Guys, it happened… Baby Girl is finally HEEEERE! She was a good girl and decided to come Sunday, one day before my induction date! I now introduce to you…
Daivy Kaye Page
Ps that cute hair bow is from Think Pink Bows and I’m obsessed! It’s so soft and stretchy.
Daivy is pronounced like Daisy with a “v”, and Kaye is my mom’s middle name. She was born at 3:44pm Sunday, making a grand entrance! She is a sweet, easy-going baby (thank goodness) and we are in love.
For my own documentation purposes, I have decided to share her story and how we came up with her name. I spent about 5 hours on Monday carefully writing her story with details and pictures. I was about to post it…when WordPress freaked and erased it all – even though I had saved it several times. I almost cried.
Determined, I wrote it up the next day…and it happened AGAIN! I actually cried.
So here’s crossing my fingers that this works this time. It’s more for my family documentation than anything else, but for anyone else who is interested:
Here is Daivy’s delivery story (…not the gross parts, I promise).
This pregnancy has been pretty good, surprisingly. Normally I’m horribly barfing and sick at both the beginning and end of pregnancy. This time? Not a single bout of morning sickness. It made me worried that she wasn’t a thriving baby at first, but eventually I chalked it up to baby girl simply wanting to ensure her place as my favorite child.
Though I had no morning sickness, this pregnancy my varicose veins got so bad, I could – literally – hardly move some days (see picture proof HERE, HERE, HERE and HERE), which is why I was scheduled to be induced Monday 11/24 (one week early).
My son Hutch had a successful tonsillectomy on Thursday, my parents arrived from Oregon Friday, Bubba and I squeezed in one last date night to the movies, we had a great day with the kids Saturday, and Saturday night I washed my last load of baby carriers and paraphernalia, got the car seat cleaned out and ready to go, and declared…
“Ok baby girl, you can come now!”
Sunday at 4am I woke up because my son’s throat was hurting. We got him back to bed but noticed my Braxton Hicks, though mild, were more consistent than usual. I timed them from 4 – 5am and they were 4/4.5 minutes apart.
Normally I would go back to bed and figure the contractions would wake me up if they got strong enough (like they did for my other kids). But my parents (who came from Oregon to help with this week) were planning to drive 1.5 hrs away to a family missionary farewell in the morning and had to leave by 7:30am. If I ended up going into full-blown labor while my folks were gone, what would we do with the kids? Plus, a big snow storm was rolling in and I really wasn’t interested in getting stuck having to have a baby in my living room. My carpet would really hate me for that.
I woke Bubba up around 5:00 and told him we should go to the hospital so we could know by the time my parents needed to leave whether it was a false alarm or not. I did my hair and grabbed my makeup, Bubba packed, and we headed out.
We got to the hospital and they hooked me up to a monitor at 6:15 to track my contractions. They were still somewhat consistent, but weren’t getting stronger. At 7:00 I was only dilated to a 2, same as I had been since 37 weeks. Dang.
The nurse said I could go home and come back if my contractions got stronger, or I could walk the halls for an hour and they would admit me if I progressed to a 3 or higher.
Bubba napped. The snow dumped.
I sped-walked the halls like it was my day job, determined to not have to take a walk-of-shame and go back home (especially because at this point my parents weren’t going to have enough time to visit family anyway).
At 8:00 they checked…I was a 3! They would admit me! Glory alleluia!
Side tangent: I posted the above picture and got lots of comments about how people were impressed that I had my hair and makeup done. Advice I always give moms in labor…GET DOLLED UP! Aside from your wedding day, you will most likely have your picture taken more when giving birth than any other time! Let’s be honest, being in labor is no fun. But I took 10-15 minutes to do my hair, did my makeup in the car on the drive to the hospital, and BAM – I suddenly feel better, even amidst the yucky contractions. Plus, once you have a new baby it’s sweat-pants-and-no-shower time, so enjoy looking glamorous one more time before real life hits. My take on it all? There is nothing wrong with looking and feeling good in the hospital!! Especially since you’ll leave the place wearing the world’s biggest maxi pad, and that is just the farthest thing from sexy. Ok, stepping off my box now.
We took one last belly shot, I got suited up in the sexy hospital gown, and we settled in.
Bubba was productive on his computer, we listened to church music (it was Sunday, after all), I read, napped, and organized pictures on my computer, it dumped snowed outside, and we were the only people on the entire L&D floor. It was quiet, laid back, and relaxing. So far each of my kids’ deliveries have been scary-exact indicators of their personalities, so we’re estimating this baby to be sweet, timid, and easygoing…let’s hope we’re right!
By 10:30 even though my contractions had gotten a bit stronger, I had only progressed to a 4 (which is very unlike my other labors). They called my doc to break my water to get the party started, which usually works like a champ.
Feeling confident, we put our reading away and Bubba got the camera out and got ready for action…
…that never came. Wah waaaaaah.
A few more hours passed with little progress. My contractions, though stronger, were inconsistent and I was only dilated to a 6 by 3pm. So I went back to napping.
I posted the above pic on Instagram at 3:10pm. Not even 10 minutes later, around 3:20pm, I had the MOTHER of all contractions. It was the strongest contraction I’ve ever had. Even through the epidural it took my breath away and made it so I couldn’t talk or concentrate on anything else. And it just. wouldn’t. stop! Bubba watched the monitor like a hawk. After 3 minutes of intense pain Bubba said, “3 minutes is too long, something is wrong. I’m getting the nurse.” Just then my nurse bustled in. She had been watching the monitor at her station and was also slightly concerned.
The contraction lasted – wait for it – FIVE MINUTES. I thought it was going to kill me.
When it finally subsided and I could breathe again, I turned to the nurse and said
“Um…I think the baby is coming.”
She checked and confirmed what I was feeling with a “Oh my! Wow, looks like it’s show time!”. She called to a nurse to text 9-1-1 to my doc who was in church. Motherload contractions came consistently at this point (and my epidural was feeling pretty useless), and everyone encouraged me to relax and breathe, as they hurried to get the room prepped.
My doc made it in record time. Around 3:30 she arrived, threw some scrubs over her church clothes, and around 3:40 she gave me the ok to push on the next contraction. (GLORY ALLELUIA!)
At 3:44pm baby girl made her debut! An emotional mommy and daddy were so happy to hold her at last. She hardly cried as she was being fussed with, so we’re thinking our “easy-going baby” prediction was right.
She got cleaned up and we enjoyed getting a good look at her for the first time. We were all surprised that she was only 7lb 12oz, her chubby little cheeks gave her the impression of being much bigger! She was (is) beautiful.
We got moved to our room and Daivy got love from Mimi and Grandpa…while I got love from the burger I had been craving all day. It was delicious.
The next day the kids got to meet their baby sister for the first time. Priya has never been so excited about anything in her entire life! She has already held Daivy for hours and shows no signs of slowing down.
So…Where’d we get her name from?
The story isn’t too exciting…I simply loved the name! We are very particular because we like unique names that you rarely hear, but that aren’t too “out there”.
Bubba had more of an opinion on the boys’ names so he gave me the go-ahead to have the final say on the girls’ names. I heard the name Navy once and it resonated with me. A few months later Bubba and I were volunteering at the Draper LDS Temple and heard someone say the last name Davies. Again, it rang in my head. I blended the two and thought, “Hmm…Davie would be a cute girl name…” but I wasn’t pregnant at the time so I added to my ongoing baby name list that I always keep in my phone and buried it for a while.
As time went on I became more and more in love with the name. Bubba was luke-warm about it at first. But once we found out we were pregnant with a girl, it quickly became a top contender. Once she was born we KNEW she was a Daivy. But how to spell it?? We had gone back and forth throughout the entire pregnancy. Davey was too masculine, Davee had too many “E’s”, Davie was cute but looks like “Dah-vee”, and Daivy (like Daisy) is cute, but is a little funky and doesn’t look good with Kaye which is my mom’s middle name and the middle name we for sure wanted. Change the spelling of the middle name? Leave it? Tough stuff for an indecisive lady with commitment issues!
We actually texted our family that her name was Davie Kay, but at the last minute Bubba and I agreed to change it to Daivy Kaye.
So there you have it!
We feel so blessed to be entrusted with such a sweet little spirit. We love our little Daivy Kaye and can’t imagine our family without her!