Labor and delivery 

February 25th, 2016 forever changed my life. This was the day I became a mom. Jecelin Connie Sperry’s mom.  

 From the moment I found out I was pregnant, I started working on my delivery plan. I wanted to go all natural, no epidural, no pitocin, no c-section, and wanted a midwife. I pretty much just wanted to be left alone and let my body do what it’s supposed to do. 

I am sharing this blog to raise awareness and to reassure others that even though your plan doesn’t go step by step, you still can have a beautiful experience. I am also sharing this to let moms know you make the decisions and call the shots. Doctors can suggest but you ultimately are the decision maker. 

February 24th was two days before my due date! I woke up like any other day, got ready for work at 0515 and went in. I had no idea that this was the day I would go into labor. I felt pretty good, no signs of labor (loss of mucous plug, bloody show, final nesting, etc). At work that day we would be participating in a car wash to raise money for our upcoming ball. From 0930-1330 I was helping dry off cars and collecting money in the hot sun. I hadn’t realized it but  I had gotten a pretty good burn that day. After the car wash I came home ate a good ol pb&j and headed to my 40 week appointment. 

  
 (My last bump pics)

At my appointment my midwife did her normal checks; my weight, vitals, and measured my belly. She also set up my appointment for the following Friday to either induce me or check my fluids to see if the baby was still doing well. I left this appointment discouraged and also feeling like I was going to be pregnant for forever. Oh was I wrong.

After the appointment Daniel and I headed down to a hail and farewell for his battalion. This is where they greet new Leaders in the battalion and say goodbye to those leaving. We ate dinner and the formal portion was soon to begin. I sat at a table with a baby, so of course, I had to hold him 😊 before the formal portion, I handed the baby off to Daniel and went to the restroom. When I came back they had started their hails and farewells. Within the next ten minutes I felt a couple of gushes that I just thought was discharge. No, no it wasn’t. Within seconds I had streams of water rolling down my legs. I whispered to Daniel, “I think my water broke.” As his eyes popped out of his head, he felt it and confirmed it was definitely water. We abruptly stood up and headed for the car in which a bigger gush of water occurred.

When we got to the car, I called the hospital and told them what had happened and they told me to come in within the next few hours so they could check me/monitor me for infection. So many thoughts flooded my mind. 

We headed back home to show our friends how to feed the dogs, grab our chargers, and say “see ya soon” to the pups.

On our way to the hospital I was having contractions every 2-3 minutes for 23 seconds a piece. We arrived to the hospital where they began getting my vitals as well as check to see if my water had broke. For the first time in my life, my blood pressure was high!!!! Also, the midwife didn’t even have to do anything but look when checking to see if my water broke because another huge gush happened on the table. 

So they admitted me to the labor and delivery room. Little did I know it would be a long 24 hours. The first thing they did was draw blood and make me pee in a cup to see if my high blood pressure was anything serious and it wasn’t (thank goodness). 

Next, they checked my cervix to see how dilated I was. I soon found out that what they told me at my 12 week appointment about my cervix being posterior and tilted and could make it harder for delivery really meant 😳

It hurt so bad when she checked me. Once she finally got to my cervix I was only 1 Cm dilated. Talk about discouraging. 

She then suggested we insert a bulb to dilate me to a 3. 

Within 40 minutes, they took it out and I was at a 3. However, my contractions had spread way a part now. The nurse suggested introducing pitocin to bring my contractions closer together. I did NOT want this. However, since my water broke they wanted to ensure I delivered the baby within 24 hours to eliminate infection. They started pitocin and man oh man those contractions intensified. 

So from about 11pm until 11 am the next day, they kept increasing my Piticon, checking my vitals every hour to ensure I had no signs of infection, and let me be. I was in so much pain. I didn’t sleep at all that night, I did laps around the room pushing my cart around with the pitocin IV, bounced on the ball,  and waited it out. I was so uncomfortable. I had a blood pressure cuff on, a contraction band, and a heart rate monitor band on for Jecelin that kept sliding off! It was a long, long sleepless night. Around 1130 they checked me again. I was only 4-5 cm and 90% thinned. How discouraging!!!! I was defeated. My midwife also informed me that my foresac was still intact and that she needed to pop it in order to progress my dilation. She also told me how painful it could be and that they wanted to up my pitocin again after to get me to a 10 quicker. 

I was hysterical at this point. I was having hard contractions, I was exhausted, I was freezing, and I was just ready to have the baby. She suggested I get an epidural to ease my pain and allow me to sleep a few hours before pushing. I asked a million questions. I was so nervous that an epidural would increase my c-section rate, I was nervous about not feeling my legs, I was nervous it would mess up my back permanently, I was honestly a mess. 

The midwife left the room for Daniel and I to discuss it. Daniel was absolutely great. As I was hysterically crying and torn over what to do, he honestly gave me his opinion and supported me either way. We decided to go with the epidural so I could get some rest before pushing. 

We had the doctor come in who would give me my epidural and he explained everything, let me ask whatever questions I wanted, and re-assured me of the process. 

I had scoliosis growing up so I was scared that this would make the epidural harder to put in but he was sure to check my back before doing anything without my permission and give me an honest assessment. 

At around 1330, we finally started the epidural. I had been in labor for 18 hours already 😅

As I breathed through the contractions and stayed as still as possible, the epidural was in within 15 minutes. From the waist down I went numb within the next 15 minutes after that and I was able to finally get some rest. 

Fast forward to around 1800. My current midwife was about to end her shift but before she left she checked me and I was at an 8… Almost there. My favorite midwife/first midwife I had at my 12 week appointment was coming on shift! I was so excited she would be the one delivering me.

When she arrived at 1830, she checked me and could see baby J’s head! She said I would be ready to push at 1900. At 1900 she came in and prepped everything. She asked me if I wanted a mirror to watch and asked Daniel if he wanted to pull her out!

At 1920 I started pushing. It was so enjoyable. My midwife was an awesome coach, my nurse held one leg and Daniel held the other. It was seriously incredible what women’s bodies are capable of doing. With each push I could see dark, long hair getting closer to the “exit.” At around 1940, it was time for the final push. Daniel got ready to catch and pull as my midwife assisted him. At 1944, Miss Jecelin made her debut and it was the most emotional and beautiful thing I had ever experienced. 

They placed her on my chest and when I heard her first cry, my heart skipped a beat. She wrapped her small hand around my pinky and looked into my eyes. I was a mom.

They didn’t have Daniel cut the cord until the placenta stopped pulsating, they left us be for skin to skin and to breastfeed and to just bond with our newest favorite human. It was amazing!!!

Before taking the placenta away they allowed us to look at it. It was so neat!! The midwife told me how awesome and healthy the cord and placenta looked and that made me feel so great. My body did all of that! 

The recovery process will be another blog one day lol 

If you have made it this far, here are some adorable baby pics 😉 

    
    
    
  
    
   
Hope you enjoyed!!

39 weeks say whhhhhat?!

Whoa. Do I ever feel pregnant or what?! This week has truly caught up to me. The uncomfortableness is in full swing, making up for the easy pregnancy I’ve had so far.

Some seriously hilarious things have happened this week. First of all my husband and I have never been closer our entire relationship until the last 9 months. There are no secrets or hiding things when pregnant. You can’t muffle your farts and get away with it. Pregnancy farts are well, extreme. I have made light of the situation by constantly blaming it on J every time one squeaks out 😂 (sorry J). I would normally be so embarrassed but now we both just laugh about it.

Down there. Whoa. It’s just excessive everything. I constantly yell for Daniel when I’m in the bathroom and explain to him what’s going on. I am sure he hates it but he always seems supportive lol. Pregnancy hormones and the body preparing for a baby is beautiful, but comes with a lot of 😳 faces.

So clothes are the most annoying things now a days. I can’t sleep with clothes touching my body. I just honestly can’t get comfy. 

3 am starvation is so real. My go to has been Poptarts and milk, in bed, in the dark, in the nude. I crack myself up.

Valentine’s Day we shared a nice meal down in Waikiki at Yard House. Before dinner came I said I had to go poop. Daniel’s serious response was “I hope it’s diarrhea because that’s a sign labor will come soon.” I couldn’t stop laughing.

 Today, I sent him this text  

 
As you can see pregnancy is a beautiful and seriously hilarious chapter! We both have learned so much about each other.

Tomorrow, I go in for an appointment with my midwife and I’m hoping she will check to see if I’ve dilated at all. I hope she has great news 😅

All day today I have been cramping off and on and my whole tummy feels like it’s tightening every few minutes. My belly is hanging so low that I feel like she’s going to fall out of my shirt and I’m still working like a madwoman til 6 pm 😳

I will embrace these last few days, and hopefully not weeks with being pregnant but I seriously can’t wait to hold my baby and worship her 👶🏼🎀 

   
  This was at 38 weeks 😬

The last month of pregnancy 

Wow. One month from today is my due date. I am overwhelmed with emotion. Though, I am ready to meet my sweet baby….. I will as much as I say I won’t, miss feeling her roll around in my belly.

I have been her lifeline the past 36 weeks. I have regulated her temperature, provided her food, protection, and so much more. I have grown her with my own body. Once she leaves my belly, I lose a lot of that control. 

We (yes, that means Daniel too) went to our breastfeeding class last night and it was very informational and kinda emotional. I want more than anything to be able to breastfeed. I believe it will allow me to keep that special connection with my baby J for a little longer. I also started getting nervous when the lactation consultant started saying how a lot of mommas stop BF once they return to work. I only get 6 weeks off and that doesn’t seem long enough. My goal is to BF for at least 6 months. 

I am so so so blessed to have such a supportive and loving husband. I didn’t have to beg or plea for him to come with me last night; he wanted to. He was so engaged the entire class. He wants more than anything to be able to help me breastfeed. Yeah, men can actually help women breastfeed by helping me hand express or give me pointers on her latch. 

Tonight we start our childbirth class. I’m so anxious to see what we will learn. We watched a documentary a few weekends ago called the “Business of Being Born” and it made me extremely emotional. The statistics were insane. Only 8% of women use Midwives and now the average csection rate is 46%. That’s insane to me. I understand there are emergency scenarios that do require csections but I never knew it was so high! The epidural rate was higher. 

I’ve been working on my birth plan lately and my goal is to go all natural, drug free, and delayed cord clamping. It’s been super important too that Daniel helps and knows the plan. I honestly don’t know what state of mind I’ll be in at that point. I have been “pinning” so many natural birth techniques and breathing/laboring positions and I was so amazed! 

Women’s bodies are absolutely amazing. 

Instead of being miserable these last four weeks, I am going to completely embrace every ache, kick, hiccup, and baby J party in my belly. 

I am also going to love and focus on my husband and dogs this month. We are about to add an amazing chapter to our story but with everything else we will have a lot of adjusting 🙂 

Below are a few of my favorite bump pictures. 👶🏼❤️

   
    
    
 

Week 34: pregnancy and well life update 

Whew, 34 weeks pregnant this Friday. It has FLOWN by. As I’m writing this, Little Jecelin is squirming all around inside my belly having a grand time. 

Pregnancy: Well, I get winded doing the smallest task and this is so embarrassing because I have never felt this out of shape in my life lol!

Putting on my shoes (boots) is painfully challenging. It’s just so far away with my big ol belly in the way.

Swampy pants syndrome where you want to change your undies 5 times a day is the most real and gross thing. I will stop there.

People and what they think they can say to you while you’re pregnant is UNREAL. It’s even more crazy that the people that say it are women who have been pregnant before. 

My favorite, ” you are frustrating that baby, and it’s frustrating me. You are still running/walking 4 miles a day. That’s not good for that baby.”

Uh, excuse me. Actually it is very good for her and I did it before I was pregnant and I still feel fine doing it now. Thanks for caring. Let me know when you become an OBGYN. 

I can’t stop eating either. Like it’s embarrassing. 

Dreams. Oh my goodness, more like pregnant night terrors!! I can’t even explain the complexity and oddness of what I dream.

Sleep. I have a feeling that how I used to sleep will just be a memory. I get up at 2 am every morning to pee and chug water because my mouth is so dry. I toss and turn and cringe at the fact that I have to be up for work 3 hours later.

Work. Ugh 😳 it’s literally painful. I like my job but some of the people I work with, can’t do anything themselves and expect me to solve all their problems and my patience has ran so thin.

Currently, I am thinking about how I must pack my hospital bag and install the car seat this weekend because 6 weeks could potentially turn into 3-4 weeks!

We went on the labor and delivery tour today and it made this all so real. During the tour they kept referring to vaginal births versus c sections and threw terms out there like “tearing,” “padsicles,” and many more terrifying things.

Nursery is almost done and I’ve started to wash baby J’s stuff! The dogs are so confused and curious of what is going on and I’m super excited to see their reaction when they see their new human!

Well, I’m exhausted and have heart burn. Off to pop in a Tums and call it a night!!  

    
   

The most expensive Thanksgiving and my husband “my punching bag”

Accidents happen everyday right? A lot of things that happen that are “terrible” or “senseless” aren’t things that people meant to do on purpose.

Well, I couldn’t remember that a few days ago and let my temper and word vomit get the best of me 😕

We had a very blessed thanksgiving dinner in our home with our friends and had tons of great food and fun! We threw the 25 pound ribcage of the turkey in our trash can that is usually secured in a closet door in our kitchen so our doggies couldn’t  get to it.

Well Friday, we did some shopping and Daniel dropped me off at the movies with my friends. While I was at the movies, he got all the Christmas decorations down, bought some lights, and was ready for me to get home so we could decorate. He picked me up from the movie, and when we got home, the trash was all over and the dogs has eaten the entire sharp ribcage of the turkey 😓 needless to say, our plans changed. 

I completely lost my mind. I blamed Daniel for leaving the door open and possibly killing the dogs and said some other very very hurtful and unnecessary things as I bawled my eyes out and ordered him to call the animal hospital.

I was so childish. Accidents happen. Did I really think he left the door open on purpose?! I feel like such an ass when I think back to the things I said. 

Well, we sat at the animal hospital for 4 hours and after an X-ray, inducing vomitting for both dogs, we felt a little peace of mind knowing a lot of the sharp bones were now laying on the newspaper at the vet from being up chucked. 

$400 later, some extremely hurtful words exchanged to my Best friend, and two dilerious dogs later, we were on the way home. No more words were exchanged, one of us slept on the couch and I woke up feeling like shit. Why why why, do I have such a venomous tongue?! 

I seriously do not deserve my husband. He’s so calm, never says a hurtful thing to me, but me? I treat him like a punching bag. The one thing in the world that I wish is that I can find some peace and patience in my heart and calm down when a tough situation occurs and THINK before I SPEAK.

The moral of me sharing this is to show yes, we are human, but it’s no excuse for us to use hurtful words and freak out about LIFE. Things happen, it will be alright.

  

Pregnancy

This has been heavy on my heart for a few weeks and I’ve finally got a few minutes to talk about it.

Pregnancy for me has been less than anything beautiful.

Do I feel guilty that I feel this way? Yes. Some women would call me selfish for saying this but I hate being pregnant. I know some women want more than anything in the world to be pregnant and I fully acknowledge this but for me it has been depressing.

I’ve tried to embrace it but pregnancy isn’t for me. Am I absolutely thrilled to be a mother, yes? But am I thrilled about the 9 months to get there? No.

Today my current thought is how ridiculously fat my face looks and how I don’t look pregnant but instead just like I’m getting extremely large. I don’t have the obnoxiously cute round preggo belly that I see so many other women with.

Pregnancy on other women is beautiful to me but when I look at myself I don’t feel the same.

I stepped on the scale last night and to my surprise I have already gained 20 pounds 😓. This immediately saddened me as my midwife told me 25-30 weight gain during pregnancy was ideal. I’m only 22 weeks with 18 more weeks to go. 

It upsets me because I really haven’t changed what I eat and I never eat that terribly. I workout everyday and I haven’t been craving any sort of sweets. I know they say every women’s weight gain differs but I feel so large 😔

Want to know some more extremely disgusting things that women won’t talk much about with their pregnancy?! Keep reading. If not I suggest you stop here if you don’t want to know!

1. Decreased sex drive. My first trimester I wanted nothing to do with the thought of any alone time with Daniel. I was so extremely fatigued from my day that all I dreamt of was when I could sleep again.

2. Hemorrhoids!!! Yeah, gross and I said it. I have never in my life experienced these until my first trimester. I was mortified as I Googled my symptoms and self diagnosed. The dreaded trip to the store to get hemorrhoid wipes and cream was not my greatest moment.

3. Breast changes. Omg. I had white dried stuff all over my nipples and little bumps all over my areolas. Of course I went to good ole Google for the rescue and read that these are Montgomery Bumps and a sign of a first pregnancy and then learned  about the significance of these bumps. 

4. Leakage down there. Ladies do your kegels and be aware that even though you’re not having periods, you still deal with problems down there 😳

5. Accepting the fact that normal activities for me now cause me to get winded and are way harder. I have always been a fast paced person that can’t sit still. Pregnancy has slowed me down and makes me feel less proficient with my tasks at work. I also feel completely huge in my uniform and struggle with the fact of getting the pregnancy version of my uniform. I can’t button my pants and my top just makes me look like I have a giant gut! 

6. Not feeling pretty in ANYTHING. Everything I put on I just feel huge in and it literally makes me want to cry.

7. Patience. I have zero now. I get very frustrated and irritable super easy and the smallest things get my fired up.

8. Back pain and tiredness. Always. It doesn’t go away. I can be sitting down and straight asleep within in minutes in the middle of the day.

9. Random itchy rashes and stretch marks on your belly and breasts. An increase in hormone levels really does a number on you and causes really uncomfortable symptoms. 

Now, I do love when I feel my baby girl kicking me and squirming around because it sincerely excites me to meet her but the rest of pregnancy has been less than exciting for me.

I really do think women’s bodies are made to do such powerful things and I caution you to please think before you say some idiotic thing to a pregnant lady because growing a baby is hard work!! Mentally and physically. 

Hope this blog doesn’t rub people the wrong way but I hope it also helps some women not feel alone when they struggle of not enjoying being pregnant.

👶🏼🎀🙊

Hello Fall 

  
Okay so it isn’t September anymore but I need to catch you up 🙂

September was very exciting! Mostly because we found out that Baby Sperry is a GIRL. It was so awesome. Daniel and I decided not to peak during the ultrasound and instead have it put into an envelope so we could have a gender reveal party and find out when our friends did. We were so lucky to have friends that took the ultrasound envelope from us and filled squirt guns with the pink paint for the party! We had the gender reveal party at the beach where everyone was given the squirt guns while Daniel and I stood there with our eyes closed waiting to see what color splattered on our clothes. I can tell you, during that 10 second countdown, I had the craziest butterflies! We were both convinced we were going to see blue paint based off of myths and how my pregnancy has been but, Baby Sperry ended up being OUR precious little girl, Jecelin Connie Sperry. 

   
    
    
 

It’s actually quite funny she ended up being a girl because we could not decide on a boy’s name.Jecelin is the street we live on in Hawaii and also a sergeant that died at age 20 by sacrificing his own life when he jumped on a grenade to save his platoon!

Connie was my grandmother’s name that passed away.

Ever since we found out the gender we have busy getting ready for her arrival. We almost have the dresser done and Daniel has been building the crib! 

   
 

Let’s see what else has been going on.

I am currently sitting at the airport on the Big Island waiting to get home from training with my platoon. We have been out here about 11 days getting some range time in and conducting gunnery. My Soldiers did an awesome job! We have learned a lot and are very excited to get back home and get some rest!    

 In the next week or so I will be switching out as Platoon Leader and taking over as the Executive Officer for my Company. Though I am sad to not be a PL anymore, I am ready for a change. 
I will be 20 weeks pregnant on Wednesday and that means I’m half way there to meeting miss Jecelin. It’s been so crazy watching my body change during pregnancy but I am eager to see what the next 20 weeks brings 👶🏼💕!

Hope ya’ll are enjoying Fall so far 🍂🍁🎃