I thought so much about this day for the past year. Would I welcome a third baby into our family? Would I be able to kiss and embrace a newborn just seconds old ever again? Once she was growing inside of me I’d often wonder what those first few minutes would be like with her. Who would she look like and would she be healthy? Once Mel got his basketball schedule for this season I began to wonder, would he miss her birth? Who would drive me to the hospital if he were a couple hours away at a game? All of these questions were answered in the most amazing ways…below is Daelynn’s arrival story.
The week before her birth was busy and productive. I crossed everything off my “to do lists” and spent that week off from work cleaning, cooking, preparing, and spending time with my boys. I wasn’t sure when she was going to arrive, but if history were to repeat itself she would be here no later than January 24th and I wanted to be ready to make life at home with a newborn more enjoyable. Sunday, January 19th, I woke up with mild but continual contractions. Was this it? I knew the routine, I drank a bunch of water and changed positions frequently. If they were the real deal the contractions would continue to get stronger and consistent. I’ve never gone into labor without my water breaking but I felt like I’ve experienced enough contractions in my life to know what to look for. The contractions lasted irregularly for about seven hours on Sunday before they tapered off by about noon. No baby that day. Mel and I got ready for the week that night, laundry done, house vacuumed, lunches packed, clothes laid out; it felt so good to be prepared.
At 3:00 AM that night/early Monday morning I woke up to mild contractions. After experiencing these the day before I didn’t feel very alarmed. I woke up on and off for the next two hours and finally woke up to use the restroom at 5:00 AM. That was when I discovered what I will call “show,” things just became more serious. I woke up Mel and told him about my discovery and that I would be taking a shower. As I was getting dressed and stopping to breathe through contractions we both began to realize what was happening. I called labor and delivery while he got ready and packed his bag for the hospital, he is much more relaxed about preparing ahead of time than I am. The nurse advised that I make my way to Roseville and we began the process of going through our “Grab last minute list” and getting the boys into the car (we STILL managed to forget our cell phone charger). My contractions were noticeable and about 2-4 minutes apart but they weren’t excruciating…at that point I wasn’t convinced they’d admit me. We dropped the boys off at Mel’s parents’ house and finished our trek to Kaiser Roseville. We got there before 7:00 AM and it was quiet in the hallways, the nurses were talking and catching up on the latest hospital gossip; it was apparent there was not a lot to do at that time. They put me on the monitors for about a half an hour to monitor Daelynn’s heart rate and my contractions. Every nurse who came into my room was helpful and accommodating to me sitting up and leaning forward, the only way I wanted to experience contractions. At 7:30AM the midwife came in to decide whether I would be admitted or not—4 cm, I was staying! We updated family and friends and got ready to move across the hall. The midwife suggested that I wait until I was dilated to 6-7cm before getting an epidural since my water hadn’t broken. My L&D nurse just started her shift and had come back from a weekend in Tahoe, when she found out I had delivered in room 206 two other times, she said let’s go there! There were no other people in that hallway, but she said there wasn’t a lot going on and she would just hang out with me over there. I walked around the hallway for about 30 minutes, having to stop and breathe through contractions, but still nothing too painful yet.
At 8:00AM I met the new midwife that just started her shift, loved her from the minute we began talking. She checked me again and discovered I was then at 6cm, time to call in the anesthesiologist, yay! He came in and received a warm welcome from me, like he is probably used to getting from most patients. The epidural went in great now I just got to sit back and literally enjoy labor. My friend Toniya arrived to join in on the waiting process and keep me company so that Mel could take a nap. My midwife checked me again after the epidural was completely working found out I was at 7cm and broke my water.
After experiencing childbirth with and without an epidural, I can’t help but smile when that epidural is working!
Toniya and I had plans to hang out that night, thankfully she was willing to reschedule our date to the delivery room that morning.
An hour later I was at 9cm and my nurse and midwife expected that I could start pushing shortly. Toniya left and gave Mel and I some time alone before Daelynn’s arrival. We prayed over her birth and thanked God that He had given us the chance to be her parents. It was an emotional and sweet time. By 11:30AM the nurses and midwife gathered in the room it was go time. This time I opted to watch the whole delivery in a mirror. I was too scared to watch with Joel, I glanced at it a few times with Micah’s birth because I was concentrated on pushing so hard, but this time I wasn’t afraid or distracted—I was excited to be even more of a part of this process. At 11:36AM I began pushing Daelynn into this world and at 11:42AM on January 20th I reached down and pulled her out and placed her on my chest. She was here! She started crying as nurses and everyone rubbed her down. I couldn’t stop smiling and kissing her. Love at first sight all over again. Thankfully, my skilled midwife who had guided me through the intensity and length of every push only had to do three stitches. She said this didn’t register on the “tearing degree scale” and something she considered “skid marks”—I think there must be a better name to call this. I was up and walking within an hour of her birth and felt great. The rest of the day was filled with friends and family visiting and meeting the newest Sattler. The boys were pretty precious with their new baby sister as you can see from the photos at the bottom of this post.
As she was laying on my chest and we had our eyes locked, she reached up and touched my face. A newborn reflex, but still so sweet.
As I reflect on this redemptive January day and the best Monday I’ve ever experienced, I realize that she is a gift and blessing no matter what her arrival story was like, but I was even gifted with wonderful couldn’t-have-gone-more-perfectly day. My heart is overflowing with thankfulness. Last January on this date I was still mourning the loss of tiny little baby that I hadn’t gotten to see or meet—feeling empty and broken. On that sunny and warm January day I couldn’t feel more blessed and restored. I am thankful for each day that I get with my three amazing children and look forward to meeting our other precious baby up in heaven.
The third time we’ve experienced love at first sight.
The moment I have dreamed about since last January.
I’m so glad they have each other, I can’t wait to watch their relationship grow.
To the boys interested in her in the future..don’t mess with this loved little girl!
That is one proud big brother right there.
He couldn’t wait to hold the baby.