Saturday, March 29, 2014

March 5, 2014 Arrival of Baby Dior!

The race of our life to date just happened on March 5th with Lil' Dior McKenzi Webb entered our world at 2:51 PM.

Our routine visit to the Swedish Perinatal clinic the Friday before the baby was due did not go exactly as planned.  From the ultrasound the doctor noticed that our baby girl was not positioned very well and was frankly, in a position that these high risk doctors had not quite experienced before.  With all her other tests coming out normal they decided to wait until Tuesday for another ultrasound and book a C-section for Wednesday if needed.

Of course, we were nervous all weekend, and my mind was playing tricks...thinking she had moved.  By Tuesday morning the ultra sound confirmed that she was in the same position with her head bent back at a 90 degree angle.  They re-assured us that they believed she was healthy as could be, as far as they could tell.

On Wednesday we checked into Swedish two hours ahead of time, and I experienced body shakes and  nervousness like I had never felt before.  The unknown was lurking inside my head and the excitement of the arrival of our baby was closing in. 

By 2:30 I was in the operating room surrounded by amazing doctors, anesthesiologists, nurses, and my husband.  The team that was there for me and the baby was one I could not be more thankful for.  By the time the procedure started Dr Luthy (absolutely amazing!!) had the baby out within three to five minutes.  I knew it would be fast and literally had my own pace clock going on in my mind to get through it.  I remember gripping Marks hand, tears filled in both our eyes and saying..."We have to be at least 2 minutes into this". 

Shortly we heard her cry  and saw a brief glimpse of her, she looked pale, and the NICU doctor was by her side. Mark went over and was there for what seemed like eternity.  Turns out, yes, she was pale, and her breathing was off when she would turn her head. I was lucky to have a friend/anesthesiologist in the room to continue to hold my hand and tell me that things would be alright as the doctors and Mark watched over our baby girl.

This moment was the first time that really the meaning of having a "healthy" baby came to life. I was scared, nervous and afraid.  I was more prepared for that "wonderful-blessed" feeling everyone talks about...that was not the case.

After an eternity the nurse finally brought her over and I was able to give her a quick kiss before she headed up to the NICU for observation. She was gradually doing better and once I spent some time in the recovery room they let me go up to see her, where I was finally able to hold her for the first time.

At 9pm she was finally brought down to our room where she was able to be held by her father and grandparents.  This is one incredibly loved girl!  I am so thankful that my mom and all her grandparents were there and waited all day to make sure she was alright.

We stayed in the hospital until Saturday morning and were treated by exceptional nurses at Swedish. We were encouraged to let her stay in the nursery, that opened at 11pm, where the nurses watch over her for a few hours. Feeling a tad guilty at first I wasn't sure, but it was one of our best decisions for nights 2 and 3.  We were able to get sleep, go check in on her, and get some time to heal physically and mentally, along with prep for our upcoming nights at home.  The things the nurses do for you are unbelievable and all of a sudden this person whom you didn't know one day quickly becomes your new BFF as you relationship jumps to new levels immediately.

The C-section was not was I was prepared for in any way. It was nice to know "when" she was coming out, but the lead up to the surgery, and the final hours of count-down were filled with crazy emotions.  I put on my most brave face, and had Mark hold my hand and took the deepest breathe of all....that is all I could do.

The doctors cut a little longer incision due to her positioning and the recovery is taking a quite some time.  I am awaiting the time I can start going on walks (not-so-patiently)!

The meaning of family and the man you choose as your husband really has come to surface. My mom and I are closer than ever and Mark has shown a whole other level of "love" to myself and his daughter. I can't imagine going through any of this without their love and support. This is most-definitely a team effort.

Once settled I finally felt the  "wonderfully-blessed" feeling many new mothers mention. Dior literally stole our hearts that day and each day we are more an more grateful that she is safe, healthy and growing to be a lil' person in our big world.

Monday, January 13, 2014

A BIG twist on this journey!

Many of you have heard the news that we have a little baby girl on the way....due March 1!  Something has prompted me to give a little attention to this blog since I haven't quite logged what has been going on.

June: I was in the midst of training for ironman Whistler. Training was solid at times and a bit spotty at times.  I was struggling finding the time to train, coming off a 6 month colitis flare with no training during that time and my main  focus was and is always on our athletes, the business, and followed up with being the Official Coaches of Ironman Whistler.  If I felt good I would dive in! 

Ironman CDA hit and I was a tad more emotional that normal.  While on a longer training ride I nearly got hit by a deer flying across the road and then ricocheting off a truck back into my lane. It was scary...I was balling.  I went home and rested, I was SO tired!!!  Then ironman day rolled around and Mark had a fantastic race. I was crying as he went down the finish chute, he is the emotional one at this stuff, not me.

Looking back on trainingpeaks updates I had one of my best runs in a long time before leaving CDA.

On the drive home we were talking about how tired and emotional I was, Mark looked at me and said "your pregnant".  I laughed.

Then proceeded to take a pregnancy test the second I walked in our front door.  Yep, he was right!

The next few weeks, consisted of a Lululemon half marathon, Whistler camp and eventually IM Whistler. They also consisted of persistent "all-day sickness" and fatigue.  This is hard to manage when you are trying to keep things quiet.
12 weeks!

Most women go into remission with their colitis during pregnancy, I, however, was hit hard with a 3 week flare.  Happy that it was not as long as they have been in the previous years.  Keeping it managed means very little exercise, lots of rest and lots of hydration. 40 mg of predinisone, and increase in Humira to 1 pen per week and 75mg of Imuran (I know this is controversial, but clearly I need it). 
20 weeks

Eventually we shared the news, proceeded to buy a house (we have lived in a 600 square foot condo forever!) and have been getting things in order for the arrival of the baby. Basically, life has been moving at the same speedy rate as the size of my growing chest.

We are incredibly lucky that she is growing well, at the 47%, and seems to be very healthy!

It has been wonderful being able to have friends and family over for dinner to share our new home.
30 weeks!
Mark just painted the nursery walls pink....we are in for a big adventure!