We're getting there...just slowly.
Mama Relle in Noah's nursery Thursday, November 4, 2010-the night before he was born.
Since my blood pressure had been acting up, my contractions had gotten stronger, and TMI-I had lost my plug--Papa and Bebe headed to town earlier than planned (like Noah) so to not miss his arrival.
Here is where earlier than planned continued. The plan *was* to wake up, shower, get myself all celeb beautiful, and head in at 10 for my celeb scheduled section at noon. Before heading to bed my contractions started to get closer together and worse, but I went to bed for a good nights rest...which didn't happen. The contractions were terrible and close, but not 100% consistent. Although the discharge instructions on Halloween were to call if I had any contractions...my obsessive self wanted to have Dr. Campbell deliver, had the scheduled birth photographer, and wanted to shower so I suffered through it. At 3:00 I woke up after the contractions had slowed down to get some water and Captain Crunch snack before the 4:00 AM cut off before surgery. Then at 4:00 when I got out of bed to go to the restroom-my water broke. We called Paul and Kerri to head over and the on call doctor. She told us to head in and the new plan was to hopefully hang in there until Dr. Campbell came in for the day and she'd do the surgery. Not looking celeb at all-Nick and I kissed Jack good bye while he slept peacefully and got to Presby Plano as fast as we could. Getting in and admitted took longer than this laboring mother would have liked, but I focused on holding out for Dr. Campbell. Here I am large and in charge before robing up and not getting any meds til the surgery which was after pre-op--OUCH!
Not a big fan of plans changing.
Did I mention there were no meds in pre-op--OUCH!!
Here is the first of the many, absolutely wonderful birth pictures that Ceci Jane took for our family of Noah's big day. She headed to meet us soon after we called to avoid traffic and luckily she did because she walked in just minutes before we headed to the delivery room. None of us expected to pull up to the hospital and it still be dark outside.
I'll just say here how grateful we were to have Ceci there to capture our hearts on film so that we could live in the moment and not behind the lens...Thank You Ceci-Can't wait for you to capture Noah growing up over the years for us too!
In between contractions.
Contractions. Here are all of the nurses and doctors looking through my heart records and figuring out who will finish out my delivery since it was shift change time. See...Noah didn't only mess with my plans.
Nick working communication duty and scrubbing up.
Off we go-both anesthesiologists joined us in the OR to help monitor my monkey heart. So nice of the first one to stay past his shift ending to follow through with us.
This experience, as I knew it would be, was polar opposite that of Jack. Not only going into labor on my own, no medication, but knowing and being fully functioning when entering the operating room. And I must admit I was worried about my heart this go round since last time the defect was either not there or it was but we didn't know about it.
Nick capturing a little video.
Noah Charles Relle entered the world at 7:12 AM on Friday, November 5, 2010
I couldn't see Noah like everyone else but got super freaked out as the room filled with people saying, "Oh my god. Holy cow. Wow!" I instantly started requesting to be told what was wrong-it was their reactions to Noah being such a huge baby. Next time...let's not react that way when I'm laying on the table unable to see or move. (Yes, I said next time-and Nick I know it means, "We never know what the future holds.")
Checking out our newest little boy, I mean BIG boy.
Up close. I'm so glad that they let me hold Noah this time. Since the OR was FREEZING he was wrapped up but being able to look into his eyes, hold his hand, talk to him, and kiss his sweet face was important to me and meant the world to me.
I'll never forget this moment...his sweet chubby cheeks, bright blue eyes, holding my hand, and blowing bubbles out his mouth which he continues to do non-stop today (3 months).
It was time for him to warm back up and then he headed to the recovery room with Nick and Ceci while they finished the surgery.
So much better than seeing Bit behind the glass wall...Papa and Bebe were able to get a hands on first view of their 3rd grand baby.
And Daddy got some good quality time with Noah too since they wait to bath until you are in your postpartum room. I'm telling you...so much happier this go around-Presby has really come a long way with their procedures since Jack was born a few years back.
Nana and Gramps brought Jack up while I was still in the recovery room to meet his Baby Brother (mainly because Ceci was still there and we wanted her to capture the first pictures of the Relle Clan-Family of 4).
Back in my postpartum room Jack presented Noah with his Build a Bear Owl gift.
Nana and Noah
Gramps and Noah
Noah Charles Relle-8 lbs. 15 oz.-19.29 inches
We spent 4 days in the hospital while Nana and Gramps stayed with Jack. Papa headed out of town and Bebe came to take over the care of Jack, Noah, and I. Of course Bebe cookies were made to eat and have leftover after Bebe had to go back to Louisiana.
Noah's 1st bath at home.
Papa came back from his work trip and spent some time with his first grandchild. Don't they just look like TROUBLE together?!?!
Visitors came by here and there to meet the newest member to the group. Karen & Brandie.Planning our photographers went down about like the "scheduled" birth. Originally The Birth Photographer-Nicole was going to shoot Noah's birth. She was unable to so I found Chantel Hayes and booked her for the birth. Then I started obsessing about what was more important- birth photos or newborn/family photos. I decided to go with newborn/family and contacted Chantel to let her know of my service change request. She understood, agreed to do the newborn/family, and gave me Ceci's information as she was starting up her birth business and was a "back up" for Chantel. Since I wanted both birth and newborn/family I contacted Ceci and she offered us a great package. So...Ceci did the birth, Chantel was to do the newborn/family but something came up and she had to cancel that day, and we called in Ceci. Noah was a terrible model so 4 hours later it was getting dark and Ceci left with plans to come back on another day to do shoot only Noah and we'd get together on another weekend to do family pictures. I was obsessing about Noah changing and Ceci was stressing about how uncooperative Noah was so in the end Chantel came over one afternoon to shoot Noah's pictures. She too struggled with Noah but ended up shooting some wonderful pictures. We met up with her a few weeks later for family pictures (another post). So that is the tangled photographer web we weaved. Wanted to get it down to remind myself and Noah what all I went through to get his birth documented.
The pictures from both Ceci and Chantel were perfect to create Noah's birth annoucement with:
I can't say enough about how wonderful the birth of Noah was despite the change of plans. Presbyterian Plano truly has become family friendly with them allowing Ceci in the operating room, letting me hold Noah soon after birth, family allowed in the recovery room without too many distractions with Noah, bathing him and running tests in the room later that afternoon, very breastfeeding friendly-they don't even have pacifiers to offer parents, and daily nap time from 1-4 with no interuptions from anyone so you can bond and rest with your baby was my favorite time of the day. The food as before was delicious (including the pudding I had OFTEN at all hours). Having Ceci and Chantel capture the arrival for us was the icing on the cake especially since poor Noah as you can tell by the lack of blog posts hasn't had the equal momentos that I swore I would have for all my children.
I can't say enough about how wonderful the birth of Noah was despite the change of plans. Presbyterian Plano truly has become family friendly with them allowing Ceci in the operating room, letting me hold Noah soon after birth, family allowed in the recovery room without too many distractions with Noah, bathing him and running tests in the room later that afternoon, very breastfeeding friendly-they don't even have pacifiers to offer parents, and daily nap time from 1-4 with no interuptions from anyone so you can bond and rest with your baby was my favorite time of the day. The food as before was delicious (including the pudding I had OFTEN at all hours). Having Ceci and Chantel capture the arrival for us was the icing on the cake especially since poor Noah as you can tell by the lack of blog posts hasn't had the equal momentos that I swore I would have for all my children. A few other dit dots to help me later relive this special time in our lives: Nick walking in circles after my water broke rather than helping me out, Nick turning on the flashers and running a light...likely just for the thrill because it wasn't an emergency, freaking out when Dr. Campbell mentioned rupture in the OR but luckily it just meant water breaking, having duck cookies wrapped and labeled by Bebe to pass out to visitors and staff, LA a great nurse, Sylvia Noah's great nurse that made breastfeeding possible for us with her hard work, using Jack's horn to hit and wake up Nick at night, Noah peeing on everybody all the time (this doesn't happen nearly as much now), LSU vs. Bama, Dad eating onions in my tiny cell of a room, Jack loving the rocks out the window before but not so much a fan of the hospital overall, being high maintence requesting Campbell to perform Noah's procedure, enjoying Dr. Tylavazch the weekend on call OB, code words with the nurses, Mom saying the code word and causing LA and I to fess up to her, wanting to steal the Classic pump, loading up the car with hospital goods, stalking Mother's Gift for Classic & getting it, buying Noah his loved Kicky Pants pjs and animal blanket, the Zoloft times, and I'm sure there are more. As much as I complained I love being pregnant, the amazement of delivering, and all the tiring and trying times that come with a newborn. I LOVE BEING A MOM!
Welcome to the family Noah. We think you are just perfect and can't imagine our lives without you in our family. We love you!
