Three months ago (OMG time has flown), we were blessed with our second little bundle of joy, Freddie! Overall, his birth was much less eventful than Kenny's (read that story here), but definitely challenging in its own way!
We'd celebrated Halloween with my parents, taking Kenny to trick-or-treat at their house. Of course, that meant he wanted to spend the night with them! He spent one night just about every week at their house during my pregnancy, to give us a chance to rest and clean the house as we prepped for the new baby. It's a good thing that Kenny was with my parents, because the next morning I started to feel contractions. I started tracking them, because at 38 weeks I know there was a chance that they were Braxton-Hicks. But these were persistent, and none of the usual tricks to get them to stop worked! I told Dan, and we hunkered down at home to wait for them to get closer together.
This was definitely more challenging than with Kenny, because I was induced for my first pregnancy. Every contraction happened at the hospital, and I was able to get the epidural started well before they became very painful, so I'd never really experienced the "real deal" painful contractions. Honestly, the worst I'd had the first go-round felt like painful cramping.
Around 9pm, I told Dan that I wanted to go to the hospital. My contractions were about 10 minutes apart, and they were starting to hurt. But when I got to the hospital, the contractions were close enough together for them to want to keep me there. They encouraged us to go home and labor for longer. Ugh! It was frustrating.
I spent the rest of the night on an exercise ball that my Mom had brought over, watching Band of Brothers on TV as I moaned and endured more and more painful contractions. The nurse had told me to come back when they were consistently 3 minutes apart, but around 3am (at 5 minutes apart) I told Dan they were too painful and I wanted to go back to the hospital. By the time we got checked, I was 5cm dilated and they were ready to move me to a delivery room! Yay!
Even though I'd progressed quickly during the night, I stalled out a bit that morning. This gave us time to get my epidural going (thank goodness), and the doctor broke my water in anticipation of some pitocin to speed things along. Well, breaking my water did the trick! By the time she checked me next, I was fully dilated and ready to push. Baby was sunny side up (face up) but ended up turning last-minute after half an hour of pushing. And then he was here!
Kenny has embraced his role as older brother. Our lives are louder, messier, and more exhausting, but we're really happy we added this little guy to the mix!
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