up! By this point I was incredibly uncomfortable and extremely fatigued. When Derek got back a little while later, we decided I would get an epidural so I could get a little rest until the baby came. This helped A TON! I finally got some rest. My epidural ended up being perfect because I could still lift my legs and feel contractions without feeling the pain. When they checked me again at 7PM, I was 6cm dilated. Things were moving quickly. The next several hours, people started showing up at the hospital, Russ being the first from the Johnson family, then Jerry, Amy, and Vicky. We got to visit for a bit before the nurses rechecked me, this time I was 9-10cm dilated and we were waiting on the doctor to get there so we could start pushing! We started pushing at 10:40PM on September 2nd. My mom and Derek were there helping me push and getting me ice chips. But no baby was born on Sept. 2nd!
Here goes....
I didn't end up going to the hospital on September 1st as originally planned. I had called the ObGyn doc on call because my contractions had gotten to 5 minutes apart, but then stalled out without changing for several hours. She told me that we could wait until my contractions were consistently 3-5 minutes before going to the hospital, so we decided to wait it out at my parents house. As things did not progress, we went home that night to get whatever sleep we could, assuming that we would end up in the hospital overnight. Well, that didn't happen either! We got a couple hours of broken sleep and I woke up exhausted from almost 24 hours of contractions. I started to worry that there was something wrong with the baby, or something wrong with me that had caused my contractions to stall out at every 5 minutes, so we went to church on Sunday morning. At that point, I just prayed for a healthy baby. We went back to my parents for brunch. Contractions were still 5 min apart but were getting stronger throughout the day. At 3pm, I decided that it was time to call the doc again because i was getting much more uncomfortable and exhausted. Dr. Toft, the on-call doc told us to come to the hospital to get checked since i was feeling more uncomfortable.
We left my parents and drove to Southdale hospital. The got us checked in and then brought us to triage, where they checked me and told us that I was completely effaced and 3cm dilated. They waivered about whether or not we needed to stay, and then decided that it would be a good idea for me to stay and start my antibiotics as the baby was likely coming in the next 24 hours. So we were admitted to the hospital, and they told me that I could walk around for an hour before rechecking the baby's heart rate. By then, my parents and Michael had arrived at the hospital, so they helped us get checked in and then the boys (my dad, Derek, and Michael) went over to Schlotzsky's to get some dinner. Mom and I walked the hallway, and my contractions continued to get worse. About 30 minutes into our walking, my water broke. Then the contractions really picked up! By this point I was incredibly uncomfortable and extremely fatigued. When Derek got back a little while later, we decided I would get an epidural so I could get a little rest until the baby came. This helped A TON! I finally got some rest. My epidural ended up being perfect because I could still lift my legs and feel contractions without feeling the pain. When they checked me again at 7PM, I was 6cm dilated. Things were moving quickly. The next several hours, people started showing up at the hospital, Russ being the first from the Johnson family, then Jerry, Amy, and Vicky. We got to visit for a bit before the nurses rechecked me, this time I was 9-10cm dilated and we were waiting on the doctor to get there so we could start pushing! We started pushing at 10:40PM on September 2nd. My mom and Derek were there helping me push and getting me ice chips. But no baby was born on Sept. 2nd!
Saturday, September 1, 2012
September 1, 2012... 38 + 6 = Headed to the Hospital
Things have been slowly changing over the past week. We went to the doctor on Wednesday, August 28th. At that time, I was having lots of contractions that I felt mostly in my abdomen and a tiny bit in my back. Mostly, I felt uncomfortable. When Dr. Johnson examined me, she said that I was a tiny bit dilated, but that everything was completely effaced and "soft". Since I was uncomfortable most of the afternoon, she told me to go home and take a bath, which could help. Also, she said that if I could not sleep that night, I should come to the hospital, as I might be in the very beginning stages of labor. We already had plans to go to the Twins game with Jerry and Libby, so we decided to keep our plans and if we needed to go to the hospital we would. I did fine at the twins game, with some contractions and being uncomfortable, but we had some fun! Wednesday I did fine during the day, but had more contractions at night. I decided to stay home on Thursday to get some extra sleep. Also, I had been feeling lots of contractions mixed with some nausea. When I woke up then on Thursday morning, I felt really nauseated so I sat in bed for a little while before getting in the shower. It was my last day at work, so I was planning to go in and give my presentation at least. As I was standing ready to hop in the shower, I lost my mucous plug. Disgusting, I know. I was pretty grossed out, but it made me more aware of keeping an eye on my contractions for the day. I made it most of the way through the day on Friday with some nausea and contractions, so I came home at 2pm. We went to celebrate the last day of work with my family and Vicky at La Casita. I had contractions that night, definitely getting stronger and coming about every 10-15 minutes. I decided I would try to get some sleep and I would get our bags packed for the hospital, as I definitely didn't think I would make it through the weekend without having the baby.
So now it is Saturday. I got very little sleep overnight. Lots of waking up with contractions. This morning I got up at 7AM and decided that I would likely have to go to the hospital today, as contractions were very strong and now coming every 10 minutes. So I hopped in the shower to get ready for the day, just in case. Derek also got up, as he was feeling a little overwhelmed and maybe nervous about when we would need to go to the hospital. We went down and sat on the 3-season porch and had some breakfast while we started to count the spacing between contractions. They were still about every 8-10 minutes. We got on the phone with my parents, and went over to their house at 11:15AM so that Derek and my dad could go pick up a lawn mower. Derek didn't want me alone at the house, in case something would happen like my water breaking or needing to go to the hospital. Once we got to their house, he decided not to go get the mower after all, so him and Dad started working in the back yard. Michael and I went to sit on the screen porch. My contractions were coming every 6-10 minutes. Michael would keep track of the timing for me. To really speed things up, Derek and dad decided they were going to trim some trees in the back yard. I turned to look at them, and there Derek is 3-stories up on a ladder leaning on a tree, with a big chain saw in his hand. He cut down a branch and I watched as the entire tree and ladder shook. I immediately freaked out and had a panic attack.... the 2nd one during this pregnancy where I started crying and hyperventilating uncontrollably. Of course, Michael and my mom saw me squatted down on the deck in tears breathing really heavy so they checked on me and got Derek down of the tree. All I could think of was imagining Derek falling off the tree and getting hurt. Clearly my hormones are all out of whack. I finally calmed down, and sat on the porch for a little longer. Contractions slowly started getting closer together at around 1PM, coming every 4-8 minutes. Once they were coming relatively consistently every 5 minutes or so, I decided it was probably time to head to the hospital. It is now 2PM and I have had contractions coming every 4-6 minutes for at least the past hour. Mom, Dad, and Michael have gotten the cameras ready. Derek and dad finished their project in the back yard, showered, and ate some lunch. And now, we are going to be heading off to the hospital. Plan to leave by 2:30PM. Here goes nothing..... on our way!
So now it is Saturday. I got very little sleep overnight. Lots of waking up with contractions. This morning I got up at 7AM and decided that I would likely have to go to the hospital today, as contractions were very strong and now coming every 10 minutes. So I hopped in the shower to get ready for the day, just in case. Derek also got up, as he was feeling a little overwhelmed and maybe nervous about when we would need to go to the hospital. We went down and sat on the 3-season porch and had some breakfast while we started to count the spacing between contractions. They were still about every 8-10 minutes. We got on the phone with my parents, and went over to their house at 11:15AM so that Derek and my dad could go pick up a lawn mower. Derek didn't want me alone at the house, in case something would happen like my water breaking or needing to go to the hospital. Once we got to their house, he decided not to go get the mower after all, so him and Dad started working in the back yard. Michael and I went to sit on the screen porch. My contractions were coming every 6-10 minutes. Michael would keep track of the timing for me. To really speed things up, Derek and dad decided they were going to trim some trees in the back yard. I turned to look at them, and there Derek is 3-stories up on a ladder leaning on a tree, with a big chain saw in his hand. He cut down a branch and I watched as the entire tree and ladder shook. I immediately freaked out and had a panic attack.... the 2nd one during this pregnancy where I started crying and hyperventilating uncontrollably. Of course, Michael and my mom saw me squatted down on the deck in tears breathing really heavy so they checked on me and got Derek down of the tree. All I could think of was imagining Derek falling off the tree and getting hurt. Clearly my hormones are all out of whack. I finally calmed down, and sat on the porch for a little longer. Contractions slowly started getting closer together at around 1PM, coming every 4-8 minutes. Once they were coming relatively consistently every 5 minutes or so, I decided it was probably time to head to the hospital. It is now 2PM and I have had contractions coming every 4-6 minutes for at least the past hour. Mom, Dad, and Michael have gotten the cameras ready. Derek and dad finished their project in the back yard, showered, and ate some lunch. And now, we are going to be heading off to the hospital. Plan to leave by 2:30PM. Here goes nothing..... on our way!
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