O’s Birth Story

Our youngest little monster turned 6 months old yesterday. I can’t hardly believe he’s been part of our daily lives for that long. He was the missing piece we didn’t know we needed.

And so (finally), I’d like to share his birth story as written a few weeks after his birth.

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Our littlest love has arrived!

Owen Nicholas was born on his due date, Thursday February 16th at 7:55p, weighing in at 8.6 lbs and 19.6″ long.

I woke up at 6am the morning of the 16th to pee and my water broke just as I was about to get out of bed. I rushed to the bathroom to make sure it wasn’t a false alarm. It wasn’t and I totally did a happy dance because I had gone into labor naturally instead of being induced (the next day) which was my fear.

I woke up the Husband (who decided to take the day off, just in case) to let him know and told him we can take our time as I wasn’t feeling any major contractions just yet. So, we went about our morning routine. I took a shower, got dressed, put makeup on, made breakfast for everyone and grabbed my hospital bag.

We loaded up my car and dropped off our eldest C at school. Next we headed to my IL’s house to drop off L. We told them we’d keep them updated as things progressed and then headed to the hospital.

After getting checked in to Labor and Delivery, we settled into the birthing room and the nurse checked me. I was only 3cm dilated and my cervix was high and thick so she started me on a very low dose of pitocin. By then I was getting mild contractions but none were painful.

The pitocin worked to jump start my labor. The nurse mentioned how sensitive my body was to it as it was only about a 2ml dose. I was getting frequent contractions as morning turned into afternoon. I breathed through them and was still able to eat a light lunch and hold a conversation as they occurred.

By 1p I decided to stand up, pace the floor and sway back and forth to help alleviate the pain and get baby down lower. My nurse came in at 230p to let me know the anesthesiologist was about to start on a c-section patient and I wouldn’t be able to get an epidural for another hour. Not the best news but, at that point I was managing my pain well so I didn’t mind waiting a bit.

Once 330p rolled around my nurse came in with the anesthesiologist and they began setting up for the procedure. Having gone through this twice before I knew what to expect but, I couldn’t help but feel a little nervous. Thankfully, the doctor was quick and efficient. He talked me through what he was doing and it helped knowing what I was about to feel etc.

Once the epidural was in, I was checked and unfortunately was still at 4cm. I laid on my side and my pitocin was increased a bit to help my labor along.

At about 7p I started feeling my contractions again, this time with pressure. I knew I was getting close because the contractions were getting closer and pressure was building up. At this time there was a shift change so a new nurse came in to introduce herself to us. She asked me how I was feeling and I told her it was almost time. She quickly got everything in the room ready to go; the baby station, instruments etc. She also got info on my OB and it turns out she was wrapping up a c-section so she’d be on her way over to me soon.

I didn’t expect my OB to deliver O since C and L were delivered by an on call OB (both were born on a weekend), but it happened to work out that way. I came in toward the end of her shift but she stayed just so she could deliver O. It was definitely reassuring and very sweet.

By 745p everything and everyone was ready to go. My nurse and OB coached me through what I had to do while the Husband held my hand (and my left leg up, ha). I pushed for about two minutes and then O was born! The nurse immediately put him on my chest for ‘skin to skin’. Getting to hold our brand new baby for ‘golden hour’ is one of the best feelings, ever.

We were all shocked at how quickly it all happened. What truly surprised me was the fact that I didn’t need a episiotomy this time around. That was a relief as my recovery would be much easier. O latched during our golden hour and I’ve been exclusively breastfeeding him since!

I cannot express the love I have for him. Our hearts have expanded ten-fold now that we are a family of five.

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Seven

Tomorrow is C’s 7th birthday.

SEVEN!

I could go on and on about how time flies, how he’s still my baby, my first little monster, the one who made me a mom and how I wish he wouldn’t grow up so fast…

The fact is, he IS growing up. Right before our eyes he went from baby, to toddler, to big brother and a big kid. He’s becoming his own person. He’s discovering his likes and dislikes, who he is and where he fits in the world. He’s incredibly smart and silly, sensitive and sweet. He’s also very inquisitive, full of energy and a great big brother. I love to see his face light up when he’s happy or excited. Or when he laughs out loud while playing a game, reading or watching a movie.

He can push our buttons sometimes and in some ways he’s can still be a ‘baby’ but, it’s all a part of learning and growing up. Hell, WE are still learning how to navigate this whole parenting thing. It’s not easy. We’ve second guessed ourselves a lot and it requires so much patience (SO MUCH!). Honestly, we just don’t want to mess him/them up. I figure as long as we do the best we can to teach, to encourage, to support and show him how much he’s loved (because he’s so very loved), then everything will be ok.

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On Being Pregnant

This will be my first pregnancy update for this site. I didn’t have a (public) blog for my last two pregnancies so I utilized FB and IG for quick updates and belly/bump photos. I figured since this will be our last baby I should at least write something about it here.

 

First of all, a little background…

I’m one of those crazy (lucky?) women who enjoy being pregnant. No, I’m serious!

With my first (C), my whole pregnancy was complication free. I felt great, was able to get around and didn’t have too many issues toward the end of it. It was truly empowering witnessing for the first time how my body changed, how my belly grew and provided for/nurtured another human.

His birth was an experience! At 37 weeks I was fully expecting to go past my due date because everyone and their uncle said FTMs are always overdue. BS! At 37.2 weeks, just like in the movies, my water broke in the middle of the night. Not with a trickle but with a gush! Since I wasn’t feeling any pain/contractions I was able to shower and get myself ready (yes, I even put makeup on ha).

My labor lasted for about 21 hours, with an epidural and pitocin, as it stalled mid-way. Pushing for 2 hours was beyond exhausting, but he was eventually born (with help from a vacuum). He was perfect and all ours.

As a first time mom, it forever changed me as a person. I never felt more proud of myself and appreciative of my body. Knowing I was capable of carrying and giving birth was amazing. I felt so in tune with myself and my body. Wholly goddess-like!

With my last pregnancy and being of advanced maternal age at 35 years old (insert eye roll here), there were more tests and possible issues to watch out for. My pregnancy with L was a surprise as it had been 4.5 years since C was born. We figured we were destined to only have one child (despite trying on and off and suffering through multiple miscarriages).

My experience was much different this time around. While I felt pretty good overall, I was diagnosed with GD at around 34 weeks. It definitely put a damper on my/our excitement for a bit. Thankfully, I was able to control it via diet and increased excerise (walking and prenatal yoga). I didn’t enjoy having to be mindful of what I ate, logging it and pricking my fingers but after a while it became routine and sort of like a weird science experiment.

Thankfully, the rest of my pregnancy with him was great. I enjoyed prenatal yoga so much as it helped me focus on the bigger picture instead of dwelling on the fact I couldn’t indulge as much as I wanted.

L’s labor and delivery could not have been more easy. Instead of a dramatic start like his big brother, I spent the first 6 hours of labor at home. Contractions started around midnight and naturally I couldn’t sleep. Not because they were bad but, because I was excited. I was breathing through contractions, channeling zen through each wave and managing it well. I was even able to shower, put on makeup (ha!) and gather last minute items for my hospital bag.

Once the contractions increased in intensity and frequency I woke up the Husband and told him it was time. I also told him to not rush since I was still able to talk through the contractions. Once we finally made our way to the hospital (after dropping off C at the ILs), I was admitted and we sat around waiting for full dilation. Once that happened, all it took was 3 big pushes and L was born; perfect as can be.

I was shocked at how quick it all went down as C’s delivery seemed to take forever. Perhaps it was me being more relaxed and knowing what to expect that helped? In any case, I was thankful for another positive birth experience.

 

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And so, here I am at 35 weeks pregnant with our littlest, baby O. I feel good. No swelling, blood pressure is normal, weight gain minimal, baby is growing on schedule. While I have more on my plate this time around (having to care for a 6 year old and an almost 17 month old) I’m surprisingly still full of energy. It must be a super power moms have; to be able to get shit done while it seems like anything and everything is going haywire – we’re just awesome that way.

I’ll be 38 in a couple weeks and I never ever thought I’d be pregnant at 37/38, let alone have 3 kids, ha. Sure my “old age” means I have to do twice weekly NST (non-stress tests) but it’s a minor inconvenience. Plus, I only have 5 weeks left.

Fortunately (and surprisingly!) this time around I don’t have GD. Usually if you have it with one pregnancy you’re more likely to have with your consecutive pregnancies. I was quite relieved and thrilled when I was told I passed the dreaded glucose test(s). Sure I can have all the carbs and sugar I want but I still try to make healthy choices especially since I’m still breastfeeding L.

That’s the other thing, my new goal is to breastfeed L and the new baby. Tandem breastfeeding isn’t too common but it can be done. I definitely want to BF both as long as possible. I feel so fortunate to have reached my goal (last year) to exclusively BF L for over a year. He took to it like a pro right off the bat and we didn’t have any major issues. Sure, he was attached to me seemingly 24/7 (he still is! lol), but the benefits for us far outweigh the minor inconveniences. I’ve also have become way more comfortable with BFing in public. I’ve done it pretty much everywhere (restaurants, malls, stores, Knotts Berry Farm, during his and my doctor appointments etc.) because it so much easier to whip out my boob than carrying around bottles and such.

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We’re waiting patiently for baby O’s arrival. It’s all up in the air as to when he’ll make his debut but I’m hoping he’ll take after his brothers and take it easy on me and his Dad during delivery. He’s our surprise baby and will most likely be the Aquarius (like me and the Husband!) to balance out our fiery Leo boys.

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