Tanner Lane Janquart
9 lbs 21 1/2 in
June 8th, 4:39pm
Meaning of Lane – “From the long road, pathway”
Why we chose it for a middle name – It was a 3 1/2 year, very windy, long road that lead us to him.
Where do I start?! I wanted to write Tanner’s birth story sooner than later. Not that I think you ever forget your child’s birth, but Tanner’s was truly a blessing. As my doctor said, It’s about time something went my way on this journey and I fully agree with her.
I went to bed last Wednesday (June 7th) a little upset that I was most likely going to have to wait another week to get induced and meet my little man. I was having no real contractions, yet doing everything I could. I was off of work already on leave so I was going for about 3 walks a day in the disgusting heat. Then I’d come home and drink Raspberry Leaf Tea, or do some squats, you name it. Anything to help naturally induce labor. NOTHING WAS WORKING. I went to bed on Wednesday and slept in our extra bedroom as it was hot. I woke up in the middle of the night with some lighter contractions. I was not impressed as they were not consistent nor very strong. These went on for about three hours. Fortunately I had my 40 week appt with my doctor the following morning so I could see if I had made any progress. My appt was at 8:40am. At the time we were leaving my contractions were now about 20 minutes apart but didn’t quite have me peeled over in pain yet. I told Joe he better go with me just incase I had a contraction when driving. I didn’t think that would be very safe!
As we got to the doctor I remember having about two while we were there, but none while waiting for my actual doctor. She came in and we all agreed that we better schedule an induction for the following week. I told her my contractions were about 20 min apart, but not too terribly painful yet. She was glad to hear I was feeling something so she went ahead and checked my cervix. To our surprise I was at a 3 (the previous three weeks I literally was not dilated at all). She went ahead and stripped my membranes to see if that would help get anything started and on our way back home we went with a scheduled induction for Wednesday, June 14th. (Although we all remained confident the baby would come before then). On the way home I remember having a few more contractions. These were much stronger. I let Joe go back to work and I thought I would start doing my usual walking around the block. Well it lasted about 5 minutes. I had to turn around and come back home. The contractions were getting closer and closer. Around 12:00pm I texted Joe telling him he better get back home. I didn’t think we were going to have to go anywhere quite yet, but was thinking by end of day we would maybe need to plan a course of action – meaning call labor and delivery.
Joe got home around 1:00pm or a little after. At this point they were coming on strong. I just didn’t want to be that mom who got sent home though. So I packed up a few last minute items in my bag, got Payton’s bag ready for grandmas, and got Tanners bag together. Nothing like the last minute! As I was doing all this I told Joe we better call. The contractions were now consistent and gosh did they hurt. I called and talked to the hospital, barely making it through the phone call, and we were on our way. The car ride to the hospital may be something I never forget. Poor Joe, I was screaming, swearing, slapping the dashboard, and lord only knows what else. These were now minutes apart and I was in intense pain. I had him pull up to valet at apprx 2:15pm, with us running inside Children’s Hospital. “Can I help you” Um yes I’m in labor, like right now.” Thankfully, the staff got me into triage within minutes. She checked me again and I had a full bag and was at about 6cm. Clearly sweeping the membranes did it’s job we all joked. The nurse came back into the room and basically looked at us and said, “You ready to have a baby?”
Of course we were! But wait, I needed an epidural! I’m a full believer in being comfortable as possible while giving birth and I was far from it. They got the IV hooked up to me and within minutes the anesthesiologist was in my room giving me the epidural. Before he did, they had me walk to the restroom to try using it. I could barely get there. Joe helped me and I’ll never forget sitting there. I looked at him and told him I thought the baby was going to fall out of me! Then the shakes began. I was confused as to why I was shaking relentlessly. The nurse saw what was happening to my body and before we knew it, she was getting everything prepped. The doctor came in and did a check. I was at a 9 and my full bag of water was right there. She went ahead and broke it and asked if I was ready to start pushing. Sure, I mean really there is no turning back now! I was so nervous I was going to have to push for hours. With Payton it took about two full hours and I was so exhausted. Well, little did we know after about 4 big pushes, baby Tanner made his appearance into this world. I asked the doctor what time it was, 4:39pm. Seriously, what just happened in the last 4 hours!?!?
It’s amazing what a whirlwind it all was. This little man is such a champ they let us go home when he was exactly 24 hours. We couldn’t believe it. Pulling back into the driveway Friday evening was very surreal. To think the morning before I was pregnant as could be with no sign of labor in sight. I really do think God was taking extra care of me on this part of the pregnancy. It couldn’t have went more perfectly and the fact that our little miracle is completely healthy is simply amazing. We dropped Payton off at daycare that morning not knowing when her little brother would come and by the time she was picked back up, he had made his debut. Talk about confusing for a 4 year old! I was so worried the entire time that with the measles outbreak she wouldn’t get to be with us at the hospital. He was definitely watching over us and allowed everything to be so smooth, that we got to be reunited with her within 24 hours! She is just smitten with her little brother and has already been such a big helper. She started her own sticker chart for helping out and has told us when she gets 20 she will get to go to Target and pick out a toy 🙂
I never thought my heart could grow any bigger after Payton. This little boy simply grew it times 100. If he only knew what he meant to our family. He’s so loved and is just perfect. He doesn’t cry, except for diaper changes. He loves when his sister sings to him. He basically has slept through the night the past two nights (minus waking for feedings) and he loves to cuddle. Seriously, how did we get so lucky?! The pain and heartache we went through the past 3 1/2 years was completely worth it. All of the ups and downs led us to this child and I couldn’t be more proud to call him mine. Will I ever forget our other two babies whom we lost while on this journey, absolutely not. But I’m so proud and blessed that this little guy stuck around and allowed me to be his Mommy.
I want to thank RMIA and my doctors for all their love and support along the way. Without them, we wouldn’t be where we are today. They allowed a place for support, where I could just be me. I literally have tears rolling down my face as I write this thinking about the many times I walked in and out of that fertility clinic. The call letting me know our IUI’s didn’t work, or our first IVF didn’t work, or the number of times I went in for an ultrasound because there was another scare, or why someone has to face two miscarriages.
Why it all happened the way it did? I’m not sure I’ll ever know the real answer, but I do know one thing – Everything feels exactly as it should. Our family is complete and I’ve been blessed to give birth to two healthy children and that’s a good enough answer for me.
We love you Tanner Lane!