Nona Faye Combs

 Phil in the birthing suite just as we arrived at the hospital.

Well I had been expecting baby to arrive for weeks just with the placenta previa during the pregnancy and needing to be prepared for a c-section at 37 weeks. Then everything cleared at about 34 weeks so we didn't need to have a c-section and we could just wait until she was ready to come. I went in at 39 weeks and Dr. Nickel stripped my membranes in the morning. I walked around for hours and didn't even have a single cramp. He asked me if I wanted to be induced if this didn't work and I was totally on-board with that. So on Wednesday April 20th I was eating dinner with Mom and Dad and the family and the hospital called to say come in before 7 if I wanted to be induced. I thought Phil had meetings at the church, but he cancelled them and we headed to the hospital. We were there for a while when the nurses (one nurse and one in training) came and to start the IV and get this ready for the doctor's orders. The nurse in training asked if she could start my IV and because I have a hard time saying no and I have great veins I let her try. She was digging around in my hand and blew my vein. It hurt and Phil was about ready to punch her, but then the other nurse took over and got it the second time no problems. Doc came in about another hour later and had me put on a monitor so they could give me a little pill cytotex to help get things started. They only gave me a quarter of the pill and things slowly started and a couple hours into things the nurse checked me and I was at a 4. She asked how the pain was, but of course I go on the low side of things because I hate to look like a wimp. She said I could get off the monitor and walk around and use the bathroom. Then she would put me back on the monitor and give me another pill. She left the room and I walked to the bathroom and then came back and laid down trying to sleep before things got to serious. Once I got in bed it felt like the baby kicked me super hard and then my water broke and things just took off from there. I was having the contractions in my back just like with the other girls. I kept hoping they would shift around to the front, but once they got super hard immediately after my water broke I knew I wanted an epidural. I told the nurse I wanted one and she said she wanted to check me. I told her no because I knew things were happening fast and I was afraid she would tell me it was too late. When my water broke I felt the baby move down a ton and fast. The anesthesiologist came in after I had about 5 contractions and then I had a few more while she was setting it up and with back labor it hurts so bad if someone is not pushing on your back so those two I had while she was putting it in where horrible. Then I was amazed at how well it worked. Within minutes I felt so much better. No pain, just a ton of pressure. The nurse checked me and I was at a 9 (within 20 minutes I went from a 4-9) and she called my doctor to wake him up and get him there. I just held off on pushing until he got there about twenty minutes. I pushed three sets and she was out. So I took the pill around 11:00 pm and she was born at 3:50 am so not to bad. We had a hard time deciding on the name. By the next afternoon we had narrowed it down to two names. Either Nona or Hazel and had eliminated Opal from the list. We liked Faye for a middle name, but also liked Aiko (Japanese for "love child") we would tell everyone that is was child of love instead. After a few hours and trying things out Phil looked up popularity of names and Hazel was more popular than Nona so we settled on Nona. Plus it just seemed right to name her Nona Faye Combs when we talked about it. She weighed 8 lbs 3 oz.