The past month has been a sweet exhausted blur. Between the sleepless nights and out of town guests this mama is beyond exhausted and enjoying every minute of it!! I’m excited to put down in words the birth story of our second and final child Eli Nathaniel. Born October 13, 2016.
At a month old he loves to eat and stay awake when mama and Jane want to sleep. He also loves to mimic facial expressions and wants to hold his head up on his own. I have a feeling he is going to be one independent fella.
Jane, even though she has a hard time with change she has been adapting well. She loves to help feed him, laying with him on his floor mat, and she even helps with changing him. They are inseparable, the hardest part for her is going to school and leaving her brother at home.
Eli Nathaniel- My Birth Story
I was very nervous about this labor, because Jane’s was very long, traumatic and painful, with a long recovery. To spare you the details I will chalk it up to, we had 14 residence in the room, it was insane, she got rotated and stuck but I was still able to have a “natural delivery.” This time my doctor wanted to take every precaution and make this delivery as enjoyable as possible…
It was not fun being sick most of my pregnancy. The horrible thing called morning sickness. The shooting pain on my left side around week 25, put me in the hospital for the first time. I was in and out of the hospital 3 times then when I was 31 weeks I went in for my check up; my doctor told me she was going to admit me for a 24 hour observation because I was having contractions every 4-5 minutes. Yes, you read the right she told me I was having contractions, I was not feeling them, which was a concern. Bazaar as it may sound, I got used to being in a constant uncomfortable pain state. I was released with medication and placed on bed rest for the remainder of my pregnancy.
My doctor left for vacation when I was 36 weeks, I prayed “baby dude” would hold off on being born until week 38 when she returned. I really didn’t want someone who didn’t know my history to deliver my child. This was the hardest thing because my contractions got closer together and more intense and I ended up back in the hospital for a few hours to make sure the baby and I were okay.
We made it 38 weeks and 1 day. My doctor hadn’t even returned to the office, she just got back from her European trip and she was getting a phone call saying I was in labor. I was admitted at 8:30, 4cm dilated and 100 percent effaced. I wanted to go as long as I could without the epidural but around 7cm the contractions were getting too intense. They had to wake the anesthesiologist because it was 2am, the wait for her to get there was intense, but I got the epidural and everything was right in the world again.
Being fairly new to this town, and our family was all back in Colorado. We were very blessed that my daughter’s teacher volunteered to take Jane in the middle of the night. Our original plan was that our neighbor was going to come over and sit for her, however, she moved to Austin the week before I went into labor. When I told Jane’s teacher my dilemma, with no hesitation said she would be on call to take her…. I will forever be in her debt considering she took my child in at 3 in the morning and went to work the next day.
Greg got back, the doctor came in and told me we had a little time before delivery and I should try to get some rest. The doctor decided she was going to run home for a little while, however, she didn’t make it. She got a call half way home to hurry back because “baby dude” didn’t want to wait. The pain was intense because the epidural hadn’t kicked in completely.
He looked just like Jane. We were totally in love and so thankful for a healthy baby and easy labor.
Jane was picked up before school because she couldn’t wait to meet her baby brother. He took her to school, even though she bagged to stay with me and her baby brother. Sure enough when the fire truck left the school (it was the highlight of the school day, visit from firemen and their truck) she asked her teacher to call her daddy because she had to get back to baby Eli. Love how sweet and innocent they are at this age!!
The first few weeks have been busy with family coming into town and Halloween. I know I was supposed to be resting but who could resist a trip to the pumpkin patch.
I dealt with postpartum depression after Jane so my doctor is taking extra precautions. She is worried because my husband went back to work after two weeks and my mom also returned home. However I have learned a few lessons from my past. Take it day by day, take a deep breath and focus on the positive, say a prayer, enjoy every sweet moment because you will never get this time back, and most important focus on the blessing you have.
To anyone that thinks they may be struggling with PPD (postpartum depression), be honest with the ones you love and your doctor, don’t be afraid to ask for help. I waited a year before saying anything my first time around and I feel like I missed out on so many sweet moments with Jane. It’s nothing to be ashamed of. If you think you may be struggling with depression say something for both you and your child’s sake. You will thank yourself later.
We have decided there will be no more children due to how many complications there were with both pregnancies. I don’t know if my body can handle it again. It is a bitter sweet thought, but I am blessed to have two wonderful children.
Thanks for following our family adventures. Sometimes I look back and think where did the time go?? Every exhausted moment, every tear that is shed, every gleeful giggle, I wouldn’t trade it for the world!! It’s amazing how you can love these little ones so much yet be so utterly exhausted.
Love you all bunches XOXOXOXOXOXO