It’s hard to believe our little person is over 2 weeks old, but at the same time it feels like she has always been part of our family. Since M came 8 days early, I assumed this pregnancy would never reach 40 weeks so once I hit my due date and went past it, it kind of started feeling like I was in the pregnancy Twilight Zone and that maybe I would always be pregnant and never give birth.
I was showing no signs, zero contractions, no false starts, so when I woke up crampy on the 25th I wasn’t sure if it was the real deal or that false labour I hear so much about (since M was induced this was my first experience of spontaneous labour). I went about my daily business which included ripping the cover off one of our vintage dining chairs in the kitchen at 6am (must have been my nesting swan song) and playing with M while Ivan tried to finish one more kitchen project before the baby came. Just as he finished putting away his tools I decided that this was indeed actual labour. We called his mom at 12:45 to arrange for her to come and get M and I went through some mild contractions until about 3pm when we called our midwives. By the time they arrived at around 4, I was having pretty regular strong contractions and wondering why I thought it was such a good idea to do this whole birthing thing again. I was already 6cm dilated which at least made me feel like I wasn’t a total wimp. Within the next 2 hours I mostly remember my water breaking just like in the movies with a bang and a gush (all over the bed and poor TeePee who had to spend the rest of the birth in an amniotic fluid canal, ew) and the midwives saying “you’re going to meet your baby soon” which in my head I was responding “LIARS!, this can’t possible be over yet can it?”. But there I was around 6pm pushing with all my might to bring this new little life into the world. There was a scary moment after her head was born when the rest of her seemed kind of stuck, the midwives thought we might have a case of shoulder dystocia, but they re-positioned me and with a mighty push out she came. (Tee Pee said this was kind of scary for him because he could see her head and it was all blueish purple and they were counting the minutes that she was stuck).
She was a big juicy baby at 8 lbs 15 oz, 20.5 inches with a full head of hair and even though she took her time, she pinked up pretty fast and latched on to nurse like a champ. I was gleefully relieved that it was over and she was here and healthy and we had the home birth that we had wanted. TeePee made me some of my new favorite gluten free dairy free macaroni and cheese, we got cleaned up and hunkered down to spend our first night with our new little lady.
Other than the power going out at 8:30am the following morning (came back around noon, but all I could think about was my placenta melting in the freezer) and our washer and dryer both breaking with a one week old baby, the transition from one to two has been fairly smooth.
And as much as I know life is going to get hectic with two little ones (TeePee is back to work Monday eeeks), I also know that we are indeed very very lucky to have these little people in our life and we look forward to all the chaos and laughter it will bring.