I had a Dr's appointment yesterday, my normal monthly check up, and all is well with baby boy. His heart rate was 132 and the Dr. was able to feel some body parts when he pushed on my tummy. As you may remember I had to have a second ultrasound because the machine kept freezing the first time I went. The Dr. said everything looked good but he said the babies size is 70%...meaning he's bigger than 70% of other babies that had an ultrasound at 24 weeks. So big shocker there, we are having another big baby. Jackson was almost 8lbs at 3 1/2 weeks early, so I'm hoping this baby will come right at 37 weeks. That way he won't be considered a preemie (we had to stay an extra day in the hospital because Jackson was technically a preemie) and hopefully he won't be TOO giant yet! I have shared my birth story with lots of people, although my mom always warns me that people will hate me because it was so fast. I just think it was a nice gift from God after the really tough first trimester I had and all the rough things my family had dealt with that year.
So for those of you who haven't heard it, here it is (I tried not to be too graphic)...
I woke up at 2am to go to the bathroom. When I got out of bed I felt like I had peed a little and couldn't stop it...which is what they say it's like when your water breaks. It was only a little so I knew my water hadn't broken but I wondered if it was leaking. I went to the bathroom and had a cramp, felt like a combo period/gas cramp. I thought that was odd but didn't think too much of it until I had another one prob 5-10 min later. By 3am they were about 3 min apart so I woke my husband up and asked him to time them. He didn't really take me seriously at first and just sorta watched the alarm clock and counted. When he realized they were only 3 min apart he got up and turned on the light and got his watch. He said they were lasting about 40 sec and were 3 min apart...then they were lasting almost a min and were 2 min apart. ( I'm not gonna lie....it hurt BAD!!!!! Like don't know what to do to make it through the pain kind of bad. It really helps to move around. Laboring in a bed has got to be horrible. I was up and walking around and hanging on to my husband while he rubbed my back) anyhoo, so my husband is sorta freaking out ( only on the inside of course) because I'm early and it's happening so fast. I go to the bathroom again and there is a little bit of blood so we decide we need to go to the hospital. That was at 4am. By the time we left the house I was starting to feel like I had to poop (sorry might be TMI for some men, but mommies know what I'm talking about) which is what it feels like when you start having the urge to push. I was in my room at the hospital by 4:15am. Right before the nurse went to check me for the first time my water broke. When she checked me she said, " I have good news and bad news. The good news is you are fully dilated, the bad news is you can't get any meds." Well I hadn't been planning on doing it naturally but there's no stopping it once it starts:) It's actually so amazing. Your body knows what to do. You are gonna push whether you want to or not. I just thought that was the coolest thing ever. God made my body to do this! My Dr. arrived prob around 4:45 or so. At this point I'm breathing through my contractions and trying not to push which is much harder than you think it would be. As soon as my Dr. arrived he told me I could start pushing. Now the amazing thing about this point of your labor is that you get a break in between contractions. It's not like active labor where it's fast and furious. You can take a breath if you need to in between. It took me a few times to get the pushing right and Jackson was born at 5:17am. They put him right on my chest and my life was forever changed. It's so strange and wonderful to finally see this little person you feel you already know so well. It's a combination of overwhelming relief, joy, and love. I never knew I could love someone so much. I mean I'm totally in love with my husband but my love for my son is different. I had to get some stitches, which weren't as bad as I thought they would be, and by 7am I was moved to my recovery room. Now I know that my story is not the norm and that most woman have much longer labor and deliveries than that but I think we can all agree that no matter how bad it is, or how much it hurts, it's SO worth it in the end.
This is just moments after Jackson was born. My friend Judy (She's a nurse and has worked with my Dr. in the delivery room before) has always said that my Dr. has an uncanny way of being within a couple ounces when he holds a new baby and guesses the weight. He only held Jackson for a second before they put him on my chest but he was off by almost a pound. This was him holding Jackson again because he was so surprised by how much he weighed:)
Daddy holding our "preemie". I had prepared myself for a BIG baby so it was a nice surprise to end up with a 7lb 15oz peanut. I know that seems big to most people but imagine if I had gone to 38 or 40 weeks. He would have been HUGE. I thank God everyday for blessing me with such a great labor and delivery and a perfectly healthy baby boy.
So as my second baby boys delivery day draws near, I pray what I prayed when I was pregnant with Jackson. That this baby will choose his birth day, if at all possible for me to have another quick and easy delivery, that he will arrive safe and sound, and not be too big of a baby:)
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