Wednesday, January 5, 2011

It's a Birth Story. Consider Yourselves Warned.

Don't worry.  I'll try to spare you all the gorey details...

When Roon and I were married, we always knew we wanted kids.  We also knew that we did NOT want to have a baby right away.  Some people are "honeymoon baby" people, some people aren't.  Roon and I, were NOT.

After several bouts of trial and error, we found a "temporary" birth control that worked for us. 

If you know anything about the "Depo shot", you know that it lasts for 3 months, and then you have to have it again.  So, when you're on it, you not only have to think about what your current plans are, but what your plans are for 3 months from then.

8 months into our marriage, Roon and I saw babies EVERYWHERE.  Sure, we lived in Rexburg, land of multiplying like rabbits, but since our school was only a 2 year school at the time, married students were less common, so it seemed RIDICULOUS how many babies we would spot on a trip to the grocery store. 

So, we started talking about it.  We were one month away from needing a "booster" shot, so we decided that we would have one more shot, and then see how we felt from there. 

Except, by the end of that month, Roon suggested that the last shot I had, should have been my last shot. 
And just like that, 9 months into our marriage, we were "trying".

We thought it would be easy.

We thought wrong.

Turns out, Depo works a little TOO well. 

After the first few months of trying, and not succeeding, we tried not to panic.  After all, it had only been a few months.  We decided not to let ourselves get too worried until we reached a year of trying with no result.  Then, and only then, would we seek out the help of medical professionals. 

But we never actually believed it would reach that point.

A year, and several false alarms later, we didn't let ourselves get too excited when I was late.  It had happened before.  Two weeks passed, and I finally gave in and bought a test.  Friday, May 3, 2002 I found out I was going to be a mommy. 

My pregnancy progressed normally.  I was VERY sick, but it wasn't anything I couldn't handle.  5 months into my pregnancy, Roon and I made the trek to Salt Lake City to be seen by a specialist to evaluate the baby's heart (because I'm a freak of nature), and as an added bonus, we were to learn the sex.

Before my next appointment, my doctor passed away.  The transition to his business partner was smooth and painless.  I didn't learn until months later how disastrous it really was. 

My due date was originally January 1st.  It was later moved to December 29th.  A few days before Christmas, I had my last check up, during which I asked some routine questions pertaining to my heart defects and induction.  My doctor was stunned.  He had NO IDEA what I was talking about.  He scrambled to try to figure out if I could even deliver the baby naturally, or if I would require a C-Section. 

A plan was put into place, and my induction date was set for the day after Christmas. 

Roon and I hardly slept the night before.  We went to the hospital bright and early, and checked in. 

Highlights from the day include:  My family playing games in the delivery room, a less than friendly nurse anesthetist, and a hilarious analysis of the pain chart. 

At 6:37 p.m., after a little less than 12 hours of labor, Sissy was born, weighing in at 6 pounds, 14 ounces.

She was worth the wait.

This year, our baby turned 8.  In our church, turning 8 is a very important milestone. 

On her birthday, she was baptized and confirmed a member of our church.  It was beautiful. 

To celebrate her special day, and to serve as a distraction while she got changed after her baptism, Roon made a slideshow in honor of her. 

Here is just the first portion of it, for your viewing pleasure. 



Unknown said...

Your doctor died?! Holy crap! I hate those stupid pain scale things... please shoot me if I ever make any of those faces.

Shawn said...

Awe happy birthday Sissy!

cbusch said...

Sounds like you have my luck in your life. Great ending. Happy Birthday Sissy.

Emmy said...

Great video! Love that song. And what a special year. Glad all went well with the birth even with you being a freak ;)

Jen said...

Darn you, Sami. I'm bawling like a baby. I guess it could be hormone related, but that was beautiful! Thanks for sharing. Happy Birthday, Sissy!

P.S. Who sings that? I want to buy the cd and save it for Abby's baptism. LOVE it!

Impulsive Addict said... it! Happy birthday to Sissy!

Mamarazzi said...

way to make me cry! loved the video montage...pure sweetness!!

Evelyn @ Hanging by a Silver Lining said...

That song always makes me cry. This time was no different. Waaaaah! How beautiful! Happy Birthday and congratulations Sissy!

Xazmin said...

Beautiful Sami! She is gorgeous, and what a special birthday. Pixie will turn 8 and be baptized in February! I can't even stand how fast they're growing up!

Also - we have that same black and gold dress she is wearing in the video!

shortmama said...

Hope she had a great birthday!

Suzanne Maughan said...

The pain scale had us laughing out loud when my daughter was born...and we laughed again when we had to stare at it when my son was born.
My body is also a freak of nature of sorts and requires only c sections. Really hard for me to accept---but I think I've accepted it. And if not, I'm kind of forced to. :)
Happy birthday to your 8 yr old princess. I hope her baptism went well.

Macey said...

Okay, why does everyone think that the pain chart is funny? **hands on hips....tapping foot...** I didn't think it was funny but the people "helping" me thought it was!
Hope your baby had a great day, that's an awesome video!!

Sarahie said...

Beautiful story, Sami! You put life in such a realistic and yet uplifting perspective. And congratulations to Sissy! I am so impressed with kids who make such a good big decision so young. (My niece will be getting baptized on Saturday!)

CRZN GMA said...

That was FABULOUS! Way to make a grandmother start her day bawling!

Myya said...

Awe I love this, I love birth stories. I love the picture of the 3 of you when you are holding her in the hospital. Priceless!Happy Birthday to your sweet little girl. She is beautiful!

{leah} said...

What a cute daughter you have!!