Well we have a son.
He's adorable, of course, and also not as good as his sister. :) Libby was incredibly easy as a baby. This guy . . . he's sweet. He is such a mama's boy. He LOVES to be held. And by loves to be held I mean won't sleep at night because I put him down in his Moses basket. I haven't slept the last 2 nights. Fun times.
He really is precious, and I don't completely hate that he wants me to hold him . . . just at night.
So baby #2 . . . not the same as baby #1.
Labor was different. Delivery was different. Baby is different. Who knew?!
My labor was MUCH faster this time. 12 hours, compared to 34. It was fabulous. Apparently I did a good job. When people tell me I'm doing well during labor I assume they are just saying that so I don't quit, but they seem to really mean it. I was much more relaxed this time around and labored mostly at home. Libby even helped me. My mother and sister were there to help when things got harder. I didn't let Sean come home from work until I was ready to shower and go to the hospital.
We got there 2:15pm ish and I was 6 centimeters. I labored for a while and made it clear I wanted the intrathecal, but they weren't too thrilled about that. They were saying I might not get it which really worried me. I was doing really well, but I couldn't stop thinking about my hard labor with Libby. During her labor the contractions were back to back horrible and I was progressing slowly. I don't know why I didn't stop to think about how fast things were going and how it was already so different. But I was scared that I had hours of back to back contractions ahead of me so I insisted. Well they broke my water, gave me the intrathecal, and then I had a baby. Lol. Waste of drugs for sure . . . my doctor told me I would feel the contraction after the drugs but then they would get better . . . well the 2nd one came with an urge to push. So much for drugs! I did it. Had I only listened to their advice. I guess they know what they are talking about and see a few more labors than I do . . . Proud of myself though. I didn't think I had it in me to labor without drugs, but apparently I do.
Well delivering was quite different too. After the intrathecal of drugs I never had the time to actually enjoy . . . Ben's heart rate dropped. They couldn't hear it at all. They threw oxygen on my face and were turning me from side to side trying to find it. I was bawling my eyes out thinking the worst. I was ready to be rushed out for an emergency c-section. But after a couple minutes (felt like hours) his heart rate went back to normal. Scariest thing ever. I just wanted my baby . . .
I had an epidural with Libby so I never had experienced the urge to push. Urge isn't really a good word for it. Your body kind of takes over and you have to intentionally not push. I imagined it would be the other way around. I was like, oh m g, I'm going to push out this baby now! Ha . . . well Ben was sunny side up (which explains why my labor was felt mostly in my back) and so the doctor wanted to turn him head down. So I pushed while his hand was up in my business turning Ben. Took a few minutes to accomplish and then the urge to push was uncontrollable. And of course they weren't ready. So they are telling me not to push while they scramble to get things ready to actually deliver the baby . . . I tried I swear I did . . . but mostly my body pushed. Well the cord was wrapped around Ben's neck after the spin so they had to cut it while he was still inside me. Good times. So then I had to push hard and fast to get the poor guy out. No problem there. Ben came into this world a little blueberry. :)
When Libby was born I was asked what gender she was and then held her and cried. It was beautiful. When Ben was born the only thing going through my mind was his health. They told me he would be taken to the table first for suctioning, because he had also pooped in me, so they wanted to get that out of his nose before it went in his lungs. Which they also told me would probably happen because babies so quickly breath in. Anyway, no infection from that thankfully. :) So a couple minutes after he was taken to the table a nurse asked, "so what do you have?". I'm not even sure who answered that it was a boy. My thought process at that moment was "oh yeah, I didn't know the gender . . . ". Nothing mattered more than his health.
Then I got to hold him, beautiful, blue, and bawling. Oh the poor little guy. He was starting to turn pink when they took him again to wash and warm him up.
Then the drugs and exhaustion hit me. I was so out of it. I struggled to stay awake really. They wanted me to shower, and I wasn't about to stand for anyone. Thankfully they realized that when they took me to pee. I hardly made it even with support. They kept me in the room for a while so I could regain strength. Then I was wheel chaired to my recovery room.
I took full advantage of the nurses this time around. They got to change him and keep him while I slept. It was nice. :) But 24 hours later we went home. Home is nicer. Except when nurses don't come at night to take him. :(
He's amazing, and Libby adores him. She loves to give him kisses all day. He's a good looking boy. He has my big nose. :( Sean's small ears. My long toes. Looks more like my side of the family though. I love him. He's waking up from a not so long nap.
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