Category Archives: Motherhood

My son does not nap…

And that’s a big reason that I have not been around for a while. I apologize that I sort of fell off the face of the world for a while there. If I’m being totally honest… I think I was kind of hiding.

w no napIt started in October, when my son decided he no longer liked sleeping. (The 4-month sleep regression is real!) I was exhausted in every way possible. Thankfully, he has started sleeping through the night, but he still refuses to nap more than 30 minutes at a time and usually only twice, maybe three times a day. I left my full-time job to stay home with him, but I do have a part-time, work-from-home job, so any time I got him to go down for a nap, I’ve felt like I have to spend that time working. And even if I wasn’t working, there were a million things around the house to do. And then I sometimes just needed a little time for myself. I don’t like that it happened, but my blog kept getting pushed further down the list.
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My son’s first Ostomy Day

My son will grow up in a different world. He will grow up in a place where having an ostomy is a normal thing. I mean, 1 out of his 2 parents will have one!

waylon ostomy 2He’ll know what a stoma is. He’ll understand there’s a difference between a colostomy and an ileostomy. He will celebrate World Ostomy Day. He will probably at some point blurt out to some stranger that mommy poops in a bag. He will know that an ostomy is not disfiguring. It is not gross. It is not debilitating. And he will know that it saved his mom’s life.

I pray that in knowing these things, he will understand that sometimes people are different from us and that’s okay. I hope he will always remember that you don’t know what’s going on in someone’s life below the surface, and that he will have patience and show kindness to everyone.
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Waylon’s birth story – Part 3

Read Part 1 and Part 2 of Waylon’s birth story.

After Waylon was born that Friday evening, one of the first things they want you to do is to feed them. I was able to get him to feed pretty quickly, but we had one complication that came up. He had low blood sugar, which is non uncommon for premature babies. So I fed him again in hopes that it would go up, but it actually dropped even further, which meant we were in for a bunch of monitoring that night.

waylon2It took about 3 hours to get us out of the delivery room because of this and everything else that needed to be done. We ended up giving him some formula to help, since breastfeeding wasn’t cutting it at the time. By this time we were settled into a room on the postpartum floor. We were told to keep feeding and supplementing and giving him as much skin-to-skin contact as possible to help with the low blood sugar. Needless to say, there was not much sleep to be had that night as I had him laying on my chest just about the whole time. Each time they checked his blood sugar they had to prick his foot for the blood test. And we had to get three good readings in a row in order to be out of the woods. It honestly didn’t seem to bother him too much, but I was a wreck each time they had to test his blood. Thankfully by the morning, we had gotten three good readings for his blood sugar and we were able to stop monitoring it.

The first day was filled with lots of family stopping by, lots of nurses and doctors checking in on us, and a ton of just trying to figure things out and getting to know our little guy. But the down side of the whole thing was that I still was on a no food, no water “diet.” Trust me, there are few things worse than giving birth to a child and them being told you’re not allowed to eat anything. Although having a new little baby does help distract you from that, at least. But the good part was that I was already feeling a million times better! The pain I had been feeling before was immediately gone and I was starting to feel more like myself and able to enjoy time with our son… even if I felt like I was starving.

That day was a little overwhelming with everyone stopping by, but it was nice seeing everyone so excited to meet Waylon. And he did great. Since he was born a preemie, he slept a ton. Even more than full-term babies. It was a rare occasion while at the hospital to catch him with his eyes open. Even so, I don’t think that entire day the little man ever laid in the bassinet they give you, since he was either in my arms or someone else’s.

waylon1That was pretty much our whole day on Saturday. A normal part of those couple of days in the hospital is running tests on his bilirubin level (yah, something I’d never heard of either) and basically it measures the level of jaundice. Waylon’s levels were a little high, which is also common among premature babies. Thankfully it’s treatable, but it is something that can cause problems if left untreated. The treatment, however, is being set under a UV light for 24 hours. They told us this during the night Saturday and said they could either take him to the nursery and put him under the lights there or they could move one of the lights into our room. Of course I was told them to leave him in our room rather than taking him away.

In order to do this treatment, they have him only in a diaper (which we quickly had discovered he hated being naked!) with protective glasses covering his eyes and you have to leave him under there and can’t pick him up. So they bring him in with this light and he just screamed and screamed. And there was nothing I could do. I just sat there and cried, feeling so helpless that there was nothing I could do for my son. My husband and I eventually agreed that he should be taken to the nursery, because I could not handle listening to him crying knowing I couldn’t help. They would bring him back to me every couple of hours for feeding and I got to hang out with him about an hour, but that was all I got to see him for the next day.

Waylon6At least by Sunday morning they allowed me to start eating again and everything went great. The blockage was completely gone after having given birth and I was having no further issues or pain. It was fairly quiet day and I actually got the chance to shower and get ready and go outside for a little bit. It was good to finally start feeling human again, but it was hard only getting to see Waylon every few hours. My husband went home that evening to check on everything at the house, so it was just me that night, making it harder not having my little guy with me the whole time. At one point, I knew they were supposed to be bringing him to me soon for a feeding, so every time I heard something moving outside my room I would perk up, hoping it would be him. Once they finally brought him to me, I had my first emotional postpartum breakdown and starting crying just because I was so glad to see him again. (Silly mom.)

By Monday morning we got the good news that his bilirubin levels were getting lower and we would be able to go home that day! So even with being born 4 weeks early and under 6 lbs., we only spent 3 days in the hospital, which is only one day longer than the typical hospital stay for moms giving birth, and didn’t spend any time in the NICU. At our follow-up appointments at the pediatrician, he gained weight really well, nearly doubling it by his 2 month appointment!

This kid is my little miracle baby. I was so nervous in those weeks beforehand about how much he would weigh and if he’d have to spend a lot of time at the hospital or have any other complications. And while those last few weeks of pregnancy and my labor and birth did not happen the way I had planned, I am so thankful to have a perfectly healthy little boy who is already one of the most amazing people I know. I can’t wait to see the person he becomes.

Waylon’s birth story – Part 2

Read Part 1 of Waylon’s birth story

Things started early the next day, which was Friday, June 12. Since I had done so well over night and I didn’t want to be completely miserable during labor, they removed my NG tube and started all of the preps to more fully induce labor. I was 4 cm dilated by this time.

steph hospitalPrior to being induced, I had considered doing a natural labor with no epidural, but changed my mind for 3 reasons: 1. I have heard that if you are being induced with Pitocin that you’re usually better off with an epidural since contractions are often more intense and closer together. Plus, since it’s not a natural labor, it often takes longer. 2. I hadn’t eaten anything in more than 48 hours and didn’t think I’d have the strength. 3. I had been through so much pain the previous two days that I honestly didn’t think I would be able to make it another day dealing with the same sorts of pains.

They got the epidural in early, so we could start it before the induction medications. Thankfully it went in easy and worked really well for the most part. Around 11:00 a.m. they started the Pitocin, and about 2 hours later one of the doctors came in to break my water, which meant we were really getting things going. I “labored” for about 8 hours but didn’t feel a darn thing. (Except at one point I started feeling the contractions so they gave me a quick epidural booster.) Around 5:00 that evening the doctor came in to check me again and said I was at 9 cm and getting really close. (Cue the freak out!) But they told me to hang tight until I really started feeling pressure and the urge to push. It was about 7:00 when I started feeling like we were close to “go time.” Of course this is right at shift change in a hospital, so it took a little while to get everything ready for that, which I am now glad for since I think it would have been a longer road if I had started pushing right then.

It was a busy night on the delivery floor with, I believe, four other women in the final stages of labor. So it was just the nurse, my husband and me in the room when I started pushing. It was actually really nice, because it was quiet and we had the lights down low and the nurse and my husband each held one of my legs as I started pushing.

I believe my epidural had started to wear off a little by now, because I was definitely feeling contractions. This didn’t turn out to be a bad thing because it helped me better know when was time to push, rather than judging based on the monitor. It still definitely took the edge off, because even pushing never really hurt. It more of felt like a ton of pressure and took an extraordinary amount of energy. Looking back, I definitely don’t think I would have had the strength if I had been dealing with full-blown labor pains all day.

I pushed for right about an hour when we got the point that we had to get the rest of the team in there. After that, there were 5 or 6 other people as a part of the whole process. It was about another half-hour before I finally heard the “here he comes” and Waylon Alan Hughes entered the world at 9:13 p.m.

It’s normal procedure at my hospital to immediately give the child to the mother for skin-to-skin contact for a few minutes before doing all that they need to do. They brought him out and did put him on my chest, but for only a few seconds. I think because he was a preemie and wasn’t making a lot of noise right when he came out that they wanted to make sure everything was alright.

waylon birthI felt so helpless as I had to lay there while the rest of the birthing process continued to happen and they had my baby across the room, where I could hardly see him, but my husband got to stand there with him. I was waiting so anxiously to find out his weight. I knew we needed over 2000 grams to forego a guaranteed trip to the NICU. I was so nervous because just 2 weeks before I had an ultrasound and was told that he was measuring small for his due date. I was just praying that he had gained weight, even though I had been on liquid diet and bowel rest for most of the time since the scan. Then I heard he was 2580 grams, which I had no idea how big that was but knew it was over 2000! Turns out, he was 5 lbs. 11 oz.! I couldn’t believe it. I was just hoping for over 4.5 pounds and he was close to 6! He was perfectly healthy and they were able to bring him back to me and let us spend some time together after they checked him over.

I can’t explain the relief I felt in knowing that he was doing so well and had gained weight in those final weeks and would not need to go to the NICU. It is such an amazing feeling getting to meet this little one that you have anticipated for so long and who has been growing inside you for the past 9 months. He was so tiny and perfect and so much more than I could have ever imagined.

Read Part 3 of Waylon’s birth story