This morning Sam was having a hard time falling asleep for his morning nap so I laid down with him in my bed. He kept hitting me in the face and talking to his pacifier so I decided that he needed a little play time so I ate his face. Not really, I just nibbled on it a little and he thought it was pretty darn funny. For about 20 minutes we just laid together and giggled together. I love this boy!!! So, I decided since it's Sunday morning and I have some down time it's about time that I blog about his birth. Then the phone rang and it was someone from the young women's in my ward asking me to to come and talk to the girls about how it feels to be raising a Child of God so what better time than now to review a little bit about my precious gift from God while he sleeps soundly in the bed next to me.
Sam was following in his brother's foot steps by taking his time to be born. I really didn't want to be induced but we needed to decide how long I wanted to go past my due date. I didn't want to do the 8 day's late thing again like I did with Max so we took my due date and the day closest to it that my Dr. was on call. So the date was set, April 5th, 2011. Because we would be leaving for the hospital early in the morning we had Max and Elese say their goodbyes/see you laters before they went to bed.
At 6:50am Grandma Hale came to be with Max and Elese and Daddy and I arrived at the hospital at 7:15am. When we arrived a boy I had gone to elementry school with was checking in with his wife just before us so that was kind of cool. I was at a 4 and 70% effaced. My pitocin started around 9:30am to help strengthen my already happening contractions. Uncle Eric came by for a quick visit while he was on a break from work (he works at Saint Marks hospital, where we were delivering). Throughout the morning we watched some TV and they would up and lower my pitocin off and on because my contractions were kind of all over the place but fortunately, not too painful. They had asked us to be part of a medical study so they put an internal monitor on Sam's head to see what kind of calls the doctor would make with or without the more detailed information (we were in the blind study so she couldn't use the data to help her make decisions). Around noon I got my epidural. I thought about not getting it because I really wasn't feeling any pain even though my contractions were getting stronger but I decided not to try and be a hero. While administering my epidural the anesthesiologist kept saying that my back felt weird and it took quite some time to get it done. At one point my left leg involuntarily jerked all over the place. Steven kept me from focusing on the epidural by talking to me about things at the office. Just after the epidural Dr. Kinghorn came in and broke my water. After that the nurse was trying to find Sam's heart beat and she couldn't. Then my blood presure cuff went off and it was WAY low. The nurse looked paniced and nurses and Dr. Kinghorn came running in, put the ekg for the study on Sam's head and started giving me IV's. All the while Steven was watching TV's and glancing over wondering what the heck was going on but because there were so many people in there he couldn't get anywhere near me to find out what was up. Sam's heart rate gradually got back to normal along with my blood pressure but it took about an hour for all that to happen. During all that I also threw up. Once things settled down Steven ran to get himself some lunch. At 3pm my nurse checked me before going home and I was at a 5 and still just 70%. It looked like it was going to be a while so we called around to make arrangements for the kid's and let the Grandmas know that it would still be several more hours. The new nurse was a woman named Hafsa, she was from Somalia and I LOVED her!. She was the one that told us it would be a while so not to worry about calling the Grandmas yet. At 4:15 (not long after Steven had hung up on the phone with his mom telling her not to come for a while) I heard someone running in the hallway. Hafsa came bursting in and said, "I need to check you!" As she was checking me she said, "You're and 8...wait, not, a 9...wait, Oh my! You're complete!!! I'm SO sorry, your mom and mother-in-law won't make it! I'm so sorry! So sorry. I feel SO bad!" Steven called everyone and found Elese and Max a place to play so Grandma Hale could come to the hospital. I started pushing at 4:20 adn Sam was born at 4:37. The cord was around his neck which was likely the reason for his lost heart rate. Sam was a crier! Max and Elese had been very calm and content when they were born but not this little guy. He screamed and screamed and continued to scream and cry for the better part of his first 2 months of his life. I got to just hold him for about 10 minutes which was really nice and then e was weighed and measured and just then Grandma Hale and Grandma Heumann got there. Grandma Heumann has only missed one other Grandchild's birth and that was Jacks and he was also born on April 5th.
Sam kept making these grunting noises and Hafsa was very concerned about it but the pediatric nurse wasn't concerned. Hafsa kept telling me to not let it go and if Sam kept grunting then I needed to make them check him out. I called the kids to tell them Sam was here and when I told Elese he had been born she said, "I know. Sophia is playing with a castle." and then handed the phone to Max. Max was much more excited and let out a big cheer. Sam had a fever of 100.7, my blood pressure went up and I had several blood clots so we stayed in L&D for a couple hours and Steven headed to pick up Max and Elese. The kid's had been playing at the Perry's and Nicole picked them up and took them to dinner at Arctic Circle after she got off of work. I nursed Sam because he clearly wanted me to and it would help with my clotting and then the nursery took Sam in for his bath and some blood tests to figure out why he had a fever. Once Max and Elese arrived they told me all about their bunnies they got at Arctic Circle, Elese named her bunny "Gas Bum". The nursery brought Sam in and Max and Elese acted pretty shy around him. Elese said she was happy/sad about the new baby. Sam continued to grunt and his nurse just kept saying that she thinks he's just a grumpy baby. I couldn't deny that theory considering that he cried so much more than my other kids. Steven and the kid's escorted me up to my room once my clotting got under control around 8:15pm.
At 3am a new nurse brought Sam into me and told me that SHE was concerned about his grunting and he kept spitting up. She pumped his stomach and said there was a lot of gunk in there. SO glad that she paid attention and it made me appreciate Hafsa and her concern for my sweet baby. After that the grunting stopped. My blood pressure continued to be out of wack while I was at the hospital and I was getting stressed and feeling a bit overwhelmed. I had brought my diffuser so I diffused some Lavender oil and it REALLY helped me, and Sam to be calm. Later that day Uncle Eric came by to visit and they brought in the birth certificate to have me approve. Eric looked at it and said he needed to make some changes to it because I thought his name shouldn't be Samuel Blake (my brother's name) Heumann because he thought it should be Samuel Eric Heumann.
Sam had jaundice and had to keep getting tests. Steven was sad that he couldn't just come and sit with Sam because Max and Else were always with him so the last day in the hospital (we stayed until the 7th because of my blood pressure and Sam's Jaundice) Grandma Hale watched the big kids so Steven could just come and hold Sam. After Max got out of school Steven and the kid's came to pick us up but we had to wait for a blood test so we didn't leave until 4:30.
Steven ran to get my medicine for me and when he left the kid's were in the bath and it took a really long time for him to get my med's so I had kid's yelling to get out the bath, the phone was ringing, dinner was in the oven and the timer beeped before Steven got home and Sam was nursing...I'd been home just over an hour and I already wanted to go back to the hospital to get waited on. Once again, I diffused some Lavender and felt better. The next morning we had to take Sam in for another blood test for his Jaundice and then we had to go again on Sunday for another test but then his Jaundice was fine...HOORAY! I got tired of going back and forth the the hospital. So, that is the story of Samuel Blake (yep, Eric didn't get his hands on the Birth Certificate) Heumann.
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