Weeks 7, 8, and 9 leading up to 10 (Ella’s due date) are long gone…but went a little something like this:
Week 7: Monday morning before work, Michael convinced me that I should be done working after this week, rather than work the next week as well. I agreed that it may be a good idea to end earlier than planned so that I could rest and prepare our apartment for our soon-arriving baby (and mostly because I was convinced my water was going to break in class this week). After work that evening, we participated in a surprise proposal for one of our co-workers and then headed off to our favorite coffee shop. We ordered our drinks (decaf tea for me!) and settled down on the picnic table outside where we set up our cards to play Hand and Foot. The owner of the coffee shop has become a good friend of ours, and, when he saw us there, he immediately came over for a chat. Our card playing was moved indoors as it started to rain, but we had just as much fun, none-the-less.
Once we were home, my stomach was feeling rather “rock-hard,” as it had been the past few days. As the evening drew to early morning, I began to have strong contractions and other signs of labor. We called my mother to ask her advice and she said, “I predict we will be welcoming a baby within the next 24 hours!” The next 24 hours!! What?!?! Her words seemed unbelievable and true all at the same time. We ended our chat and called the doctor (who, unfortunately, was receiving our call in the wee hours of the night, rather than the pleasant hour late in the morning, as it was for my mother 14 hours behind us). She suggested that I was having false labor and should wait until the next morning to go in and see her. Just to be sure (and since I had felt the urgency earlier that day to do so), Michael and I packed our “hospital bags.” The contractions were getting stronger and more frequent, so we ended our packing work and started working on relaxation. Michael was amazing at coaching me through the relaxation drill. Finally, after three hours of the strong contractions, I fell asleep at 4am…only to wake up just a few short hours later.
That Tuesday morning we had an appointment for a consultation with my sister Sarah’s doctor. We had planned to discuss the possibility of transferring to that hospital if ours still would not allow Michael to be in the delivery room. As we were walking in, we saw Sarah leaving the doctor’s office (remember she had just delivered her baby, and so she was there for her morning check-up during her hospital stay). She decided to go into the consult with us. As we informed the doctor of my contractions, etc., he said, “I think we need to do the C/S immediately today.” Wait, today?!?! Shocked by the brevity of the consult, where only an idea of switching hospitals was suddenly becoming an immediate reality, I asked him to be sure it was necessary before we started prepping. The exam revealed 80% effacement, my water was about to break, and Ella was still breech. A final test showed that my contractions were steady, thus the C/S was necessary. So, prep for surgery began and, suddenly, Michael and I were only minutes, rather than weeks, away from becoming parents!
We made Skype calls to our parents to let them know that they would soon be grandparents, prayed together, and took a deep breath. Suddenly I was sitting on the exam table getting an epidural placed and worrying how I would lay down long enough for the surgery because it hurt so much to lay on my back. All the while, my eyes were falling closed and I didn’t know if it was because I was so tired from the night before, or if the anesthesiologist had given me something seriously strong. And the last thing I remember from that time was the nurse saying, “Bye, bye!” (I do remember some pain and hearing a few random comments, but totally unaware of what was going on.)
Then, at 11:45, a beautiful 3.3kg, blue-eyed Elliana Renae Palmer entered our world! The first thing I opened my eyes to was her loud, strong cry. I could not focus my vision, so I just kept asking Michael and my sister if she was pretty and what she looked like. (I only remember asking once, but they told me I asked several times, ha ha.) I just remember being so sad I could not fully wake up enough to focus and truly see her.
For the next several days, I really had to grieve the “loss” of not having natural childbirth and especially not having memories of the delivery. Michael later told me that the anesthesiologist gave me some extra sedative to relax me in the operating room and assured him that I would be awake for the delivery. As he finished his sentence, they both heard me start to breathe heavily, as in a deep sleep. The anesthesiologist said, “Wow, she must be really sensitive!” So, while that story gave us a few laughs, its effects were disappointing. So, the remainder of “week 7” was not spent working, nor preparing, rather, falling in love with our precious little girl, enjoying the company of our visitors, learning to care for Ella’s needs, and realizing over and over that such a beautiful blessing was indeed ours.
Week 8: Still trying to realize the events of the past week, we were able to take Ella home this week. In our original “plan,” I would have still been working this week, and only next week would I do final preparations for welcoming our baby. Instead, Michael went back to work and Ella and I got better acquainted in our own home. The hospital stay was wonderful and helpful, but in the comfort of our own home and without all of the nurses trying to help, we were able to make much more progress with Ella’s nursing. The first day home was very peaceful, however, without the three extra weeks to prepare, I had a lot of work to do for the remainder of the week. Any time Ella was asleep, I ran around the house trying to get things done so that it was more comfortable to have a third person in the home. Babies sure do come with a lot of stuff! Our tiny apartment has been wonderful for Michael and I, the simplicity was great…but almost doubling our belongings with all of Ella’s things, quickly made the apartment feel a bit cramped. I did lots of organizing and reorganizing to get things just right…and just in time to welcome our parents. On September 2, Mike and Mary Palmer and Carol Messamer came to visit us in Korea. It was a surreal moment to not only welcome our parents into our Korean home, but to introduce them to Ella, as well. It was a blessing to hug our parents and know that they knew just what we were experiencing. I think becoming a parent makes one appreciate their own parents even more.
Week 9: We thought that, at the earliest, this would be the week our baby would arrive (as the C/S was scheduled for Sept. 7 in case she was still breech). Better yet, this week was filled with continued learning as parents, loving-on Ella, and lots of family time. We even took a trip, over the weekend, to the beach. We had visited Dae Cheon Beach at this time one year ago and had an amazing time with my sister’s family, so we wanted to share the experience again. It was certainly different with babies, yet, just as beautiful and relaxing. Michael and I even got to take a walk along the beach while Grandma Messamer watched Ella. Needless to say, my first time away from Ella, I was thinking of her the whole time!
And here is the final baby bump before the due date!
Week 10: The week of Korea’s Chuseok holiday, the official due date of our baby. Rather than welcoming our baby this week, we were enjoying our third week with her. It was actually a blessing that she was born early and our parents were able to spend all of their visit with her. I feared that my due date would come and go and their visit would be more with a pregnant lady that with a baby. (My mother had all of her babies late, so I had a good chance of following suit.) So, in this week, we relished the moments we had with our parents, took a trip to Seoul to the American Embassy to register Ella and her cousin for passports and social security cards (necessary for our trip to America over Christmas), and counted our blessings for having made it to the “due date” with a wonderfully beautiful baby girl already in our arms.
There you have it! The 10 weeks that seemed so long and far away, came and went, and in a particularly unexpected way at that!
The following week, my father arrived and our family fun continued. Ella turned one month old and the next day we were able to take a trip to the Korean Folk Village. It was sunny and beautiful and so refreshing to be out walking around in the clean air outside of the city.
Then we had one more week with grandparents, and would be on our own. Ella loved being held by her grandmas and grandpas and we all missed them very much when they left. What a blessing to have them be a part of Ella’s first month!
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Sigh. Now that that is done (as Ella turns 3 months!) I can move forward with blogging…whenever I have two free hands to type, that is!
Thanks for reading!
-E.