Our Hippy Journey – The Diagnosis

As I mentioned in Adeline’s birth story post, she was a breech baby, frank breech specifically, and likely had been for quite a while during my pregnancy. That means her head and feet were basically touching and she was folded in half in my tummy. When babies are born, no matter their positioning, the doctors do a top to bottom evaluation to make sure everything is ok and the baby is healthy. As was routine, they checked Adeline out after her birth, bathed her and placed her in my arms in the recovery room. That was about the time the pediatrician came in to talk to us about her hips. I was still pretty out of it, at this point it is after midnight and I was still coming off of the medicine. But what I did hear in this conversation was a doctor telling me my baby was not perfect, and no mommy (or daddy) wants to hear that, ever. Obviously I was concerned, but did not have time to process what exactly they meant and the doctor was not able to tell us much.

The next day, the pediatricians do morning rotations to each patient’s room after checking the babies. That Monday morning the pediatrician came by our room. My husband had just run to grab some breakfast for us so it was only Adeline and I in the room. Everything looked great and Adeline was healthy, she told me. Except for her hips. What I will always remember about this conversation was the pediatrician telling me she had never seen a case this bad in 6 years – why on earth she stated it that way is anyone’s guess, but I was crushed inside. I did not know what all of this meant, what was in store for us, and if my precious baby would be ok. And then the mom guilt hits – this was all my fault. What did I do wrong? Is there something I could have done different to avoid this? Why does my baby have this? There are so many days I still have these thoughts and some nights while rocking Adeline to sleep I still have tears stream down my face worried about her and feeling like somehow I could have changed this.

Following our discharge from the hospital Thursday of that week, we scheduled Adeline’s first pediatric appointment the next day. We did not want to waste any time. Our pediatrician, whom we absolutely adore and has been such support, checked her hips that Friday. Sure enough there was clicking and popping coming from the right side and we believed that was the side to worry about. She talked to us about Infant Hip Dysplasia, something neither Greg nor I had ever heard of. She advised us to schedule time with a Pediatric Orthopedic Specialist, and sooner the better. Since babies are born with a good amount of the hormone relaxin passed on from the mother, which keeps the baby’s ligaments and joints flexible in order to move through the birth canal, picking up on and treating hip dysplasia early has a much better success rate to avoid further complications and procedures such as surgery.

After leaving the doctor’s office that day, we did not waste time. We called from the doctor’s office parking to sat up an appointment for the following Monday to meet with the orthopedic doctor in hopes of learning more and praying it would be a quick-fix.


Adeline’s Birth Story

June 24, 2018. I have replayed this day over and over in my head a hundred times. I can remember every detail of the day, everything that happened, the conversations and emotions, but sitting down and writing this right now is a whole different story and one I have not shared with many. June 24 is the day Adeline was born and a day that rocked my whole world – changed everything about my family and identity in an incredible way.

Before I jump into her birth story, let me give a little background. At my 33-week appointment I was told that Adeline was likely breech. But to be certain, at my 35-week appointment the doctor ordered an ultrasound. And sure enough, the bowling ball we felt at the top of my bump was most definitely her head. We scheduled an External Cephalic Version (ECV) at 37 weeks in hopes the doctor could manually turn her. 2 minutes into what proved to be a very painful procedure, my doctor knew this baby was not budging – she was a good size with little room to rotate and completely comfortable and snug in the position she was in. That afternoon after getting home from the hospital from the Version, we scheduled a C-section for June 30.

Greg and I woke up that Sunday in June (June 24) and decided to attend the 7 am church service (not sure what we were thinking since looking back, that was the absolute last day we would ever sleep in 🙂 ) and after the service we went for breakfast at a restaurant in Buckhead. It ended up being a beautiful summer day and the sunshine came out strong.

At this point, Adeline was still breech and after scouring the web for a few weeks leading up to this day I was determined to go to the pool as much as possible to swim laps in hopes she would turn (which apparently works for some women, who would have thought?!). This day was no exception. After church Greg and I got our pool things ready and headed that way for a few hours before coming home to relax for the rest of the evening. It was about 6:30 pm when we sat down for dinner and started talking about our baby, what parenting would be like, what we were going to do our last week before the C-section that following weekend, and we even argued a little about who was more excited about our baby’s arrival.

I am not sure what it was, the pool, the dinner, or the bickering, but Adeline was not having it and she didn’t want to wait any longer. About 7 pm, when Greg got up to do the dishes in the kitchen, my water broke. There was no question. Greg loaded the car so fast, I was basically frozen and couldn’t move, thinking a million different things, but we both hopped in the car in less than 10 minutes and booked it to Northside Hospital.

Upon arrival they took me quickly back to our room knowing our little girl was breech. The on-call doctor came to our room within minutes. She had most kind spirit, with a reassuring calming nature God must have known I would need. To make it better, my midwife, whom I adored throughout my pregnancy, was also on-call that night. I could not have wished for a better team.


By the time I was taken back, checked out and connected to all the monitors it was time, Baby Adeline was ready to make her appearance. They wheeled us back to the operating room and Greg and I knew within 30 minutes we would be parents – what an amazing and scary feeling, all at the same time.

In what was the most seamless experience, our baby arrived at 10:32 pm that night. I was so drugged up with medicine and somewhat loopy when they placed her on my chest once she was cleaned up, but it was one of the most special moments I could have ever imagined.





There are so many other details about the night that is imprinted in my memory and will never be forgotten.

As I sit now and reflect on that series of events, I can’t help but believe God knew exactly what he was planning and doing and I thank Him every day for the healthy and safe delivery we had and for letting Adeline make me a mommy.

Adeline Estelle has brought so much joy to our lives and more than I ever thought imaginable. I cannot imagine life without her, and she’s the absolute best gift I have ever received.