This is the story of the birth of my son, born one week ago.
I left work early on Tuesday, 11/12/13. I wasn't feeling well but had been having contractions with more regularity since the previous Friday. I mentioned it to my friend and she was adamant that I use her exercise ball. I picked it up and rocked on it for a couple hours. I began to have more contractions. Around 10 pm, I got to bed with the intent to see if the contractions would subside or increase. At this point, I talked to my husband and realized that we didn't have a solid plan for what to do with Lil Punk when we went in. He called his mom to give her a heads up and ask her if she could come over later.
It was obvious to me that I was in labor so around 12:30 Y called his mom again to ask her to drive over. She arrived around 1:15. We then went to the hospital. We got there around 1:45.
I labored in the whirlpool tub for awhile. My doctor broke my water around 4. At that point, I was in pain and just wanted my baby OUT. He was born at 5:15 am. He was a little bigger than I thought, 9 pounds 15 ounces. We were blessed in that he is healthy. He had a bit of jaundice but is doing well now.
I am so in love with my son. I can't imagine life without him now and its only been a week. In a way, its been a long week. Lil Guy has not been sleeping at night. He wants to use me as a human pacifier but won't take a real pacifier. I get that he was in my womb for 9 months and he wants to be close to me.
I love being a mommy for the 2nd time. We are so blessed.