He came on Thursday, October 20th (at 39weeks and 5 days) and weighs in at a whopping (for me) 7lbs 11oz. Oh, and a very short 18.5 inches.
He is totally adorable and looks nothing like my other son (who was also totally adorable). Look at all that thick black hair – quite a surprise!
His labor was a dream, I couldn’t have asked for a better one. I have to admit that I was expecting another doozy of a labor after Elijah’s birth, which was still fresh in my mind as it was only 19 short months ago.
Not so…thank goodness!
Here is a quick synopsis – (okay, it’s not that quick…)
Adam and I woke up (haha, I meant “were awakened by a cranky toddler”) at 6:30 on Thursday morning. I got up and immediately noticed that I was losing my mucus plug. It makes me cringe typing out that word to post on my blog cause it sounds so gross and inappropriate, but I don’t know how to make it sound pleasant -so yeah, mucus plug. Ick. Anyway, about 8am I started having contractions. I’d been having them for weeks, but these were different. These started in my back and HURT. The timing on starting labor could’t have been more perfect. I had been so worried because we are about 1 1/2 – 2 hours away from the hospital, and share one car, and had to drop the toddler off at my parents….blah, blah, blah, lot’s of stuff that could have been stressful. But this was perfect. Adam had school that day and didn’t go in until noon, so he was home. I already had a doctors appointment at 11:30 that day and had all my bags packed and ready to go just in case. I had already planned with my mom to drop Elijah off at her house. I had even washed the dog the night before. AND had gotten a full nights sleep.
I told the husband that I wanted him to skip school to come with me to my appointment, so we all got dressed and headed to my parents house. When we got there at about 10:30 my contractions were seven minutes apart (and getting more painful). I called my midwife and told them I was in labor and didn’t want to come in yet – they were just going to tell me I was in early labor and send me home. They said just to come in when I was ready. Here I am at my parents house, in labor…
About 1:30 my contractions were 5 minutes apart and we decided to leave. We got to the midwife’s office, she checked me and said I was at a four. Four! I was so glad to hear that, with Elijah it took me 30 hours of labor to get to a four. (More on that later). We walked across to the hospital and got all checked in (around 3:00) and my contractions were about three minutes apart. They were all in my back too, because the baby was transverse. Fun stuff. I knew I wanted an epidural, but I wanted to make sure things were progressing along really well before I got one. At 4:30 I could take it anymore. I was checked again and at a six so I decided it was time for some pain relief. I asked for a mild epidural, one where I could still feel my contractions, but they wouldn’t be painful. The anesthesiologist was awesome and did just that. It was great…I felt like a million bucks, lol. At that point Adam and I settled in for a long night and decided to watch some TV shows online…The Office, Up All Night, Modern Family, The Middle…
Really, I’m not kidding, I was expecting a long labor.
About 7:30 (I think?), My midwife came back and checked me again. I was an eight, so she decided to break my water. She broke it and immediately I felt weird. I told her something was wrong…she checked me again and said “oh, you went right to a ten…time to push!”
Three sets of pushes later and the kid came flying out. Seriously, it was so easy.
Adam even got to deliver him, which was very cool. And of course, we didn’t know the gender…I was expecting a boy though, and was right again!
I still cannot get over his hair….
My two little men, who don’t even look related….
Sweet kisses (Even though he had to be bribed into taking this picture)…