We had our baby girl--Olivia Rosalyn Nishi--on Monday, April 4th at 7:51pm! She was exactly 7 pounds and was 19.5 inches long. It was crazy because when I was thinking before she was born about how big I'd make her if I could choose, I was hoping for 7 pounds, 20 inches. With her hair standing up straight, she was right on target! She looks a lot like Mike in my opinion, except she has a pouty little girl mouth and my ears. I already get sad thinking about some boy wanting to kiss her lips because they are so adorable. I told Mike that I don't want to give her away to some stupid boy when she gets bigger! But he reassured me that we have plenty of time to worry about that...
The day she was born was my first day of maternity leave. I woke up early that morning, but decided to go back to sleep. I figured just in case I went into labor, I'd be glad for a few more hours (and I was). I got out of bed around 10:30 and went to take a shower. I felt completely fine and normal until around 11:00 when I got out of the shower and started feeling contractions. The contractions quickly got extremely intense and I texted Mike to come home. I still wasn't sure I was in labor, but I was in enough pain to at least need help moving around. I called the doctor and she told me to come to the office for a labor check at 1:30. Mike got home around 12:30. We finished packing our bags and I picked up the house between contractions because I didn't want her to come home to a messy house (evidently pain makes you crazy). The contractions had evened out by this point and actually were farther apart than they had been, so I started to worry this was a false alarm. We went to the doctor anyway and it was a good thing we did because she gasped when she checked me-- I was already 7 centimeters (out of 10). She told me to go to the hospital immediately-- do not pass go, do not stop!
When we got to the hospital, there were nurses waiting in the hallway for us, welcoming us by name. It was great! I must have looked pretty pathetic because three people tried to give me a wheelchair on the way to the OB wing, but I insisted on walking. When I got settled in I was at 8 centimeters and told them I was ready for an epidural. They got my IV in and the epidural was next. It wasn't as painful as expected (maybe just compared to the contractions) and once it was in, I was in heaven--other than being itchy from the narcotics. I still hadn't eaten since dinner the night before, but you can't eat in labor, so they gave me a Popsicle and I was an extremely happy camper. By now it was about 3pm and we decided to start calling/texting people. Everything was looking good so the nurses basically let us be and we hung out with Beth, Heather, Daniel, my mom and her husband. I didn't want the TV or anything, so we all just chatted and I made everyone listen to stories about when I was born.
Around 5pm, they came to check me again and said I was at 10 centimeters! They said I could start pushing or I could wait for the doctor. My water still hadn't broken and I figured it would make pushing quicker to give the baby more time to drop lower, so I decided to wait. At 7pm the doctor came in and broke my water and then we started pushing about 30 minutes later. Luckily this easy baby wanted out ASAP. I only pushed five times, for about 20 minutes, and she was born! Labor had lasted about eight hours. Unfortunately, there was quite a bit of thick meconium (baby poo) in the amniotic fluid, so they had to take her to the warmer right away and pump it all out of her. I have a phobia of choking and I couldn't believe she was already choking the minute she was born! Everything turned out okay, though. They got her suctioned and then brought her to me. I was so scared I couldn't stop shaking. I felt like she was going to break! Soon, family and friends came in for a "meet and greet." There were lots of pictures and everyone passed her around for about 15 minutes before we said goodbye so we could start feeding. Feeding went well, we transferred to our new room and got settled in for the next two nights.
The nurses at the hospital were amazing and I would definitely recommend Exempla Good Samaritan. There was so much support and they were all like friends. Two nurses told us to have another kid right away so they could see us again and a third nurse came in to see me at the end of her shift because she wanted to give me a goodbye hug. Everyone was also gaga over Olivia. Our nurse brought in another nurse from the department so she could see the adorable baby her coworkers had been talking about and another couldn't believe she wasn't a c-section baby because of her perfect little head. Turns out you can subsist on a diet of mexican food and pizza for your entire pregnancy and still have a kid that turns out okay. Who knew! Speaking of food, the hospital had great food and sent us home with a full lasagna meal when we left. Ahh... I miss the hospital...
Since then, things have been going pretty well, though. We got home on Wednesday night and tried to get settled in with a new set up. We've had some trouble with feedings and a lot of things about the whole process have been very very painful, so I'm trying to work through that. Today I'm feeling better, though, and am trying to feel human again by getting up and around the house a bit. I've probably only slept about six hours since Sunday night, mostly because Olivia's been "cluster feeding," which means she wants to eat about every hour. Since eating takes about 30-45 minutes from start to finish, that doesn't leave much time for anything else.
Anyway, that's Olivia's story so far! Overall, the pain and difficulty has been completely worth it to have such a beautiful, adorable, healthy girl. We feel incredibly blessed by God!



