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Travin Christian

All cleaned up and ready for a nap.

The first family photo with Travin.

Everybody took a turn holding him.

not really liking being left alone on the scale.



just before his first bath, not happy

Well, I am much happier after my last post.  My faith in my doctor has been restored and I have lost 20 pounds so things are looking up!

The weekend before I had Travin we were up in Cedar City with Tanner and his football team.  My secret hope was that on the way home we would stop off at the hospital in St. George and have us a baby.  Well, the contractions started on the way home but it wasn't enough to stop.  I wasn't about to be told that they couldn't do anything because I wasn't 39 weeks so we went on home.  It was a miserable night with the contractions coming on and off all night long.  I woke up the next morning sick to my stomach and still contracting.  The phone rings and I thought who in the world is calling on a Sunday morning?  Tanner brings me the phone and I'm just about to tell him to tell whoever it is that I don't feel good when he hands me the phone and walks off.  So I answer and to my surprise it's my doctor.  He is calling to check on me.  He is back from vacation and noticed that I haven't delivered yet.  I told him that I didn't feel very good.  He said, "well, your probably getting sick of those contractions so if I don't see you later this afternoon, come to my office first thing in the morning and we'll strip your membranes and see if we can get things going."  I was so excited because what I heard is that tomorrow it will all come to an end!

My contractions did as they always do and stopped for most of the day and then started back up in the afternoon and then stopped again.  So on Monday, after we got the boys off to school, Trent and I headed to the doctors.  I had my bag packed and the carseat all strapped in.  So we get to the office and the DR. comes in and says, I can induce you at 39 weeks...and I just about exploded on him.  He must have seen my face because he says "let me check you first and then we can discuss your options"  I was positive I was still going to be a 3.  I was getting ready to be ticked off at my doctor, but then he says,"oh, your a five!"  And he's all up in my business for quite a while and then he says, "oh, your ready!  Did you bring your bag?"  I said, " you know that I did!"  He says, "well, go walk around the Temple for 30 mins and I'll meet you at the hospital."  I wanted to kiss him!  I was so happy! 

When we got to the hospital, it was so nice because they just put us in a delivery room, not the room where they monitor you for an hour and then send you home.  We were there to stay!  They got me all hooked up to the monitors and then checked me again and the nurse said I was a 6 almost a 7.  I couldn't belive it.  That walk around the Temple had been miracle medicine.  (If I'd have known that's all it took I would have been walking there two weeks ago(: )  I was having a few contractions but nothing serious.  The doctor came in at noon and broke my water which hasn't done much for me in the past but I swear within minutes I started having regular contractions that I was having to stop and focus my breathing to get through them.  The nurses pretty much left Trent and I alone to work through it together which was nice.  I didn't want them to check me every hour because it hurts and I would definetly tell them when I needed to push.  My doctor came in a few hours later to check me and I was at a 9.  I was getting so tired and it was really, really hurting.  I wanted to just curl up in a little ball and die.  My doctor told me he had this little trick he could try.  It would hurt but it might speed things up.  I was already hurting but the speeding things up part was very appealing to me so I told him to go ahead.  He told me during my next contraction he was going to try and get my cervix out of the way and he needed me to push just a little bit.  Well, I did and within seconds the doctor is like "this baby's coming, get me another glove!"  It's funny to think back on it now, but whatever he did worked and I was ready to push the baby out, but I couldn't because the doctor wasn't ready.  They didn't have time to break the bed down.  My doctor didn't even have time to put his gown on.  He delivered my baby off to the side.  I had to stifle the pushing part to give the nurse time to help my doctor get his other glove on.  With both his gloves on, two short pushes and we had us a baby.  And my doctor says, "And that's how it's done!"  I was so relieved.  All the contraction pain ended immediately, and then other pains started but my baby was finally here!  He didn't cry at first so I was worried that something was wrong but he was just laying there while the doctor let Trent cut the cord.  Then they put him on my belly and I couldn't stop the tears from coming.  He was so beautiful.  They took him and weighed him and when they said he was 7lbs 2oz and 20 inches, I was honestly so grateful that I was able to keep him safe inside me for so long.  It was hard on me but I had myself a beautiful, healthy baby that I would be taking home from the hospital the next day.  I'm just so grateful that my uterus was able to perform in the end.  When I needed it the most, it didn't let me down!  So I won't cut it up into little tiny pieces and throw it in the river.  I might just keep it around for a little while longer just so that it knows how grateful I am!