This story is about the birth of my good friend Jennie's 2nd born (Dylan was her first), this birth story escalated quickly but it still ends the same, with a love like no other. Here is the story of Deacon...
When our daughter was about to turn 2, we decided to try for baby #2. We knew what had caused our issue in getting pregnant the first time (it took us a couple of years), but were still hesitant that it would happen right away. We had talked about it and decided that we were fine with our kids being 2-4 years apart.
Well, much to our surprise, it happened right away. Shortly after getting my birth control form removed, I started having symptoms like I had had when I was pregnant with my first and sure enough when I finally decided to take a test, those positive pink lines appeared clear as day. We found out we were due in early April and were having a little boy this time.
My 2nd pregnancy was different than the first. I was distracted with my daughter and making sure I was doing things a bit better this time around. Again my doctor was keeping a close eye on me and the baby to make sure he didn't have the same issue as his sister where he stopped gaining weight.
As we neared the finish line everything looked good and we had been discussing an inducement at 39 weeks. But little man had plans of his own. At 37 weeks I was at home with my husband. We were hanging out after our toddler was asleep. I was doing a light workout to kinda stretch myself out when I suddenly felt liquid running down my leg. I didn't think anything of it even when my husband asked me if it could be my water breaking I thought maybe I had just peed a little bit and that surely it was not my water breaking as it was still pretty early.
That night, I didn't sleep well. I was uncomfortable and I kept feeling like I was peeing myself. I had a doctor appointment first thing in morning so I was just going to wait until then to bring anything up to her.
The next morning we went about our normal routine. I got my daughter off to her Parents Day Out program and went to my appointment. When I arrived I explained what had happened the evening before and she checked my cervix. Sure enough it had been my water breaking and I was told that I was not going home. I received my paperwork and as I walked out the office to walk over to Birth Center I called my husband, who I knew was in a client meeting. He answered the phone and said "hey babes, is this an emergency?" I kindly told him he could be the judge of that as I was heading over to the birth center to have our son. All I heard was "gotta go" and a click from the other end.
When I got to birth center (thank goodness my appointment was on the same campus) I got checked-in and my husband arrived right as I was changing into gown. I got comfy and was given an IV, which took three tries and a few cuss words. I was already dilated to 3-4 cm and was given Pitocin. As we were hanging-out waiting we made phone calls to notify our family and get our daughter taken care of. Thankfully she was at school and my husband was able to pick her up early so that he did not have to worry about being out when little man arrived. One of his lovely associates kept her company while my hubby stayed with me, waiting on my mom to arrive and take over.
My mom arrived about 5:30-6 PM and my doctor was checking my cervix. I had already received my epidural and was feeling good. I was relaxed like first time and just waiting, hoping for an easy birth like our daughter's. Well, it turned out that that was not happening. Apparently, my cervix jumped from a 3-4 cm to a 6 cm and then started to close again. I was bleeding, according to my husband and all I remember is my doctor saying that the baby's heart rate was slowing and that we needed to go back for a cesarean. I was not against a c-section but if it could be avoided I would have preferred to do that. I could tell by my husband's face that that was not an option, so off we went to operating room.
I had oxygen and cried the whole way, praying harder than I've ever prayed before. According to my husband from the time they made the decision to getting me back there about two minutes passed and then our son was there. I was knocked-out so I don't remember much other than waking-up and seeing my daughter and husband holding our son, where I, again, fell in love.
The anesthesia had left me extremely shaky and tremoring, which lasted about an hour or two post-surgery. Through my husband and doctor I finally learned that I had a placenta eruption (the placenta was attempting to come out before baby). I also learned that our baby boy was 6lbs, 1 oz and 20.5 inches long; he was healthy and passed all of the tests.
So that is how we became a family of four. My second pregnancy and birth was definitely more scary and exciting, but I guess if it was like that with your first it'd be harder for anyone to want to try again. I enjoyed both pregnancies and am very happy that my babies were born healthy, even though my body apparently struggles with pregnancy. And now little man is 1-month old and doing very well! He is actually my chubby baby and is gaining weight wonderfully!
So that is how we became a family of four. My second pregnancy and birth was definitely more scary and exciting but I guess if it was your first it'd be harder to want to try again. Lol! I enjoyed both pregnancies and am very happy that my babies were born healthy, even when my body struggles with pregnancy apparently.
About the Author: About the Author: Jennie is a stay-at-home mom to a nearly 3-year old little princess and a brand spankin' new little prince and is a wife to an amazing husband and father. On top of rockin' stay-at-home mommyhood, Jennie blogs over at The Random Mommy, so be sure to check her out!