Two Weeks Old

Maylin had her two week appointment a couple of days ago and she is growing. She is now 8 lbs. 3 oz. and 21 inches long. I can't believe it's already been two weeks. I guess she is looking a little bit older. Overall, Maylin is a pretty good baby. Compared to when Indie was a baby, she's an angel! She has her fussy times, but she's does well.

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Bath time with two kids. Need I say more!

Indianna threw a fit until I finally put her in the sink for a bath. She did NOT want to bath in the bath tub.

I would do it all over again

After what seems like complaining about the whole situation. I want everyone to know, that if I had to, I would do it all over again for my beautiful baby girl! Here are some more pictures.

Indianna, Maylin, and Brooklyn

My two girls

Part 2 of the Horror Story

So, I had a bad delivery right and things should be good now right? Well after the delivery, I started to get this horrible headache. They told me that they had given me enough medicine to last 24 hours, but could give me some morphine if needed. Well, not that my cut hurt, but my head was hurting. So, I asked for the morphine. Wouldn't you know it, the tubing in my IV got clogged again or something. No big deal, another new tube and we are on our way. I stayed on my pain meds as much as I possible could, but mostly for this headache. Monday night it hit. I was so nauseated and my head was killing. Machel ordered a shot in the hip for the nausea and Ted came in to assess whether I had a spinal headache. Luck would have it and as Ted said, "I'm not surprised, you have the spinal headache. There are two options. One is the passive treatment. You stay on your pain meds and drink lots of caffeine OR we can do a blood patch. Where we take blood from your arm and put it into the spine to seal up that leak." Hmmm...let me think about this...I'll take option 1. There's no way I was going to let them stick another needle into my back. In the mean time, my pulse was high and I had a bit of fever, so they had to draw blood to make sure I didn't have an infection. My legs were as swollen as a hippo and supposedly my blood count was really really low, so Machel ordered an Iron supplement for me. A couple of hours later, Dr. Naisbett comes in and says that the hospital doesn't have any Iron supplements and canceled the order. WHAT? Seriously? What kind of hospital is this? He told me to just take prenatals when I get home. Tuesday, my head felt fine, but there was this constant ringing in my ears, which soon developed to a load thumping noise and everything anyone said, echoed in my ears. It was horrible! So, on Wed. morning bright and early, I decided to do the blood patch. I was suppose to go home that day, and thought to myself "there's no way, I'm going to be able to care for my girls if I have this headache." I told the nurse at 6:00 am and she said she paged the anesthesiologist. At 8:00, the nurse came in and was like packing our stuff. Not really, but she sure was in a hurry to get us discharged. She couldn't believe the anesthesiologist hadn't been in yet, so she paged him again and said he was in surgery and he would be in at 10:00 am to do the procedure. Waiting for the horror of it all dragged on forever. 10:00 came, 12:00 came, 1:00 came, and he still hadn't shown up. Finally at 2:00 he came in to do the procedure. I ask him what are the risks of this procedure and he says, "Well, your situation is a bit different. Because when Ted hit your spinal, normally fluid leaks into the catheter and that's how you know you hit the spinal. But, that didn't happen with you. SO, it's very possible that I could put blood into your spinal fluid, you could get an infection, be paralyzed, and he listed about 5 other concerns." So, with that in mind, he says, "Ok. Should we try and do this thing? Well, let's not try, let's do." Already shaking and nervous, now I was about in tears. How in the world could I let this guy "try"? Yeah, I started crying instantly. It took him several jabs and he kept saying what Ted said, "I can't seem to find it" and he said "I'm going really slow so we don't have any problems." and finally my favorite, "I just can't find it, I'm going to have to have you sit up." That's when I thought to myself, if I sit up, this procedure is over. Just then he found it, and they drew blood from my arm and it was finally over! I laid on my back for an hour. The headache did not go away. Since I was laying flat, I asked the nurse to take out my staples since we were being discharged any way. I ask her, before doing anything, "is this going to hurt?" "no, you might feel a pinch, but nothing compared to what you just went through." BOY, was she wrong! She goes to take out the first one and I yelled and screamed. Then the second one, again even worse. And then the third one, I couldn't take it any more. I said, "I thought you said, this wouldn't hurt!" She said, "they just don't seem to want to come out. It's this tool. Let me go get another one." So, she comes back with a brand new "tool" and again pinched me to death. Brad instantly jumps up and comes over. After looking at the "tool" and what the girl was doing, (seriously...maybe 2 seconds) he says, "you're using them up side down." So, instead of losing the staples, she was crimping them down tighter. She flips the tool over and takes out the other staples. I didn't feel a thing...when she was using the tool right. But, what about the 3 or 4 staples that she had already tightened. She couldn't get them out. I felt her shaking as she kept trying. Finally I said, "Can we maybe take a break for a minute?" She says, "yes" and leaves the room. About ten minutes later, she comes back in with another nurse who says they are going to give me a shot to numb the area so they can get the other staples out. And there you have it! Part 2 of the Horror story. Not to mention other little things like the pain meds that they scan, 2 of them didn't have bar codes on them so they couldn't scan them and when they were taking blood from my arm for the blood patch, they couldn't find a "wet" swab to sanitize the area. They were all dry. I think they opened like 3 or 4 swabs, before they found one that was wet. The last nurse says, "I don't know what it is about this room." So...either the room is jinxed or I have really really bad luck. You decide.

Maylin Rose Lundell

Maylin Rose Lundell

Well, our little one is finally here. She's now 10 days old, but this is the first chance I have gotten or felt like blogging about it. I'm going to tell the whole story, just because as sad as it is, it's almost funny how wrong things went.

At 12:15 my water broke while I was in bed. I hadn't even fallen asleep yet. I couldn't sleep. We got everything ready and went to the hospital. I was excited to be delivering at Ogden Regional because I have heard about how much better they are than McKay. With all the horror story that follows, I have to say, their nurses are a lot better than McKay's postpartum nurses. We arrived at Ogden Regional around 12:45 and by the time they got us to a room and all the paperwork filled out it was about 1:00. They put us in a room and told me to change and that they would be back to check me and get everything going. At 1:30, I was having major contractions and was in horrible pain. After waiting a half an hour, I finally sent Brad to go and see if they forgot about us and to get my epidural ASP. They finally came in and checked me I was at a 3 plus. They told me that I couldn't have my epidural until I went through one bag of liquid in my IV. So, they put in my IV and I suffered through the contractions for about a half an hour. The "Anesthesiologist" (Really a CRNA?) came in and had me sit up for the shot. This was different than McKay, at McKay when I had Indie, they had me lay on my side. Well, while "Ted" jabbed needles back and forth in my back. He kept saying he couldn't find it. First try, "I can't find it." Second try, "I got blood that time in the catheter" and the third try, "I got it." WOAH, I said "why do I feel like I'm going to tip over?" I felt like I was on a very rocky ship. They laid me down in bed and the next thing I said was, "why are my hands numb?" They told me because my blood pressure cup was just getting done. YEAH RIGHT! Next thing I know, I am gagging and throwing up and then I couldn't swallow and I felt like I couldn't breathe. It instantly went up higher and I couldn't hold up my head? I just kept repeating, "I can't breathe." They kept reassuring me that my oxygen levels were fine, but how they knew that I don't know. Brad tells me that they couldn't find a finger pulse thinger that worked. They kept running in and out trying to find one that worked. They finally told me that "if we have to, we will breathe for you." I'm sure it wasn't life threatening, but for me and my family it sure did feel like it. The nurses started to panic. I heard one nurse yell to get "Ted" in there "NOW!" and that she "I'm not going to do this alone." Grandma Indie, asked one of the nurses "Is she going to die?" and the nurse said, "I don't know!" My mom had to leave the room she was so nervous. My dad and Brad gave me a priesthood blessing and they said, my body instantly calmed down. After an hour of suffering, the numbness wore off. Machel had arrived and I was feeling all contractions again. Machel checked me and I was a "10" and ready to push. Machel says, "we are having this one natural." After an hour of suffering for air and experiencing the pain, I said, "I can't do this." I pushed for a couple of minutes, before Ted arrived back in the room. Machel says, "Don't you dare give her another dose!" Ted argued back that he knew he hit the spinal now and that he would give me a smaller dose. Ted says, "well isn't she in pain." Machel yells back, "she's in transition! What do you think? Yes, she's in pain!" Without saying another word, Ted gives me another dose. Although I didn't say either way if I wanted it or not, I sure was glad that he gave it to me. I became numb and started to push. The problem: every half an hour Ted had to give me another dose and every time he did, the contractions stopped. They got the "pit" hooked up to my IV to help with contractions. After an hour of pushing and not making any progress, Machel and I decided a C-Section would be best. While they are setting up everything for the C-Section, Machel kept trying to turn the baby's face and having me push. She looks up and says, "why isn't the pit dripping?" The tubes weren't working and so, here I had been pushing without any pit. Machel thinks I might have been able to deliver vaginally, if it weren't for the tubes not working. During the C-Section, I felt panicky as my chest became heavy again. I think this was just nerves, but Ted, decided it would be best for everyone if he just put me out. So, out I went! I woke up to the sounds of my family holding baby Maylin. Maylin was 7 lbs. 15 oz. (no not a 10 lb baby, phew at least that turned out ok). She was 20 inches long.

I realize how long this blog is, so...I will blog about the other days to follow later. Here are some pictures. By the way, pictures were not a priority during delivery as you can tell, so we don't have a lot of early on pictures.

Indie's first time being introduced to Maylin. Yes, she's a bit hesitant, but I was also hooked up to all machines still.

Grandma Terry with my two girls.

Almost the whole Cook "fam damily"

Maylin