Friday, March 18, 2016

Emma’s Journey into the World: A short story

May 2015, I just get back from the dentist who asked me before doing x-rays if I could be pregnant. Thinking twice but answering no, I took a pregnancy test when I got home just to be sure. It was positive. I took another. Positive. I can hardly wait for josh to get home from work for his lunch break before I burst into a big smile and ask him to guess what?! I gesture to the countertop where I have 3 positive pregnancy tests sitting. We felt excitement, surprise and nervousness. It’s been two years since our last positive test ending is loss. Anxious and hopeful I made the appointment to see an Ob/gyn and we saw our little sweet pea for the first time. A huge weight was lifted off our shoulders when we heard the most amazing sound we could hear, a fast thump, thump, thump….a heartbeat! Could this be our rainbow baby?! I had first trimester sickness and felt like death most of this time but so happy for the symptoms because it meant baby was thriving… even if I wasn’t! I remember wishing for my birthday this year that baby would continue to grow healthy and strong and that wish has turned into prayer, continued to this day.

(We hear her heartbeat for the first time and we are soooo happy)

          
(17 week pregnant)

      We decided we would keep the news to ourselves until twelve weeks and then announce our great news to Josh’s family first at his dad’s 60th birthday party. All of his family would be together so it was the perfect time. Josh could hardly wait to tell anyone, he had a great gift idea for his dad to open. A picture frame which inside had a custom eye chart, which read “Congrats pop of eleven” (we call him “pop”) varying size letters made the saying more difficult to read and after some guessing his dad got it. I would be seeing my family the very next week since they would all be together for my neice, KayeDean’s baptism. Josh was unable to come so we made the announcement via skype. He gave my family a tour of our apartment and announced one of the rooms to be the nursery. Everyone was so excited.  On July 21st we announced to the world we were expecting after keeping it a secret for what felt like an eternity.
(Our facebook announcement)

I began researching birth options and reading everything I could get my hands on about pregnancy and birth. We decided on the Bradley Birth Method as the best fit for our family. I decided I wanted to learn and prepare for a natural, un-medicated birth. So, I created my birth plan and started implementing the things I was learning. The knowledge we took away from those 12 classes were invaluable throughout my pregnancy and imperative for labor and delivery. I knew I had to be my own health advocate and do the research so I could make the best possible educated decisions for myself and my family. I knew I would be interested in what I was learning but I also wanted Josh to learn so that we could discuss our wishes for birth and have a plan. Bradley classes were perfect because they empowered him throughout the process .When I was in labor he knew my wishes and could and did make informed, educated decisions on my behalf. He was also taught how to be an active helpful participant in my labor and delivery. I could not have labored so comfortably for as long as I did if it were not for my husband. The classes definitely helped me realize the importance of nutrition and staying active during pregnancy and explained how to implement them including specific exercises to ensure Emma is in the optimal position for birth to avoid C-section.
After the second trimester hit it was a whirlwind of routine doctor appointments, buying anything and everything I anticipated needing for our new addition and reading books like Ina May’s guide to Childbirth (an excellent book, highly recommend) and Le leche League’s guide to breastfeeding. At 16 weeks we found out we are having a girl! She was being a bit stubborn crossing her legs and making it difficult for us to see but the ultrasound tech was confident. I was a bit surprised because I thought we were having a boy. Josh thought it was a girl all along and he’s proud of that. Men love being right. We are both so excited to have a daughter.



The third trimester was here before I could blink. My sister-in -law, Dawn, threw me a beautiful tea party baby shower and it was something out of a dream. It was complete with flowered china plates, lace linen and tea cups, various hot teas and finger foods galore. In addition to most of Josh’s side of the family, my mom and best friend Sarah were able to make it and it was so fun and meaningful to me for everyone to be there. 




After 33 weeks my stomach seemed to take off. For me, I felt huge after week 12. A week before my due date, Josh injured his knee at work and threw a wrench into the mix. I was trying to remain calm. We live on the 3rd floor, have two dogs and with him being out of commission and me 9 months pregnant I was stressed. Thankfully, (and I feel truly blessed) my mom flew in a couple days before the “due date” anticipating Emma would come early or at least “on time” and was a huge help and stress relief. If you know my mom, you know she is amazing. She could not have been more helpful she cooked, cleaned, shopped, took the dogs on walks, made doctor appointments and so much more. I hope I can be like her one day.

(35 weeks pregnant) 

(40 weeks pregnant with my mama)

At 40 weeks when I went in for my weekly checkup I was 3cm dilated so we were hopeful Emma would come soon.  I always hated this…”due date”. I knew all along it was a estimation date and knew I would go late as majority of first time moms do but alas it came and went. I tried all the old wives tales as most do in hopes to kick start labor including acupuncture, acupressure, exercise, foods/drinks, bouncing on therapy ball, sex, primrose oil, red raspberry leaf tea, and castor oil! I tried Castor oil 3x’s and all I got was false labor! The pressure was on. I was overdue. I knew my midwife would be talking of induction at 41 weeks (which I was NOT willing to do unless medically necessary) and my dad was supposed to fly in on my due date January 26th but baby Emma had still not made her arrival and seemed pretty comfy in there so he pushed back his flight.



On Thursday February 4th, my mom’s birthday and the day my dad was flying in, I took Castor oil for the 3rd time! 2oz in the morning as my requested by my mother for her birthday wish.(Emma to be born) This was the most I had ever taken at one time. YUCK! I found chasing it with peanut butter toast was the most helpful btw for all you brave souls. All day, once again, we anticipated the side effects, nothing happened. My dad flew in at 5pm and we all went out to eat at Chuy’s Mexican restaurant to celebrate my mom’s birthday. I treated myself to a delicious SPICY burrito. YUM! We stopped at whole foods around 9pm for a birthday dessert in which I asked Josh to stay in the car with me while my parents went inside. I was starting to feel familiar false labor contractions and asked him to start timing them but to not say anything to my parents. They were about 5-10 minutes apart and mild.
We got home and the side effects of the castor oil came in full force! About 10pm, after this intense we will call “episode of side effects” I rejoined my family in the living room and nonchalantly told my parents I was having some contractions but that they most likely were false labor as I had been having in previous days. Everyone was tired so we went to our rooms, Josh and I decided it was best if we tried to sleep especially if I was to go into labor that night. I tried but the contractions were uncomfortable and I kept waking up to them. After sometime I was so agitated I got into the shower hoping they would calm down and I could get some rest. When I got out of the shower around 11pm my contractions were still intense, we knew this could be a sign that this is the real thing since nothing I did was making them go away but we were still unsure.
Friday, February 5th midnight, the contractions were getting more intense and closer together and coming at predictable intervals, anywhere from 2-5 minutes apart. I needed to breathe through them and Josh had to start applying deep counter pressure and massage to my low back/butt to help me handle the pain…I should say this was the only way I could handle the pain. We discovered early on he would need to do this for the entirety of every contraction or I would freak out unable to handle the pain. We put on the movie Frozen to help get my mind off of them. I don’t remember watching anything.
We desired and planned to labor at home as long as possible with the timing of contractions as our guide to when we needed to head to the hospital. We decided when they were 3 minutes apart lasting 1 minute or longer we would head over since we were just 10 minutes away. So when my contractions continued 2-5 minutes apart with the same intensity at 2:05am we decided to call the midwife just to see what she said. After hearing me go through 2 contractions she advised we come to the hospital. We decided we should wake up my mom and tell her to start getting ready. At 3:22am we called Josh’s sister Christi and his mom to tell them we were getting ready to leave for the hospital and so they could start letting family know the impending arrival of little Emma very soon! (HA!) After some intense contractions in the freezing cold while heading to the car and scary visions of giving birth while on our way to the hospital we made it at 4am and checked in.  

(Inbetween contractions 4-5cm dilated at 4am on Feb 5th) 

We got to triage and at 4:30am after what felt like an eternity I was checked. I was dilated to 4-5cm. Are you kidding me?! Only 4-5cm!! I thought I was getting ready to pop this baby out (says every first time mom experiencing labor pain) I was disappointed to say the least since I was dilated to 3cm just a week prior! I knew dilation didn’t matter and was not an indicator of how fast or slow my labor would progress so I tried to stay positive and focus on getting through these intense contractions that were coming so quickly! I was transferred to my Labor, Delivery, and Postpartum room by 5am and contractions were now 2-3 minutes apart. Hopeful, I anticipated this baby coming soon and began focusing on finding a laboring position I thought may be comfortable. I found these to be a limited few…in the tub, standing and swaying my hips or sitting on a large peanut ball bouncing but only if Josh was shaking my butt, my poor hubby. It truly helped me relax my cervix and seemed to make the contractions less intense. Anything seemed better than lying in that damn bed. I avoided it like the plague.




 I have never experienced time the way I did during my labor. It did not exist. I had no concept of it. At 12:45pm when the midwife came in to check for progress I knew I had to be getting close to start pushing as I was getting strong urges and some pressure. I was 5-6cm now. Little progress for SO MUCH WORK! Refocused and in it for the long haul, I got back into the tub, tried to listen to my music and breathe/moan through. I attempted to sleep in-between contractions since I knew I would need any rest I could get. I had not been to sleep now for over 24 hours and neither had Josh or my mom who were both actively supporting me physically and emotionally. Josh never left my side. Every time I opened my eyes he was right there with me. He continued the steady counter pressure/ butt shaking I had become so accustomed to in order to get through every single contraction. It was THE ONLY relief I found. I had a very real fear his arm would fall off since he had now been shaking my butt every 2-3 minutes for over 12 hours now. He was going through this labor WITH me. Could you imagine shaking someone’s naked butt during 32 hours of labor? Me either. He loves me.
It’s now 5pm and I was getting checked again. 5-6cm. No progress! Exhausted and feeling defeated after hearing this number I couldn’t do anything but cry. This was not the way it was supposed to go! My labor was supposed to go…naturally! I was supposed to stay awake and strong forever…or at least until Emma came out! Obviously this was not possible; I was so tired and still needed to push the baby out. The midwife starts talking about intervention, breaking my water, Pitocin, epidural ect. All things I did NOT want. Josh and I asked to discuss our options and the midwife left the room. We decided an epidural was the best option so that I could rest enough to push Emma out when the time finally came and then we would break the water.



Immediately, all the things I was trying to avoid at the hospital to make labor more comfortable started. I had to lay flat on my back, on went the blood pressure cuff, fetal monitor on my stomach, the biggest needle ever stabbed into my hand and all the while going through these awful, painful contractions. I thought when I said yes to the epidural the pain would end not get worse! The anesthesiologist finally came in at 7:01pm and administered the epidural, I could not sit still, and contractions were still coming close together and now double peaking. I had contraction after contraction while being told to sit still so all the terrible things that could possibly go wrong…wouldn’t. I had been laboring naturally for over 23 hours. I’m now confined to the bed to endure the duration. 7:40pm I’m still feeling everything! For the first time I’m scared. Now what am I going to do?! They won’t let me labor out of bed (my only cooping strategy for the pain) and the epidural didn’t work! I started to pray. Pray. Pray. Cry. Pray. The nurse calls for anesthesiologist to come back in to find the problem.
She finally came back in at 8:23pm. Trying to remain as calm as possible this time and praying the contractions would hold off, I thankfully had only one contraction this time. It worked. At 9:14pm everyone was finally able to “rest”.Hoping to sleep, all I could do was close my eyes but finally listen to that calming music that was playing. Some relief and I could breathe. The epidural seemed to do well at numbing my legs…well, one leg. The nurses alternated me to each side and it seemed to help even that out a bit but the epidural never actually numbed the desired area. 10:24pm the midwife was due to break my water hoping this would get things moving now that I’ve rested a bit.




 Saturday, February 6th, 2016 I’m 41 weeks +3days….10 days overdue! Will this baby come already!? Remember those phone calls yesterday that baby was coming soon? Yeah, still no baby. Midnight, the midwife arrives to break my water and check me, I’m now 7cm dilated but contractions are irregular, between 5-6 minutes apart. The midwife is concerned I will need to start pushing soon and the contractions will be too far apart to be effective. She recommends Pitocin to move things along. After discussing the pros/cons Josh decides to refuse the Pitocin and let my body react to the water being broken which would move the baby farther down. We ask for more time to dilate and see what happens.
2am my contractions are coming more regularly but still farther apart than I would expect at this stage, 4-6 minutes. At 4am, I am 9cm dilated and feeling intense pressure and contractions again! Feeling is coming back into my legs and I can move them. At 5am the nurse checked me this time and I am fully dilated but a tiny lip of cervix is left before I can start pushing. The nurse calls the midwife and asks her to come into our room as we are getting ready to push and it’s happening fast. Everything was perfect, Emma was coming down quickly and I had my mom and Josh by my side and a fabulous nurse all cheering me on. The room was quite, calm and I was ready. This is it. FINALLY! Around 5:20am still no midwife but baby is coming and I am pushing. Josh on my left, mom on my right, nurse in the middle, first push and we can see her head with some hair! I get so excited she has hair! Four sets of pushes and the midwife finally came in. Emma was on the fast track out! I push through 2 more intense sets of contractions and she was crowning, 3rd push and Emma Renee Ryen was born at 5:42am! Did I mention the epidural wore off? Emma was 7lbs 9oz and 19 inches long. She was caught by her daddy who handed her to me.

(5:42am the best moment of our lives)





(Cutting Emma's Umbilical Cord)




 Yes, my midwife was awesome for letting him do this. Josh said to catch his daughter and be the first person she touched and looked at was the coolest experience.  She was put on my chest and snuggled up immediately. We were left alone to spend precious skin to skin time and getting to know each other while the midwife spent some time on me. We allowed the cord to stop pulsating before Josh cut it and she shortly after latched on and began nursing. Sounds to perfect, right? Well, Emma waited just long enough to come out before pooping all over herself and me while lying on my chest but I had no idea nor did I care.  







We asked to save the placenta for encapsulation and put it in a mini cooler for a doula to pick up later that day. Once the midwife finished with me and the zillion nurses left the room, Josh got some skin to skin with Emma and placed her on his chest while I again tried to sleep. Emma got her first bath which she loved not crying once. We had a few visitors that day but kept it pretty low key. I don’t remember much of anything else that happened that day but that I now had a beautiful angel in my arms to care for. It has been 6 weeks. Emma is peacefully sleeping and I’m still in awe that she is ours. I look down at her recalling the first time I looked at this amazing, beautiful, incredible…no, words cannot come close to describe what I felt in that moment looking at my daughter for the first time. I think dang, that was hard but oh my goodness was it so worth it. In that moment time truly stood still. I thank god every day for Emma, our miracle. Our “rainbow baby”.  


Wednesday, September 3, 2014

The Clark's Come to visit!

My brother and sister-in-law and their family came to visit from Florida this last week! We had a full house with our adorable, energetic and adventurous nieces. Sierra (10), Ava (7), Alyssa (5), Joelle (3) and Claire (5months). We had a blast playing tourist with them all over Seattle. We went to the Woodland park zoo, Pacific Science Center, Up to the Space Needle, took a argosy cruise tour of the bay and visited the Seattle Aquarium. We spent a night "camping" in the backyard, making fires and roasting and experimenting different s'more concoctions including roasting hot tamales (a Ryen family addiction I think), we went on a hike to Twin Falls in North Bend, WA in which everyone, one way or another went for a dip in the river, some of us fell in while navigating the rocks and others (Christi, Josh, and John) all dove into the freezing cold water. It was quit the adventure weekend. The girls loved collecting slugs all around the yard including naming them, holding them, and making them a designated rock formation to try and keep them in one spot. The girls loved playing with Saddie and Peanut, even though they both were less than sociable. Peanut sent very mixed signals growling and waggin his tale while being pet and Saddie pretended to be dying by crying everytime any of the younger girls tried to pet her. They obviously are not use to be around so many playful kids but none the less good practice for them as they hopefully wont always be our only babies. Kids say the cutest things and we loved having our family in town this week. They are so much fun and we miss them already. It was very strange waking up this morning not hearing Alyssa singing or talking to the dogs through our door....but to silence. We love all our nieces and nephews and wish we could all live closer to one another.






5 year Wedding Anniversary, August 1st, 2014.

This is the day 5 years ago the man of my dreams agreed to marry me. I feel so blessed to be his wife. He is an amazing man that makes me laugh everyday, I can completely be my true self and he supports me in anything and everything I do. I love him more today than I ever thought was possible to love someone. When I think about how truly lucky I am to have found in him my best friend, partner in crime, true love and biggest supporter my heart is overcome with happiness and love. It hurts sometimes I love him so much. It is unconditional. True love.
This is usually the time everyone would report how many children they have had, times they have moved, houses they have lived in/bought and every other accomplishment. Josh and I have not had a "typical" first 5 years of marriage but I would not trade any of them for anything. Everything we have gone through and have been blessed with have brought us closer. Every day we learn more about each other and our relationship. We don't know what the years ahead of us have in store. We know God is in the details and is mindful of what we are meant to do/be. We hope to someday have children and have a place to call our own but for now I'm just so happy that god blessed me with the most important part of my life early on.... Josh. I love you forever and always.


The most difficult test of my life....

Yes, I did it. I'm still in disbelief. I took my National Board Certification Exam for Occupational Therapy....and PASSED!
To get to this point, is a miracle in itself. While taking the test it took everything in me to not run out crying the timed 4 hour 200 question test was so nerve racking stressful. I left the testing center (Practically a jail in which they take your fingerprints, pat you down and make you raise your hand if you want to take off your jacket) my nerves were shot. I felt completely defeated and was positive I was going to end up homeless on the streets of Seattle ( a common negative place I go straight to when I feel I have failed) in my mind at the time, I had just wasted thousands and thousands of dollars, and years of my life.....my family was extremely supportive during these 4 days of torture and delirium waiting for my exam results and I would have never made it through without them. I received my results on a Thursday morning and remember waking up several times that night and morning wishing I could just go back to bed so I didn't have to find out my results. My classmate Rachel broke the news to me that morning via a text at 7:30am. I couldn't believe it. I checked my status over and over.....over and over. Honestly, until I received this piece of paper in the mail confirming I still couldn't believe it.  It is such a big deal because although I received my degree in Occupational therapy from an accredited program, if I didn't pass, like so many people I had read about on Facebook attempting their 5th even 6th time, I could not do anything with my degree without passing this national exam. I feel extremely blessed to be able to overcome all the obstacles that I faced while in school, including 4 of my teachers quitting and having to move to Vegas to finish my requirements for graduation all the while going through some of the hardest trials of my life with Josh. We made it through. Here is a pic my mom insisted she take to post on Facebook of course. What would I do without my mom? I would have no documented accomplishments.

This piece of paper is by far more important than any other because without it I could not practice. (Sigh of relief) Finally, I can start doing what I love.



For those of you who are unfamiliar with Occupational therapy. I am an "assistant" in the way a nurse "assists" a doctor. I treat patients independently of other professionals but collaborate with the occupational therapist on client status, progress ect. Occupational Therapy practioners help people of all ages to become/achieve independence when dysfunction, disability or delays in function that affects their daily life occurs. I can work in all different settings including hospitals, outpatient and inpatient    rehabilitation units, pediatric clinics, skilled nursing facilities, schools, mental health facilities just to name a few. If your interested in learning more visit: http://www.aota.org/consumers.aspx 

My first job as a therapist. Mosaic Children's Therapy in Bellevue, WA.





Saturday, August 2, 2014

Rich Family Reunion July 2014 McCall, ID

We had another great Rich Family Reunion in McCall, ID this year. It was chalked full of good times and adventures including white water rafting the Salmon river in nearby Riggins, ID, Quad Riding all over beautiful and breathtaking brundage mountain, boating, kayaking and paddle boarding, swimming, biking, eating ice cream and making yummy dinners. Each reunion is such a different experience mostly because my siblings and I are all getting older, have families of our own and our lives are drastically changing  yearly. I'm grateful for the wonderful family I have who all love each other, are there for each other and enjoy spending time together.


(Photo Credit: BrittanyMengPhotography)












The most beautiful, remote camp area on brundage mountain in McCall, ID. right next to a stream where we could swim, canoe and talk around the campfire. The guys had a air soft gun war and there were only minor catastrophes. We rode around and explored the mountain side on quads and got really nice and dirty.