Monthly Archives: September 2012
Sorry I’ve been absent for a while. I’ve had a really good reason. My son Louis was born on 9-12-12 at 2:57 PM. He came into this world weighing 6 pounds, 14 ounces, and measuring 20 inches long. He is perfect in every way and looks just like his daddy.
My contractions started on Tuesday morning around 4:30 AM and progressively got stronger and more frequent throughout the day. I spent that whole day at work, not wanting to waist a sick day if it turned out to be false labor. Around 9:00 that same night, my contractions were less than ten minutes apart and lasted for more than a minute each. We headed to the hospital, only to be sent home two hours later.
At 2:00 AM (Tuesday night/Wednesday morning) I woke with really sharp pains in my lower abdomen and spent about 20 minutes doubled over on the bathroom floor before I was able to wake my husband. We headed to the hospital once more and spent three hours in triage while the L&D nurse talked my doctor into admitting me. The contractions were extremely painful and I kept thinking, “if it feels like this now, how much worse will it feel later?”
After being settled into our LDR room (labor, delivery, & recovery) I let my husband talk me into having an epidural. Quite honestly, I’m glad I did because the pain was so frequent and so strong there was no way I’d have gotten any sleep. Around 2:15 in the afternoon I noticed I was feeling contractions through the relief of the epidural. When nausea accompanied the contractions, I paged the nurse. She did her exam and in surprise said, “Wow, you’re at 10 cm, 100%, and your baby is right there. You’re not going to be pushing long at all.” In essence, my baby was arriving very soon.
The doctor and delivery staff were called in and I began to push with the next contraction. I pushed for a grand total of 20 minutes before the baby was born in one final push (completely unheard of for a first baby/mom). He popped out like a cannon ball, catching even the doctor off guard as he landed in her arms. Normally, a second push is required to free the baby from the shoulders down. Not with my little man, he came completely out in one big push.
He is the most beautiful thing I have ever seen in my entire life. He looks just like his daddy too. They kept us in the hospital for 3 days because they had to keep an eye on my stitches (my skin tore during the final push). My husband’s parents came to visit every day we were there and tried to follow us home when we were discharged. Thankfully, my husband put his foot down and made them go to their own home.
Louis is so adorable and I love him to pieces. I’m so excited to be his mommy and watch him grow throughout life.
Well, it looks like another day of playing the waiting game with this baby. After nesting too much Friday and Saturday, I tried to take it easy on Sunday like I was told to. It was very difficult. All I wanted to do was rearrange the entire house.
My husband and I were hoping the baby would arrive on Saturday, in remembrance of the baby we lost last year. Baby boy seems to have other plans though.
So on my relaxing Sunday I made this cute little hat for the baby and started another one I’ll get finished tonight. It is a crochet pattern I got off Ravelry and although I can’t remember the user who posted it, the pattern is called Fuzzy Bear Hat. I can’t wait to take baby’s first photos in it.
I’ve come to the realization that I could be having this baby any day now. And I still have so much to do. At this point though, I don’t really care about what’s left to do and I just want to hold my baby for the first time. He’s not due until the 15th, but I’ve started to have more intense Braxton Hicks contractions and backaches, as well as a few other signs that labor is on it’s way. Its just a matter of “waiting for the door to open.”
I do think little man will arrive sooner rather than later, not just because of the signs my body is giving me, but because my dogs were extra clingy today. Koufax and Reba would not leave my side this morning, not even for their breakfast. So even they know we’re getting close. In all honesty, while I think it would be cool for us to share a birthday (Sept. 14th) I think it would be really special if he were born tomorrow on the 8th because the anniversary of when we first saw baby Alex’s heartbeat before she passed away last October. Its as if it would be a sign from my baby girl that she is watching over us.