2 Much 2 love: Baby Quinn

Happy Birthday Quinn Charles Trogdon. We were so excited and happy and anxious to meet our new little baby boy and welcome him into the world. Quinn was born on December 18th at 2:34 AM 2019. He weighed 9 LBS 1 OZ and measured 21.5 inches long. He is such a sweet good boy and it was not long after he was born that was wanted to start eating and growing!

Birth Story

I went into the OBGYN on Tuesday the 17th (Due date) and was dilated to a 2 so Dr. McIntyre was able to strip the membranes to hopefully get things to move along! By the time afternoon came along I had some little contractions about an hour apart and they started to come closer together by evening, but still far enough apart that I was not concerned I figured they would probably stop and I could get a good sleep that night. But to be on the safe side I decided I should probably pack my hospital bag so we would be prepared to go if need be.

We got the kids to bed and I watched an episode of some or other show to distract myself. Contractions we getting closer now but still about 15-25 mins apart and didn't feel like they were of any import. We got ready for bed around Ten but I couldn't sleep because of the sporadic contractions. I got up and decided that I should at least get something done if I was going to be awake and maybe I could help these contractions along if they were going to persist I thought I may as well get it over with. So I got out the mop and mopped the floor. It seemed they were getting a little more uncomfortable now so I thought maybe a bath would feel good. I got in and they seemed to soften and not come so close but about 15 mins into my bath they started to last longer and were more uncomfortable. I texted mom and told her she had better get in the car and get over here if she wanted to be here for the birth. So they packed up around 11:00 or so. I figured that they would be able to get here in plenty of time. (I mean who only labours for 4 hours). I got out and woke Tyler, asked him to go and get our neighbor friend so she could come and be here with the kids while they slept (this I had arranged maybe two days before, thank goodness). He was gone for what seemed like an eternity to me. The contractions were such that I had to stop doing what I was working on and breathe. It seemed to take forever for me to get dressed and ready to go. By they time I got in car Cora (my friend) was walking up the sidewalk, which was good because at this point I did not want to wait for her :).

The drive to the hospital seemed quite fast to me as I was, at this point, preoccupied with what was happening. Contractions when we got to the hospital were maybe 1-2 mins apart and quite painful. I was admitted to the first admission room and we waited for the nurse for a couple mins who checked me and I was dilated to a 7 and was feeling the need to push. They soon got a wheelchair and took me to the labour and delivery room. I labored for i'm not sure how long. Pain seems to make you not so concerned with the passage of time and only occupied with the immediate happenings. They asked if I was an epidural and I immediately said 'yes'. They went to see what could be done for me and came back a few minutes later saying that the anesthesiologist was currently giving another patient and epidural. Current thought, 'uugggghhhhhhhh, noo way!' But too bad, definitely nothing to do about it now, I was already wanting and trying to push. I was pretty sure it was too late for anything either way. Not long after my water broke and a nurse was sitting on the end of the bed and got soaked! Poor girl. She never even reacted! Haha, I kind thought to laugh but I also felt so so bad for that. Not long after the on call Doctor came in and had me lay down and I started to push. During this whole time Tyler was by my side holding my hand and trying to keep my breathing and calm and cheering my on. He was my rock for the whole process. I was so glad I had him to hold onto and to put some of the tension and frustration into, which he seemed to take willingly, with great empathy for me. Thank goodness for him. Moving forward I pushed, from what I remember, only about 3 times before I had my beautiful baby boy. Oh what relief and joy did he bring with him. Tyler cut the cord and I held him for a couple seconds before they took him and cleaned him off a bit and made sure he was doing okay. He was here, and all mine.

Mom and Dad did not make it. They got there about an hour and half later and I had already fed him and got to hold and love on him. I couldn't be happier with the was things happened, and couldn't be happier with such a beautiful healthy baby boy. We stayed in the hospital that day and night and left the next morning. What a wonderful, perfect Christmas gift from and loving Heavenly Father and Savior. It was amazing to have a baby around that time of year. All I wanted to do was snuggle and love on him as did dad and grandma and even grandpa got in some snuggles.

December 18th