It is hard to believe that our baby boy is three weeks old already! Time is passing us by quickly, though we’re feeling quite sleep deprived. James, like Jonathan, is having some serious sleep issues. His days and nights are reversed, he has reflux that we’re trying to get controlled, newborn gas issues, and he hates to sleep in his bed. I know we’ll get everything under control at some point, but while we’re trying to function on little sleep, we also have a toddler to contend with!
I want to take a few moments to document James’s arrival here in the world so I don’t forget the quick little details (he was a speedy one!), and of course for all the birth story junkies out there who love to read this stuff.
On Saturday evening, November 16, our
kitchen house was a mess, but that is (and was) the norm around here since we’ve still not settled in to our new house. I was sitting on the couch when I noticed Joe cleaning the kitchen. I jokingly asked him if we were going to be having a baby soon since he appeared to be nesting! We laughed it off and later went to bed.
Around 1:30 am I woke up, having to go to the bathroom, when I felt a fairly decent contraction. I laughed because the same thing happened at 1:30 am with Jonathan. I decided to grab my phone to time things if there was another contraction, before waking Joe. After the third or fourth contraction, we were about 3 1/2 minutes apart, and they were lasting about 35 seconds in length. Knowing I had a fast labor with Jonathan, I didn’t want to wait around this time, so I woke Joe up and texted my sister.
I REALLY wanted to take a shower, but the contractions were coming faster and more intense. So we packed our bags, I organized my fridge a little (didn’t want to let the meat I just bought go bad!), and waited for my sister & niece to come over. The hospital was much closer this time around, and being the middle of the night, we didn’t have much traffic to contend with.
We arrived in the maternity area right at 3:00. My nurse took us to the L&D room and got us set up. I am pretty certain she was a new nurse, who didn’t have her feet fully grounded. She made me lie in the bed. First she checked to find that I was only dilated to 4cm. I wanted to cry. With Jonathan I arrived at the hospital and was 9.5cm, so I feared it would be a long labor, in a very uncomfortable environment. The nurse made me continue to lie in bed, which that didn’t work too well since I have a lot of (pregnancy related) back problems. Joe finally told her I had to stand up. Between contractions she tried her hardest to find the fetal heart rate, but struggled. Each time she’d find it and need to put the monitor on, I’d have an intense contraction, have to bend further over, and she’d lose it. This became annoying.
Eventually the nurse gave up (temporarily) on getting the fetal heart rate monitor on. The doctor arrived and checked me. I was 6cm. He offered to break my water, but we declined. We wanted my body to do things naturally, and not risk potentially slowing things down or getting infection. I got back out of bed to deal with my contractions, and the nurse attempted to get an IV started in my hands. This was the only time I cried. She struggled with both hands and I eventually told her she had to stop. My only other option was to get a shot of Pitocin after delivery. Bring on the shot! I would rather have a shot any day than to be hooked up to an IV!
We then had to resume getting the fetal heart rate monitor attached. Ugh! Thankfully Joe was able to deeply massage my back during the contractions. They were rapid and PAINFUL! Eventually the nurse figured things out, but barely. I needed to push! The doctor checked me again and I was at 9cm. From a 4 to a 9 in less than an hour. Praise the Lord, it was another fast labor without needing drug intervention!
TMI alert… if you don’t want the details, skip to this next paragraph.
My water had not broken at this point. The doctor offered to let me go ahead and start pushing, attempting to break my water in the process. I did a set or two of pushes when, out of my squinted eyes, I saw my bag of waters shoot out and explode everywhere. The doctor jumped out of the way. Joe said he never saw or heard anything like it. Definitely the funniest, most memorable part of this labor.
After a few more sets of pushes, James Andrew arrived at 4:04 am on Sunday, November 17. I heard him cry instantly, which was a relief since Jonathan had not. I held him right away and quickly realized how much your heart does grow with each child. Joe stayed with him while the doctor took care of me. I did tear again, but I feel like this doctor did a much better job suturing, as the pain didn’t last long after.
As for post partum, I definitely can say I recovered fairly well. I was up walking around as soon as the nurse finally left and we came home the next day.
James is doing great minus the sleeping at night issues we’re still having three weeks later. He is named after my grandfather on my mom’s side. Jonathan is handling things pretty well, and loves to kiss his baby brother. We’re trying to figure out our daily routine, but I know that may not really happen right away.