Charlotte’s Birth Story!

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It’s a long time coming but here it is in all its glory: Charlotte’s birth story.


Once I started maternity leave, I spent loads of time walking around the city which was especially pleasant as London was still transitioning from autumn to winter. While I not-so-secretly hoped that two weeks of walking would induce labor before my due date, that didn’t completely work for me! But it was nice to have one of my favorite pastimes to keep me occupied while we waited for Charlotte to be ready!


I had oodles of time to explore with other friends who were on maternity leave (lots of babies in our circle of friends within 6 months of each other!) Treats definitely kept my spirits up. Plus I needed the calories, ya know what I mean? ;)

Family came into town a few days before my due date so I had both extra company and pressure to deliver...literally. In the best way, of course! Haha


I was beyond excited when I started feeling definite contractions early on Thursday morning (I was due on a Friday) small, short and easy to breathe through, I thought I could totally do this if that was what labor was going to feel like. Ha what a silly, naive thought...

I kept track of every twinge on a labor app and Taylor stayed with me in case things moved quickly. When it was clear nothing was happening, he went to work and I kept walking and timing until my tiny contractions were just a few minutes apart. I took Gayle and Natalie on a tour around town, walking as much as possible to encourage Charlotte to come out. I was going to wait for Taylor to get home from work to go to the hospital together when everything stopped completely! No more contractions. Boo.


This story repeated itself for 3. More. Days. I would contract for several hours with these small pains getting closer and closer together only for them to stop suddenly and completely. To add insult to injury, I was only contracting regularly during the night. I was so excited for any sign of progress that timing and waiting for these contractions would keep me awake so I didn’t sleep for those three days.

Fun brunch spots with Natalie and Gayle to keep me sane. :) Those scrambled eggs are amazing.

Basically everything every expectant mom has ever said about the last few days/weeks feeling like an eternity is true. I was so excited to meet this little girl and indescribably anxious that something could still go wrong which made the minutes crawl by at a snail’s pace.

Afternoon tea with the gang

Checking out the Christmas Lights on Regent Street. Having no Thanksgiving means London is sprinkled with Christmas magic from early November.

40 weeks+2 days (photo taken about 16 hours before my water broke)

I kept my previously scheduled appointments with the midwives to check my blood pressure, protein level and ‘progress’ only to find that nothing was happening. No dilating or softening or anything! I was glad to hear both baby and I were perfectly healthy but COME ON.

On Sunday morning, I woke up on my own. I hadn’t done that in months since my alarm was baby girl’s kicks and wiggles perfectly timed to when I need to get up and get ready for work in the  morning. It was like clockwork so when she didn’t wake me up, I panicked. I waited or the longest 30 minutes to see if she was just sleeping late before telling Taylor I couldn’t feel her and then we phoned the hospital. They told me to come in immediately as that is a serious sign of trouble. My heart pounding in my ears was the only thing I could focus on as we rode in silence to the hospital 15 minutes away.

We breathed a huge sigh of relief when the monitors showed baby girl happy and healthy in there. Rather than waiting for my lame contractions, we left the hospital since they hadn’t actually admitted us to check for baby’s movement. I knew I would go stir-crazy confined to the hospital with no progress and I felt confident we could make it back to the hospital quickly if anything started happening. 


I played tour guide (a hard habit to break, even at 40+ weeks pregnant) but it was really helped to keep my mind occupied.

On Monday the 20th of November, my water broke at 2am. There is danger of infection delivering more than 24 hours after water breaking so the hospital told me that no matter how fast/well I progressed, our baby would be born that day! We would go to be induced at 10pm to make sure baby arrived safely and healthy.

I tried to stay home as long as possible but once my water broke, the contractions got progressively worse and were concentrated in my lower back. I couldn’t sleep anymore from the pain and it was so intense so often that I was unbelievably nauseated. At 12pm I decided I couldn’t wait until 10pm for an epidural because I was so miserable. We got our bags together, ordered an Uber and were finally admitted to the hospital.

Our anestheologist was a rockstar. He walked us through everything he would do for us without making us feel dumb for having all our questions. He got my epidural going quickly and even taught me about the shape of my back and was surprised I could still bend like a cat (as instructed for the puncture) because of it. (Bonus fact: I was also extremely tongue-tied without a speech impediment or other issues for 25 years so I guess I’m just really capable despite my deformities?)

Ok, can I just say an epidural was the sweetest relief?!?! I could finally breathe and slept for a blissful 5 hours.

When I woke it was because the epidural was wearing off. I asked for a top-up and an update on my progress. The midwife said I was about a 5 but baby’s heart was showing signs of decelerations on her heart monitor which wasn’t concerning yet but they would keep an eye on it. There were several people who were brought in to review and monitor which was simultaneously worrisome and calming.

I felt strangely cold and asked for another blanket. Oops. The midwife checked my temperature and found a significant fever! That sent a flurry of people around to check with the OB on-call (already familiar with my case) on how to proceed. They determined there was an infection and started me on IV antibiotics right away.

At that point there were a few concerns: 1) baby’s heart decelerating, 2) I was not progressing quickly enough, 3) baby’s head had not engaged/dropped into the birth canal, 4) my fever caused by either an infection of my own (undiagnosed UTI) or if muconium was present in amniotic fluid

Once the on-call OB was informed, more people came in to triple-checked baby’s heart read-out, a midwife checked the fluid still leaking from me and tried to determine baby’s position. The OB was on her way to the hospital to confirm our situation since it was spiraling quickly towards an emergency c-section.

Ms Malik (OB) arrived to assess my progress and baby’s status. Within a few minutes she assessed that I was only a generous 3cm dilated, there was a trace of muconium in the amniotic fluid, and baby was back-to-back (not ideal for vaginal delivery) as well as baby’s head being stuck on an angle which is why she wasn’t engaging. I got a top-up for my epidural and I waited to hear what their plan was to get Charlotte out safely.

I’ll just note here that during the various appointments in which the midwives asked me about my ‘birth plan’ ( . I had no idea how this was going to go. I didn’t dedicate time to conjuring up an outline of best case scenario list of desires because I knew I would marry that imagined experience and feel unsure if anything strayed from it.
My only hope was to take a healthy baby home from the hospital and I knew there were many ways to get there, regardless of who cut the cord




















2017 - A review

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I tried to narrow down our 2017 to fewer photos but I did my best for 365 days of one of the biggest years of my life so here it is...and we’re only 10 days into the new year! :) (So that’s a success for me in my poor blogging habits, which is on my improvement list of New Years resolutions.)

This is in REVERSE chronological order because, hey, that’s how my photos uploaded so... yeah.

My niece Ramona was born 9 days after Charlotte! They will be birthday twins (and I hope super close cousins) forever 

Our most anticipated event(sorry everyone else): the arrival of our darling Charlotte! I apologize that she has taken over everything in our social media... BUT if you are one of those people who really want to see her face, you’re welcome :)
Not so newborn anymore :(

Fresh in the world. It was magic and means the world to me to have had such an amazing team to help me bring her into the world. I just realized, maybe I should post about her birth story...

I celebrate being pregnant for a full 9 months. Never done that before. I loved every time a midwife or doctor would congratulate me on a normal, healthy pregnancy. It might have been normal for them to say but it was an incredible blessing to carry a healthy baby girl. All I hoped and prayed for was a boring, standard pregnancy and that’s what I got. I know that for every woman that has this experience, there is another whose heart is aching. I love you and pray for you.  


My friends in London threw the most beautiful Afternoon Tea themed baby shower to welcome Charlotte Taylor!

We took a relaxing, WARM babymoon in Majorca


The best dish of food the whole YEAR was eaten in Majorca: suckling pig. We still dream about it and would go back just for this...

We got to visit family in Utah! You can tell by these photos I chose that I miss the big open sky and the sun/sunsets of the desert most of all.


A quick trip to New York City!
We took in a Yankee game, a broadway show (Dear Evan Hansen), went on a spectacular helicopter ride, and had a photo shoot with my 25 week belly in Central Park







A weekend in Liverpool for The Open. It was our second time here so we went directly to the Albert Docks where my favorite fish and chip shop of all time is located. Yum!



We found out baby is a girl!
My favorite part of this story is that Taylor’s best friend and his wife were pregnant at the same time (our due dates were one day apart!) so we organized an exchange to reveal the gender of our babies to each other! It has been so fun to share this experience with them.

We moved! We needed a larger flat to bring Charlie home to since we’ve lived in a studio flat for the last 3 years. It has been a wonderful upgrade in space even though it needs some loving hands. I’ll share before and after pics 

We had so many good time with so many good friends in London. We are grateful to get to know such wonderful people here. 
This photo was from the night before all the scaffolding went up around the clock tower. It was a beautiful summer night to walk across town (eating the best ice cream in London, of course) just to see it and hear Big Ben for the last time since it will be closed and covered for the next three years!

I got to attend Rugby Sevens in the famous Twickenham Stadium. If I ever go again, I will definitely participate in the hilarious tradition of dressing up in group costumes to attend. I walked from the train station to the stadium with a group of inflatable dinosaurs, the characters from the Wizard of Oz, a group of women in orange prison jumpsuits etc. 

Got to see Gavin DeGraw in concert. I have loved him for fooorrreevvvveerrrrrr.

Hearing baby’s strong heartbeat made our hearts soar every time. It is the most beautiful sound in the world and we were anxious to hear it at every appointment. 

A trip to Paris!
We did the tourist thing to see spots we didn’t get to on our last trip but the main event was the Paris Temple open house! A gorgeous, small temple a short walk from the amazing palace of Versailles.



Bath, England! We love this charming town but especially the FUDGE. Random but serious.

Weekend in the Peak District with friends. One of the most beautiful areas in the country and I love it so so much. We have been multiple times and we don’t tend to repeat because there are so many places on our list! :) 

We have been in London for 3 1/2 years and we love it. 

Baby Larson never leaves our minds. He was due February 23 so it will always be a special day to me.

I spent my birthday traveling to Utah to be with family for some pretty major events. *Fun Fact: this was my longest birthday ever because of the time difference I traveled. Just over 36 hours of birthday time for me!  

I embroidered a blanket for my nephew on the plane ride to Utah. 
 
Ansel Robert was born with a heart defect (HPLH) and intervention would not extend his life so we soaked up as much time as we could with him. 44 hours was not enough but I know he felt our love while he was here. I know we will see him again.



This moment had to be documented because we haven’t all been in the same room for over 3 years! 

I gained a sister!
Welcome to the Larson Clan! 


 2017 was a roller coaster year. My highest high and lowest low in my life to date. I found an Arabic proverb that I love so much: What is coming is better than what is gone.
I know this is true and I am trying to be ready for it.
2018, bring it on.

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