Well... Things have been a little busy the last few days! Our baby boy was born Wednesday, one day before his due date, which if you know anything about this delivery, you will know it was a Godsend! We had been praying that I would go in to labor before my scheduled C-section (on 10/11). Wouldn't you know, when we thought all hope was lost, my water broke at 5:30 am on Wednesday after hours of strong, but irregular contractions. By the time we got to the hospital, the contractions were becoming unbearable. My husband, J, started calling to find someone to take Isla since they checked me and I was 4 cm and had definitely ruptured. He then left to drop her at the our sitter's house before things started to get crazy. This is one rough part about being military... having a second baby and having someone to watch the Big baby. Luckily, we had three people to call and just kinda ran down the list until we found someone willing to watch her at 6 am until my mom could get there. My mom lives about 2 hours from us. Anyways, back to the story... the contractions were so strong. I vomited a lot and was very mean to my poor, lovely nurse. Man, that was probably the roughest hour of my life. I was being poked and prodded as they got ready for delivery with no one there to coach me through my contractions. Finally, when J got back I begged for the epi, then the C-section, then the epi again. My husband knows me and he knows how badly I have been wanting the VBAC since I got pregnant with Cole. When I had Isla, it hadn't even occurred to me that I may have to have a section, but she was breech and I really had no option. I was so upset. The nurse got the anesthesiologist and he came in to put in the epi. All I could think is, "Damn... I gave in to the epi, but who the hell cares, this thing just better work". He put in the epi and it started to work fairly quickly. My OB came in shortly after and wanted to check me. I didn't feel a thing. I decided at that point that epi=glorious and I felt horrible for bashing the epi. I was at 6 cm and almost fully effaced-- yay progress! Now I was nervous the epi would slow me down. My doc went to do a C-section. I was so much better, laughing and joking with everyone. This was at like 830 am. My mom arrived at 930. Her and I were just talking and hanging out waiting. At 10 am, the doc came back and checked me again. I was 10 cm and ready to go so they started setting everything up and my mom left to get Isla from the sitter . Her and J went to get the car seat out of our car before I needed to start pushing. In the meantime, the nurse asked me to do some practice pushing. I started pushing at 10:38 am. J took forever and by the time he came in, he could see Cole's head already peeping out. The look on his face was priceless. I only pushed a few more times and it was time to get the doctor. He came in and suited up. He was talking to the baby nurse and my nurse was near me as I needed to push. She tried to call him and he didn't hear her. I pushed and Cole's head was out... The doctor almost had a heart attack.. Guess he didn't realize we were there already. One more little push and the rest of him was out. He was born at 11:26 am. They set him up on me and it was amazing. With Isla, I hadn't gotten to hold her for a while after delivery. The nurses took him a bit after and cleaned him up and all while I got repaired. I had two little tears. Then they brought him over to me and we got to just spend an hour or so with him just the two of us. I nursed him and did some skin to skin time. It all went really fast but was amazing!
Here he is: Cole-- 8 lbs 9 oz 21 3/4inches -- obviously very happy to be removed from the womb.
This whole day just felt like a dream. I couldn't believe that I had the delivery I wanted. I couldn't believe how easy it had all seemed. I couldn't believe that I now had TWO beautiful babies to love and kiss on everyday. I felt like nothing could break the euphoria I was feeling... well that was until later that evening when a stupid little email tried to ruin it all.
A few weeks ago, we had been discussing our military life. We wanted a change... wanted to find a place to put down some roots and maybe be able to buy a house somewhere. So we updated our "wish list" of bases/assignments not thinking that anything would change for some time. Wouldn't you know that the day our son was born, only a week later, my husband would get an email saying just what we thought we had hoped for, and that he would be leaving us for a year in just four short months. The military can be quite funny sometimes.
So now here we are, home, getting used to life with our two babies, trying to help Isla make the transition, trying to keep our newborn fed and snuggled, enjoying all of our visitors, and now making plans for next year. We are trying to stay positive. We are trying to focus on the fact that we will get to move and hopefully buy a place of our own. But it's not easy. We struggle everyday. I know I struggle and try to hold back the tears every time I think about it. I worry about my husband and how it affects him to have to be away from our babies for so long. I worry about the kids and how they (especially Isla) will handle J being away from us, and I worry about if I can be a good enough mommy to them both all by myself.
I know it will be fine. We will skype and talk on the phone as much as possible. He'll get to come home for some leave halfway through his tour and I'm sure the year will fly by as fast as Isla's first year did. I hope to spend the next four months preparing... making plans on how to save the most money for a house... and finding ways to make the transition easy for both children. J is so scared that they won't remember him. I know they will but I'm determined to find every way possible to make him feel more reassured before he has to be half way around the world without us.
If you think of it, thank those fighting for this country the next time you see one. They simply give up everything for you and everyone else in this country. I was lucky enough to have J here for both Isla and Cole's births. But there are so many women who do not get that luxury. Thanks for reading and sorry this got so... depressing. I promise my next post will be full of smiles and sunshine! Here's some pics to bring this back to happy...
This whole day just felt like a dream. I couldn't believe that I had the delivery I wanted. I couldn't believe how easy it had all seemed. I couldn't believe that I now had TWO beautiful babies to love and kiss on everyday. I felt like nothing could break the euphoria I was feeling... well that was until later that evening when a stupid little email tried to ruin it all.
A few weeks ago, we had been discussing our military life. We wanted a change... wanted to find a place to put down some roots and maybe be able to buy a house somewhere. So we updated our "wish list" of bases/assignments not thinking that anything would change for some time. Wouldn't you know that the day our son was born, only a week later, my husband would get an email saying just what we thought we had hoped for, and that he would be leaving us for a year in just four short months. The military can be quite funny sometimes.
So now here we are, home, getting used to life with our two babies, trying to help Isla make the transition, trying to keep our newborn fed and snuggled, enjoying all of our visitors, and now making plans for next year. We are trying to stay positive. We are trying to focus on the fact that we will get to move and hopefully buy a place of our own. But it's not easy. We struggle everyday. I know I struggle and try to hold back the tears every time I think about it. I worry about my husband and how it affects him to have to be away from our babies for so long. I worry about the kids and how they (especially Isla) will handle J being away from us, and I worry about if I can be a good enough mommy to them both all by myself.
I know it will be fine. We will skype and talk on the phone as much as possible. He'll get to come home for some leave halfway through his tour and I'm sure the year will fly by as fast as Isla's first year did. I hope to spend the next four months preparing... making plans on how to save the most money for a house... and finding ways to make the transition easy for both children. J is so scared that they won't remember him. I know they will but I'm determined to find every way possible to make him feel more reassured before he has to be half way around the world without us.
If you think of it, thank those fighting for this country the next time you see one. They simply give up everything for you and everyone else in this country. I was lucky enough to have J here for both Isla and Cole's births. But there are so many women who do not get that luxury. Thanks for reading and sorry this got so... depressing. I promise my next post will be full of smiles and sunshine! Here's some pics to bring this back to happy...
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| Thinking really hard about something... |
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| J and Cole... the first time holding him after his birth! |
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| My super hot, after delivery look holding Cole! |
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