I got a phone call from Dr. Groom on Friday the 7th. He informed me that my recent tests showed that I was getting preeclampsia, which was what I had with Rebecca. He did not want me to wait until the 27th to be induced, so he called Valley Hospital and scheduled me to be there at 3:00 am on Monday the 10th. I was nervous that the baby was not ready and might need to stay at the hospital, but I was also a little relieved. I had a seven day window from December 20 through December 26 when Dr. Groom was going to be out of town. If I went into labor on my own during that time, there was a good chance the on-call doctor would have taken me down for a c-section since I had one with Rebecca. Most doctors won't attend VBACs (vaginal births after cesareans). I'm lucky that Dr. Groom will, but if he was gone when I went into labor, I didn't have a choice. With this new induction date, I didn't have to worry about that window anymore.
***Warning: Birth story to follow. Skip to the pictures if you don't want the details.
I was at Valley at 3:00 am, which is what the hospital requested due to limited space. Dr. Groom got stuck at Summerlin Hospital with another patient and didn't get to me until about 10:30 am. So Kevin and I got a good nap while we waited. I was already significantly dilated when he got there so he broke my water and started me on a low dose of pitocin. I had just a few complications. My blood pressure was high, so I was given something to lower it. Also, the baby's heart rate decreased with every contraction, so I had to wear an oxygen mask. My doctor also put some fluid back into the placenta which kept the umbilical cord from getting squeezed with every contraction. I thought that was interesting.
I did get an epidural when I wanted it this time instead of right at the end, which is what happened with Braden. My anesthesiologist was Paul Reynolds who happened to go to high school with Kevin. Since he knew Kevin, he took good care of me.
Lia was born at 4:08 pm. She weighed 5 pounds 8 ounces, and she was 17 inches long. She was a little peanut compared to her 8+ pound brothers. But she still wasn't nearly as small as her 2 pound 11 ounce sister Rebecca. Rebecca even asked if Lia was smaller than her as a baby. I told her, "Rebecca, we'll never have a baby smaller than you."
Except for having low blood sugar and having to stay in the nursery for an extra few hours until the nurses could get it to a healthy level, Lia was perfectly fine at almost three weeks early. We got to leave the hospital with her the very next night. I'm so grateful everything worked out the way it did.






