Finding calm in the chaos

Finding calm in the chaos

Friday, October 09, 2015

Cecelia and Beatrice's birth story September 30 2015

This birth story actually starts over a year ago, when Joe and I were helping on an Engaged Encounter retreat and I felt a tug on my heart that we weren't done having children. After Henry's difficult pregnancy, we both decided to table the idea for awhile, but around the same time, Natalie began to add prayers for a baby sister to her nighttime ritual.

For a year.

So, the moral of this story is pray faithfully and God will answer...times two.

Although I continued to be a large and uncomfortable pregnant woman with this pregnancy, I actually felt the best I'd ever felt while pregnant. I didn't run or exercise for fear of preterm labor (ha! maybe I should have!) but ate very healthily due to my gestational diabetes. I started to get antsy for labor to start around 34 weeks when I knew we could have the twins locally...and my maternity leave was due to start.
36 weeks pregnant. Total weight gain 49 lbs! (Still gained more with Henry and Sam :).

My antsy-ness turned into a general crabbiness and pity party as week 34 and week 35 passed without any sign of labor. The supermoon eclipse was scheduled for Sunday, September 26 and--as all nurses know--weird things happen with a full moon, so I was sure I would go into labor. Joe and I worked through about 4 hours of contractions and called Lala to come stay the night...then the contractions stopped.

I saw Dr. Berg the next day as scheduled and was dilated to 5cm, which was encouraging...although I knew I'd been stuck at 6cm with Henry for 3 weeks last time! So, Tuesday, September 28, Henry and I dropped off Sam and Natalie at school, lugged in a case of wine for the school auction, and headed to the office to do a little bit of work and see a last minute patient.

As soon as I wrapped up with the patient around 10:30am, I began having mild, regular contractions every 10 minutes. I called to get in for my nonstress test, but every labor and delivery bed was full, so they told me to call back later that afternoon. Henry and I went home for lunch and a nap, but the contractions continued and I had Joe come home to help with Henry while I baked some muffins to take my mind off the contractions, which continued to be mild. Ultimately, around 2pm, I loaded up Henry and we went to the hospital to see what was going on.

Joe met us there and we had a nonstress test and were dilated to a 5 1/2cm. Slow going, but not uncomfortable, we walked around for awhile. The ultrasound at the hospital unfortunately showed that Luke was now breech, but Dr. Berg still felt like we could have a trial of labor and attempt a breech extraction.

An hour or two later, we were dilated to a 6cm. Slow, slow, slow...but progress. We decided we'd feel best about staying at the hospital rather than going home and we were admitted. Nicole, our fabulous doula, came over at that point and Christina, fabulous sister-in-law, also joined the labor party.

They all took turns walking with me. Nicole suggested I do some belly lifts with each contractions. The contractions weren't uncomfortable, but I did not like those belly lifts! Nevertheless, they seemed to work and we continued to make slow and steady progress. We tried the breast pump to make the contractions stronger, which seemed to help a little.

At 7 1/2 cm (somewhere around 9-10pm), our nurse, Sam, thought we needed to do continuous fetal monitoring, which proved tedious and cumbersome. One baby or the other would continue to disappear off the monitor and I'd spend what seemed like forever in bed while she fiddled with the monitor, chasing the rogue baby down. Contractions weren't as productive when I was in bed, but they also couldn't get two telemetry monitors to work, so we were moved to a bigger room and I stuck pretty close to the bed for the remainder of labor.

Contractions began to get stronger and more uncomfortable, especially in my back. Nicole, Teenie, and Joe took turns doing the double hip squeeze as I breathed through them. At some point, Mom and Dan stopped by to say hi, but I couldn't really focus on conversation at that point. Contractions got stronger, but I couldn't get beyond 8-8 1/2 cm. There wasn't any plan to break my water or doing anything different until morning and I wasn't sure how much longer I could cope with these contractions, so we got an epidural, which worked really well. We were all able to get some rest for a few hours in the early morning, but, of course, laying in bed with a numb body, labor seemed to plateau. Teenie had to go home to take her kids to school and I was sorry that after all of her helping with labor, she didn't get to meet these babies yet.

Dr. Berg came and broke my water in the morning and I was sure we'd be meeting our two babies soon. Every time I've had my water broken, the contractions have gotten much stronger and productive.

Not in this case.

And I was numb from the epidural, which made me feel restless. Joe and Nicole took turns rubbing my legs to help with pins and needles feeling. A while later, Leryn (day shift nurse) came in with Dr. Berg so I could try pushing...but I was so numb, I couldn't push effectively. I had a crisis of confidence and started crying. Was this labor ever going to be over?

Pitocin was started and the epidural was turned down. I began to feel the contractions. Nicole had me sit up in bed to put more pressure on my cervix for awhile. Then we tried the peanut ball (which is a birthing ball shaped like a peanut) to open up my hips with contractions.

All of a sudden...I needed to push.

I needed to push NOW.

Except Dr. Berg wasn't there yet. Breathing through pushing urges was one of the HARDEST things I've done. Someone said Dr. Berg would be here soon and I remember saying "No, she won't! I heard you say she just got in her car!" It seemed like an eternity.
Cecelia crying; Bea on the right

Proud dad--TWO daughters
We'd planned that the twins would be born in the OR so if emergency C-section was needed everything would be ready. However, there'd been an emergency C-section right before this and the OR wasn't cleaned yet. I, for one, was thankful. I couldn't imagine pushing on that little OR table. Nurses bustled around my room setting up trays and warmers...and finally, Dr. Berg arrived. I rolled over and announced I was going to start pushing now. I had an incredible pain in my left thigh and Nicole applied pressure throughout pushing, which helped immensely.

Four pushes later, Cecelia Janice was born, weighing 7lbs, 6oz at 2:58pm. She is named after Cecelia (patron saint of music) and Janice, my grandma.

They laid her on my chest immediately and she began crying. She wanted to nurse, but we had another baby to deliver! Before I knew what was happening, Dr Berg had broken my water and reached up to grab Luke, who was breech. It was a crazy, intense, painful sensation and I was glad to have Cecelia on my chest to distract me. After a bit, I felt like they were shoving the baby back up into my uterus. Ugh!

Dr Berg then announced we were going to have to proceed with a C-section to get Luke out. I wanted Joe to be able to stay with Cecelia and thought Nicole would be coming with me to the OR, but at the last minute, Nicole was told it was against policy for her to come in. Luke seemed to be doing well on the monitor, so there was time to give me a spinal instead of having to have general anesthesia and I was grateful for that.

So far, I'd felt like I'd experienced every single kind of birth experience someone could have. The C-section was by far the WORST part of the birth experience and I was grateful that all attempts to avoid one had been made. Luke was delivered, but was difficult to get out. The baby was breech with one leg down and the other leg up over the head. Aside from the hip being sort of dislocated on delivery, baby B tolerated C-section fairly well. I'd hoped for them to lay her on my chest while they closed, but when they showed me her I felt so sick and felt so much abdominal pressure, it was all I could do to look at her and say hi. Baby B, whom we would later decide to name Beatrice Amy after St. Beatrice and my sister, weighed 6lbs 3 oz and was born at 3:39pm.

Joe went with Beatrice to the nursery and Nicole was able to come in. My shoulders and neck ached for some reason and she rubbed them while they finished up surgery. Postoperative recovery was uneventful, but I was exhausted. I'd lost some blood and required a transfusion. I was surprised at how long it took me to bounce back (I guess I'm still working on bouncing back, honestly) and how much my belly hurt after a C-section. If I had to do it over again, I still would have made the same choices in the hopes of trying to avoid a C-section.

Big sister Natalie holding Bea
Sam, a pro by now, holding Bea
Big brother Henry holding Cecelia with mom helping
Several of the nurses asked if I was disappointed about how the births went and I can honestly say no. I was comfortable for much of labor and we birthed two beautiful healthy babies.

What a miracle.

It wasn't what Joe and I planned or how I had hoped it would have turned out, but I am so thankful that we all came out relatively unscathed. The twins needed zero NICU/special care and aside from my own slow recovery, we are all doing well. I have a great teammate and labor partner in my husband, a dedicated sister in law who stayed up all night laboring with me, and a fabulous doula who will always hold a special place in our family's heart to share this experience with...and two beautiful daughters to add to our family.

What a gift.
The best part about having a twin is always having a teammate. Cecelia left, Bea right

Saturday, September 19, 2015

Like a turtle on its back

Well, we have hit 35 weeks and 2 days and, frankly, I wish these guys would hurry up and get the heck out. My belly measures 47 1/2 inches around and my fundal height is 46 cm.

That's like being 46 weeks pregnant, folks.

Technically, my maternity leave starts Monday at 4:30pm, so it would be most convenient to go into labor at 4:31pm, but I am so huge and uncomfortable giving birth YESTERDAY would have been my choice.

Today, I tried to cope with my back, hip, neck pain/Braxton-hicks/cankles by taking a nap when Henry went down for one. Of course, as soon as I dozed off, Henry started to cry. Joe was out running errands so I actually had to do some hands-on mothering instead of my usual delegation. ("Hey, since you knocked me up with TWINS, why don't you get your son/let out the dog/rub my back/bring me a snack?)

Mid-nap Henry is a force to be reckoned with and I approached the crib with all the caution of a hostage negotiator. Fortunately, he was clear in his demands and I was happy to get him some milk and lay down on the bottom bunk bed until he fell asleep. Maybe we'd both get a nap.

Henry fell quickly back to sleep and I tried to get comfortable amongst Natalie's hoard of tiny pillows, blankets, stuffed animals, notebooks and pencils. Finally, I was able to roll on my side and wedge a few pillows around my large body for support.

Except then I didn't have enough room to turn back over.

I was facing the wall without anything to grab onto and didn't have enough headroom to sit up or move without squishing my large belly.

No worries....I'd just text Joe to come help me.

Except my phone was out of reach...behind me.

I was stuck. Like a turtle on its back. Like a beached whale. Like a pregnant mother of giant twins.

I wish these babies would just get OUT already!

Fortunately, Sam and Natalie started wondering where I was and sounded the alarm when Joe got home. He was able to extricate me from my cozy little nap den without having to break out the Jaws of Life...and without awakening Henry. He's a pro, that guy.

Crossing our fingers that labor will start soon.

Wednesday, July 29, 2015

Baby names

We've been talking about baby names at our house. The kids' top vote? Bong Bong after a bus on their favorite cartoon "Tayo the Little Bus".

Needless to say, the discussion is far from over, although Sam has reminded me to "keep an open mind".

At least it's not Lampie.

Friday, December 19, 2014

and that's the news from Casa Kaufman (Christmas edition)

Dear friends and family,

We hope this post finds you happy and healthy. It's been a big year for our little family! Early last year, we decided to take the plunge into business ownership. Jen made the difficult decision to leave her position as a gastroenterology nurse practitioner at a local hospital and open her own clinic in Clarkston, WA (just across the river from Lewiston, ID). We moved to Clarkston to be closer to the clinic as well (moving homes and opening the clinic in the same week was not our most brilliant idea).

Sam and Natalie on our new-to-us boat
We thought life with three kids was busy...little did we know that business ownership is even busier! The move, though, has been richly rewarding and Jen has felt honored that many of her patients followed her to the new clinic. Joe and the kids have been supportive and encouraging throughout the process, even though this first year has meant a lot of time away from home.

If one business weren't enough, we decided to add another business to our life--selling sweet corn. We'd been partners with Joe's brother and wife, Steve and Christina, in the corn maze last year and we decided to expand the business to include growing and selling sweet corn. We spent many a late Friday night picking and packing up sweet corn and many an early Saturday selling it at the Moscow Farmers' Market. It was a fun adventure, but we decided we might wait a few more years before we grow corn again--when our kids are a bit older and don't get lost in the corn patch so easily.
Sam carving pumpkins at (soon-to-be) Aunt Jeannine's

Sam is 6 1/2 and in first grade. He continues to be an easy going kid and a compassionate, thoughtful big brother to Sam and Natalie. He loves all things Legos and Star Wars. This summer, we took a family vacation to DisneyLand and he got to participate in Jedi Knight training--the best experience of his life so far.

Natalie in the Nutcracker

Natalie is nearly 5 and in preschool. She wishes she were in kindergarten already; we often have to give her "homework" to do at the kitchen table while Sam does his school work. She is a budding ballerina (and tap dancer) and danced as a baby mouse in a local production of the Nutcracker. In her (and our) opinion, she was the star of the show! She gets to spend most Fridays with Grandma Dori and we love the freshly baked cookies she comes home with.
Henry playing Dad's steel guitar

Henry is almost 2 and adds so much joy...and our home. He's a busy little guy who loves trains and trucks and his mama. Unfortunately, he has a penchant for biting, but aside from that, the twos have not been so terrible with this one.

Joe and Jen are still involved in church activities and enjoy belonging to the local Engaged Encounter community. Joe had a successful hunting season, bringing home a deer after one day of hunting. He continues to enjoy his work as an engineer for the City of Lewiston.  He also got to spend some time with Jen's running group this summer. Jen and five fellow moms decided to tackle the Mount Misery Relay--a short 56 mile relay over a nearby
Joe and Jen seeing a Broadway show on their 11th anniversary!

mountain--and Joe cheerfully volunteered to be the team driver.

Whew! It's been a busy year and we are hopeful that next year will be a little less exciting. As Christmas approaches, we are looking forward to having some quiet time to enjoy our family and ready our hearts to celebrate Jesus's birth. We wish you all a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year!

Jen, Joe, Sam, Natalie, Henry...and Schatzi

Saturday, September 27, 2014

They call me the Fireman

Stuff my kid says

Me to Henry: Look at the movie. See he's holding hands with his mama.

Movie: "Look both ways before you go. Hold the hand of a grown-up you know! "

Me to all the kids: See? Hold hands before you cross the street!

Natalie: But what if you have too much kids?!?

I ask myself that question every time we cross the Costco parking lot.