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Wrapping up my pregnancy series. I wanted to take a picture with him around three days old but I was just too exhausted to set everything up. I did manage to take a few on his two week birthday and I’m glad I did because he already seems bigger to me. Now I’m going to put all 36 photos in a book for him, and get my finished tutorial on these up before it arrives!

Read Part 1 here

My water didn’t break before it was time for another cervix check by Nurse Gentle Fingers. I hoped this check wouldn’t hurt as much as last time. She said she’d wait until my contraction was over before checking. That didn’t help.

Again she wiggled her fingers up and around and she told me it felt like there was a little change, but my cervix was “weird” so she called another nurse to check.

Thankfully this nurse was more gentle, and she seemed to know more about “strange cervixes.”

“That’s her bulging bag of waters,” the second nurse told my first. “And yes, she seems about four centimeters but we can’t feel the other side because of the bag of waters so we’ll say four for now.”

Just four centimeters? Really? And I was in so much pain. I felt like the biggest wimp. Last time I had made it to five centimeters on pitocin, and my water broke on its own before I requested the epidural. I thought maybe I could try without one this time, but I quickly changed my mind.

“Can I get my epidural now?” I asked.

The nurses checked in with the OB on call and let me know where we now stood. I was to be admitted officially (YES!) but the doctor wanted to wait until I had more cervical dilation before I got my epidural (NO!).

They told me they could give me some other pain medication in my IV. I was hesitant at first because I had some during my labor with my daughter and I didn’t like the drunken feeling it gave me. At least that’s what I assume being drunk felt like. I still felt the contractions but just felt dizzy on top of things.

I didn’t deny the narcotics this time though because #1: The name of it was different than the drug I had last time. I don’t remember what it was but I know it started with an “F” and what I had last time was like Stadol or Demerol, something like that. And #2: I was willing to try anything that was said to “take the edge off” at this point.

It was 5:15 at this point. We had been at the hospital three hours. I told my husband he could take our daughter down to our friend’s house now since the baby’s arrival wasn’t imminent. I texted him and let him know I was getting some pain medication and that I was going to try to rest.

Surprisingly the medication worked really well for me. It did make me feel slightly loopy but I was able to completely relax between contractions, and handle them better every time one came on. When my nurse came in to check on me I told her it was working well, and I thanked her.

I slept between contractions and got some rest. My husband made it back and also tried to get some sleep.

The next hour flew by. I hardly noticed when the doctor came in to check on me. I thought for sure I hadn’t made much progress.

“I’m such a wimp,” I told her as she went to check my dilation. “I was already asking for an epidural at only four centimeters.”

“Oh, you can never call yourself a wimp when you’re in labor” she told me. The nurses agreed.

“Ok, so yes, that’s your bulging bag of water right there,” she told me, her hands were much MUCH gentler than the nurses. “And you’re seven centimeters dilated.”

What?! Seriously? I’m already seven centimeters? I progressed three centimeters in an hour? I couldn’t believe it.

“So, can I have my epidural now?” Was my next question.

“Yes, we’ll go ahead and put in the order for your epidural.”

I texted my photographer to come back, my friend’s watching my little girl, updated my Facebook page, twitter, and so on. I was SO excited to be in the homestretch.

When the OB left and the nurse prepped me for the epidural and asked if I really wanted the epidural.

“You’re updating Facebook at seven centimeters and you seem very calm, are you sure you want an epidural? I think you could go the whole way.”

I contemplated that for a moment. Just three more centimeters to go. Could I do this? I could do this. Maybe. But then I remembered one thing I was pretty sure I didn’t want to experience.

“I’d rather not know what the ring of fire feels like. I’m sure.”

I still thought about it while waiting for the anesthesiologist. I felt a lot better with the narcotic. I wasn’t sure how long I could keep using it before delivering, but maybe I could push through so I could say I did it. And what if this was my last baby? Would I want to experience a natural delivery?

Ultimately I decided I wasn’t in the right mindset to truly enjoy whatever may come from a delivering without an epidural. It honestly wasn’t what I wanted and I didn’t feel I’d be able to appreciate it if I wasn’t what I was gunning for.

My anesthesiologist arrived; it was a woman this time. She was nice and gave me instructions for sitting still while I got stuck with the needle. My quirky nurse was a tremendous help bracing me while they stuck stuff down my spine. I tried not to think about it so I wouldn’t get queasy.

Once the epidural set in I was ready to go. I asked my husband for my makeup and finished what I didn’t get a chance to do at home.

My OB arrived around 7am and checked on me. I was about 7-8cm dilated. She said she could break my water but said things would probably move really fast after. Another doctor had requested her help for a complicated surgery so she said she could come back and break my water after that, so she wouldn’t chance missing my birth. I was fine with that.

My photographer arrived and we chatted for a bit before I got really sleepy and she told me to get some sleep.

An hour or so later my OB checked me again and I was 8cm dilated. She broke my water and I was glad I had my epidural. I knew things would get more intense now.

The water was clear, which was a relief since there was a lot of meconium in my fluid with my daughter. NICU personnel was on standby at her birth in case she wasn’t breathing when she came out. This time I expected things to be much less dramatic.

*Hoping baby and big sis will give me a chance to wrap this up tomorrow!*

I’m so incredibly blessed to have my new beautiful baby boy. He’s just a week old and he’s already stolen my heart. Thank you so much for your sweet comments, messages, and congratulations. I’m so thankful.

Luckily, Big T sleeps very well, or rather, more than I was expecting. So I’ve been able to sleep in with him in the mornings and stay up late before his first night feeding to write some.

I wanted to write his birth story as quickly as I could, while the details are still fresh. Luckily this time I also have pictures to go with it. The ones I’m including are by Jackie Willome Photography, and PG/HA (husband-approved). Even though he’s a little boy and I think girls are more into this kind of stuff, I hope one day he or his wife (What am I talking about? He’s never getting married!), or some descendant of mine can enjoy reading this. And everyone else… Well, some people find birth stories entertaining, so if they don’t gross you out, and you’ve been following along in my journey, enjoy!

When I realized how long it was getting I decided to break it up into parts.

Part 1: Am I seriously in labor?

I had been having consistent contractions on and off for weeks. Not the Braxton Hicks “oh I think I feel my stomach getting hard” but slight pain (maybe a 2 or 3 on a scale of 1-10). I kept going to work days after my due date because what else was I going to do?

I received shocked glances and questions Wednesday and Thursday (my Monday and Tuesday) as I wrapped up my emails and tied loose ends before maternity leave. I said my goodbyes Thursday afternoon, already three days past my due date; but told everyone not to be surprised if I was there again the next morning.

I went straight from work to a doctor’s appointment. I had an ultrasound scheduled to check amniotic fluid levels and the placenta. My husband and Lil’ J met me there. Baby was face down and pointed toward my spine (locked and loaded in the birthing position) so we didn’t get to see his/her face. My doctor didn’t ask for any sizing measurements but I guessed I was having another big one.

Everything looked good and we went up to meet my OB. She checked my cervix and said I was 3-4 centimeters dilated. I was ecstatic. While up in there she asked if I wanted my membranes swept to get labor going, but we declined since my mom wasn’t going to be in town until Saturday morning. I was hoping to hold out until then. Key word hoping. We scheduled an induction for Monday. I’d be 41 weeks.

I felt some contractions on my way home but nothing more severe than what I had felt lately. Still, I had a feeling I’d better take my 40-week pregnancy photo just in case I wasn’t pregnant the next day.

I changed into a dress, and thought how I could wrap up my pregnancy documentation in a cute way. The first week I took photos, I took each of them at different distances so you could see the words “pregnant” on my ClearBlue test. I wanted to do something similar, so I hand wrote Little Leechie an eviction letter. I couldn’t make it as long and elaborate as my usual weekly letters since my font had to be somewhat large, so I kept it short and sweet then snapped away expressing my final declaration of excitement for meeting him/her.

I was a little sad thinking this could be my last pregnancy photo—Maybe ever!—But so excited to be meeting my baby soon.

Later that night I worked on editing that photo and writing a blog post to go with it. I also wrote a post for BabyCenter about still being pregnant and being ok with it this time around. I started feeling contractions while writing, and texted my friends as well as my photographer telling them that that tonight could possibly, perhaps, maybe be the night.

I started timing them when I realized they were coming fairly frequently and getting more intense. —Maybe a 4 on my pain scale. When I noticed I had about eight or nine in an hour I decided to take a break from writing to let my husband know we may need to go to the hospital that night. He was surprised to say the least. I told him not to worry, to go back to sleep and that I’d wake him if things got more intense. Secretly I was hoping my noticed freaked him out just a little bit, even if nothing was going to happen tonight.

I went back to writing and kept texting my friends. Since I was writing and talking, getting my posts published wasn’t as quick of a process as it normally was. I finally went to bed a little before midnight. If I was going to have this baby soon I should try to get some rest.

Contractions slowed down and were coming every 10-15 minutes, so I stopped timing and went to sleep.

I woke up again a little after 1a.m. when I noticed my contractions coming on much stronger. I couldn’t sleep through them and they were very uncomfortable. —Probably a 6 on my pain scale. I pulled out my phone and timed a few, they were coming every five minutes or less and lasting for over a minute.

I drank some water and breathed through contractions in bed. When I couldn’t take that anymore I got up and went to the bathroom. My body seemed to kick it up a notch again and contractions came quicker—About ever three minutes.

“Babe!” I yelled to my husband from the bathroom. “I think we need to go to the hospital.”

“Really?” He jumped up. “Ok, I’ll get [our daughter] ready. Do you think you waited too long?”

“I don’t know, maybe,” I told him.

Until now my contractions didn’t feel anything like they did when I was induced with my daughter. Regular contractions to me felt like a wave starting slow, peeking, then falling back down in intensity, while pitocin contractions felt more like a strong crash that stayed intense for the whole two minutes, and continued to hit over and over.

When I was induced I felt a lot of pressure on my cervix right before my water burst. I was feeling that same kind of pressure now in my bathroom. It hurt, and with how frequently my contractions were coming, I seriously thought I could be really close to having my baby.

I tried to stay calm and breathe through each one, and relish in how normal I felt between contractions.

I texted my friends a little after 1:30 and told them we were getting ready to leave, but probably going to go to the hospital before dropping our daughter off with one of them, just in case we didn’t have enough time. I also messaged my photographer.

Packing was easy. My husband grabbed my daughter’s new big sister outfit and I grabbed my little Push Pack—a pre-packed hospital bag. —And my camera bag.

One of my friends responded to my frantic texts “Exciting!!” And I replied, “Not really, I’m definitely in labor.”

As we got in the car Lil’ J was wide-awake and full of questions. I tried not to show her my discomfort when I was having a contraction but I told my husband sitting in the car while having one was the worst feeling ever.

“How often are you having them?” He asked me.

“About every three minutes,” I told him.

“Well I’ll just have to get you there before you have another.”

We live about 15 minutes from the hospital, so he was joking—I think. But he felt we had the ultimate excuse if we were pulled over. Thankfully he still got us all there safely, and we didn’t get pulled over.

Just as we were exiting toward the hospital someone—I can’t remember if it was my husband or my photographer—Asked if I had called the hospital. I found the number and let them know I was coming—Actually, I was there right now, and coming up the elevator. They asked if I had called my OB, and I realized I had no idea what I was doing.

When I was induced 10 days after my due date with my daughter, everything was planned. I walked in with rollers and makeup ready. Everyone knew I was coming because I had an appointment. I really didn’t think I’d go into labor naturally this time around either. This was totally new to me.

I hung up with the hospital and immediately called the on-call line at my OBs office, left a message and they called me right back. I wasn’t really worried about what anyone had to tell me about my contractions cause I knew I was in labor.

The nurses in the hallway welcomed me to labor and delivery and directed me to a room.

My husband parked and came upstairs with our daughter, and my hospital gown. I had more contractions while I was changing and tried my best to breathe through them.

Finally I was ready, I climbed into the bed and was ready to have this baby! The nurse put monitors on me to keep track of the baby’s heartbeat and my contractions. She mentioned them having wireless monitors so I kinda said “oh yea, I’d like that” so I could walk around, but I wasn’t too insistent since I was so sure my baby was on the verge of coming out.

So imagine my surprise when instead of hooking me up with an IV and asking if I’d like my epidural now, she starts asking me a million other questions about my health history. Things like “have you ever had thoughts of suicide?” or “What’s your highest level of education?” Really?

I had to ask… “So if a woman is in here and the baby’s head is coming out, do you still ask all of these questions?”

My nurse laughed and said they have to use their better judgment with situations like those. Apparently I wasn’t being obvious enough with my discomfort.

I will say though that my contractions definitely toned down in both intensity and frequency while I was going through my interrogation. I worried this would be a dreadful false alarm. I’d heard so much about them: Friends rushing to the hospital after having consistent contractions only to be sent home shortly after.

I’d definitely be embarrassed, and pretty pissed. Is this revenge for my eviction letter? Well played baby.

All of these thoughts ran through my mind as my nurse outlined our game plan.

“I’m going to check your cervix, then we’re going to call the doctor and see what she says. You’ll either stay, or go home, or she may have you wait another hour or so before we reevaluate.”

Awesome. So there’s a chance I could be going home after all of this?

Lil’ J was asking if I was done yet, my husband was doing his best to keep her entertained, and my sweet photographer was snapping away in the background.

The nurse came in with her rubber gloves and stuck the biggest fingers that have ever had the pleasure of checking me out up in my cervix.

I wasn’t sure if it was because I was maybe in the middle of a contraction, the fact that I had been in pain so long, or the sheer size of her hands, but that was the worst dilation check I had ever felt.

“Sorry, unfamiliar cervix,” she laughed.

Ya, ok. Thanks. I thought for sure she’d pull her hand out and say “well, you’re about six centimeters so we’re going to go ahead and admit you.”

She didn’t.

“What did your doctor say you were at today?”

“About 3-4 centimeters,” I told her.

“Yea, I’m gonna say you’re about the same.”

What? No. You can’t be serious.

I’d been having contractions almost all afternoon, and into the evening, and seriously intense ones for the last several hours, every few minutes and you’re going to tell me I haven’t progressed?

She called the on call doctor then came back and told me they weren’t going to admit me yet (really?) but to try to get some sleep cause I was gonna need it.

I was totally bummed out but glad I wasn’t going home yet. We turned out the lights, my photographer told me she’d be back, and we all laid down for a bit.

I couldn’t really sleep, neither could Lil’ J. She watched shows on my husband’s iPhone and ate ice cream. I guzzled water and got up to pee what felt like every five minutes.

Two hours seemed like an eternity, but my nurse said she wanted to try to wait the full two hours to give me the greatest chance for progress. Meanwhile I still felt the strange pressure pain every time I had a contraction. I thought my water would break at any moment and prayed it would.

Remember how I was up having contractions during my last post? Well, Leechie got the eviction notice and decided to start coming that night.

More on the birth story later but for now I’d like to introduce you to our new addition.

Born Friday April 5th at 9:38am weighing 9lbs 2oz, and 22in long.

Going forward he’ll be known as Big T here on my blog.

My birth photographer was amazing. I haven’t seen them all yet but from what I’ve seen I’m already blown away. Definitely worth it and the best push present ever. I can’t recommend her enough.

We are all in love with the little guy. Yes, little GUY! My gut feeling was right and I couldn’t be happier to have a son. Lil’ J still gets confused because she thought she was having a sister named Sanya (thanks to her dad) but we’re teaching her that it’s actually a brother and his name is Ty.

More coming soon!

Still no baby! It’s ok. I has a feeling my due date would come and go. But at least this time there’s some action going on contraction wise.

I celebrated my due date with a prenatal massage that may or may not help kick things into gear, and my mom and sisters arrive this Saturday. I’m really having fun relaxing these last few days and setting up the last bit of the nursery.

It dawned on me that this was my last Monday as a mom of one! By this time next week I’ll have a baby for sure, and be a mother of two. Talk about mind blowing!

Here’s last week’s photo. I’ll take my 40 week today hopefully. My feet are seriously that fat, and the photo is a little blurry cause it’s quite difficult to balance on one leg while nine months pregnant.

Cosmetic (yea they’re fake, but oh so stylish!) glasses: c/o 39DollarGlasses; Top: Uma Tunic c/o Yala Designs

My calls to the full moon didn’t help last night. I did feel some contractions that I’d rate maybe a 3 on a scale of 1-10 (compared to what I’d rate an 11 when I was on pitocin).  So more than Braxton Hicks, but definitely not full-blown labor.

It’s ok though because I was up anyway frantically trying to finish sewing Lil’ J’s Easter dress. If I had had the baby it wouldn’t be done. Lil’ J had an Easter egg hunt at school today, and it’s her last day, since she’ll be home with mommy and daddy during our maternity/paternity leaves, so I wanted her to have something special to wear.

I bought the pattern from Adelaide’s Boutique for anyone who’s wondering. I LOVE her dresses, and was so stoked when she released a pattern for the style I most often buy.

I was sewing pretty fast and in a groove but then I ran out of elastic thread right at the end, and couldn’t find the rest of it anywhere! I contemplated running to the store at what was 3am, but didn’t want to alarm my husband. So I found a dress I hadn’t finished yet and picked the elastic thread from that dress, to use on her Easter dress. It was a very annoying and tedious process that had me up until 5am! But it all was worth it this morning when she asked to see the dress I had been sewing and couldn’t wait to put it on.

It was kinda a bummer because it was on track to be the fastest I had ever sewn a full dress, and the first time I never needed to use a seam ripper for mistakes, and I ended up having to rip out multiple seams for the stupid thread. Anyway, it’s behind me, and I’m going to stock up on that stuff now.

Since the full moon has passed, and I saw that as my one opportunity to go into labor early, I’m no longer expecting it to happen… Ever. Or at least until I’m induced. But that’s ok. It’s a win win. My mom and little sisters will be coming to help with Lil’ J in a week, and if I’m going to be late, it’ll be nice to have them here. If I go into labor on my own, that’s ok too I guess.

For all of your procrastinators who still haven’t guessed on Leechie’s arrival date… I asked the good people over at WhatsInMyBelly.com to re-open the pool til Sunday night. So you have a couple more days to get your guess in and win $50 if you’re the closest.

If you don’t want to sign up on the site but still want to enter, just write your guess in the comments including your guess for 1. baby’s gender 2. birth date/time 3. birth weight 4. birth length 5. hair color 6. eye color. I’ll enter your guess for you.

And here’s last week’s photo. I’m almost completely caught up on editing these. Finally, right here at the end. I can’t wait to meet this kid!

Whelp, it’s a full moon tonight, so if any night is a night to have a baby a little early you’d think maybe it’ll be tonight, right? A friend of mine had mentioned the full moon the other day and it’s had me dreaming about it since. My standing outside at night, willing the gravity of the moon to send me into labor.

It didn’t even work in my dreams so I’m not counting on being so lucky tonight, but we’ll see. Although my due date is Monday I’ve mentally set it for a week from Monday so I’m not disappointed… And so I can keep procrastinating the stuff I still need to get done.

Here’s another pregnancy update letter from a couple weeks ago. Almost caught up on sharing these things!

The countdown continues. And to be honest it really doesn’t feel like I’m so close to having a baby. I mean, the huge stomach, occasional contractions and uncomfortable pressure in my groin does remind me, but it’s really weird to think I’m having this baby at any moment… At the latest, in just under two weeks.

I haven’t had much progress as far as dilation or thinning out. Stupid cervix. But I know that can change whenever.

Lil’ J is getting extra excited about the baby, asking about my doctor’s appointments, if I’m “checking on the baby,” and she just loves lifting my shirt up and looking at my belly, talking to the baby, singing to the baby. I think she is going to be a spectacular big sister.

Here’s a slight blast from the past, a few weeks back. Lil’ J wanted to be in the photo with the baby. And she wanted to accessorize us with princess crowns. I told you my yoga pants made a return. I’ve basically had a pair on every day the last 3 weeks.

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