|I attempted a little two week photo shoot|
Two kids and pregnant with a third sort of kicked my butt this year. I was tired, cranky, pregnant alllll year, and attempted to work my photography business. Since I'm probably the most low energy (nice way of saying lazy??) person around, this went about as well as can be expected.
|Image by the lovely and talented Ashley Maciag|
The difference? I now have three kids, three and under, I'm still tired and attempting to work my photography business, but I feel less cranky (my husband might disagree) and I'm not pregnant. Considering I'm getting less sleep than when I was pregnant, I believe this to be both a miracle and possibly that my hormones might be less out of whack then during pregnancy. Which is weird for me. Weird, but I'm extremely grateful. I'm assuming lots of people are praying for me!
The "Big" girls have adapted exceptionally well and have been amusing themselves together. With minimal fighting and mishaps all things considered. Baby doesn't love to sleep at night (but will sleep all day at six weeks still), and doesn't like to be put down (what baby does?), and those have been the biggest hurdles.
|It's difficult to get a picture of the three of them|
On to the birth! Because I seem to be doing this a bit backwards...
September 5th I actually went into labor and delivery around 11am. I had had contractions about every half hour the night before which fizzled by the morning, but baby seemed a bit less active and I wanted to get a few things checked out. Fizzling labor is weird for me. With my first two, once things started, it was the real deal and they were both born within six hours. I also knew I needed antibiotics with this delivery, so I'd have to get there early on in labor for me.
Nurses and Dr's all looked at me like I was crazy walking in there without a hint of pain. I don't really blame them. They hooked me up, and I had one whopping contraction in the first 45 minutes. Only problem was little girl's heartrate dropped really low. So they checked me...and I was at ONE centimeter. For most people that means you probably have awhile, but I tried to tell them my labors go really fast. They had us do a quick ultrasound because of the heartrate drop, but everything looked fine, so they sent me home. I left at 4 PM (takes forever to get discharged),smiling, and told them I'd probably be back in a few hours. They smiled condescendingly back.
At this point I was having contractions every 20-30 minutes. We picked up the girls from our amazing friends, warned them we might be back, and headed home for dinner. By 9PM I figured I should get some sleep since the contractions were still steady, but no where near close enough that any hospital would admit me. I woke up at midnight from a contraction and used the bathroom. Ten minutes later I had another... and another. I told J I would time them for an hour to make sure they didn't go away. By 12:45, they were five minutes apart and I told him we need to go NOW. Woke the girls up, hustled them into the car, and I informed him he should drop me off at the hospital first, and then drop the girls at our friends' house.
Nurse smiles at me as they wheel me in around 1:30, casually asks how close my contractions are, and then checks me. Her face. "Oh, you're at a 7 or 8, we better get you to a room". No kidding. No one listens to me!
I kept repeating my Dr's name so someone can call him. I get hooked up to my antibiotics and no one seems in much of a hurry. The nurse smiles at me again and says sweetly, "You're so calm. You wouldn't even know you're in labor". I smile back. And think, Should I start screaming or yelling? Would that make the Dr come faster?
They finally bring in a doctor from my practice. I don't remember what his name was. I think J got here at this point. It was probably a little after 2 AM. The doctor is really nice, but asking things SO slowly. Have you thought about pain management? Um.... yes, but it's probably kind of late at this point, sir. I finally get out that I had discussed a local medication through the IV called Statal (spelling?), because an epidural freaks me out. My previous two births were med free, but I was pretty anxious (terrified) about the pushing part, so I was considering something this time around.
Doctor leaves. I look at J.
"I need to push!"
So much for pain medication.
My doctor miraculously arrives and flies into scrubs. He's awesome and Catholic and I wish there were four of him around here so everyone could see him and I wouldn't have to deal with residents. He has made it to all three births.
I thought I might push slowly... you know... ease her out??? Yeah, right, that's how childbirth works. Well I quickly decided I just wanted her out NOW, and she arrived after three pushes at 2:33 AM. She was, and is, perfect and wonderful!
So I think that makes it 2.5 hours of active labor with an hour in the hospital? I'm kind of terrified about how fast future children might come!
We named her Sylvia, and I found out AFTERWARD that St. Sylvia is the patron saint for labor and delivery. I'm not sure I would call the whole experience "easy" per se, but probably the easiest it could have been! Moral of the story: name your girls Sylvia ;)
I'll spare you the after details, other than that I healed/felt really well considering I had a decent tear. My mom and sister arrived the next afternoon and stayed for 2.5 weeks. I consider myself extremely spoiled to have that much time with my newborn and not having to cook or clean, but I highly recommend it to anyone who can manage. I wish all moms had the support I did from my husband, family, and friends after birth!
|Because of all these wonderful people, I got to nap and snuggle my newborn!|
|There was a lot of reading and discovering of some favorite books|
If you read this long, kudos for your dedication! Thank you to all my family and friends, near and far, who prayed for us!
Oh and a little PS: My cell phone is still broken, and finding a time to call and replace it has been difficult. But it has been remarkably freeing. The only negative might be that I can't easily take "selfies" with my new squish, but I have been taking out my big girl lens a lot more! Fall photo sessions start full swing next weekend, so prayers are much appreciated :)