January 18, 2014

Welcome to the World, Max!

Maximilian Leroy came into this world this past Tuesday, January 14th, at 40w5d! He weighed 7lbs, 12oz and was 20.5 inches long.

Tuesday morning, I went in for a normal check with my OB. Because I was past my due date, I was having a second non-stress test done to make sure that baby was OK and we had no reason to induce labor just then. Everything looked good on the ultrasound, and the tech joked that she could see the baby's head bobbing against my cervix, like he wanted out. However, I was still holding steady at 2cm, where I had been for the past month. We actually went ahead and scheduled an induction for Friday (yesterday) because the fact of the matter was I was tired & ready to get the show on the road. There was zero pressure from my OB to do so (he's amazing) but I was done.

I joked to M on the way home that morning that now that we had scheduled the induction, things would happen on their own, because after all, isn't that how it's supposed to work? Looking back, it's funny to see all the indicators that things would likely happen on their own. We just weren't expecting it. I got home that morning and we went about our day, doing nothing really out of the ordinary. Lucas took a nice long nap, I watched some Netflix and relaxed, and we ran a couple of errands in the afternoon. I talked to a couple of friends and mentioned that I wasn't feeling too great, but this wasn't anything out of the norm for me in recent weeks. I had been having Braxton Hicks contractions pretty regularly for a couple of months now, the past month specifically -- sometimes six or seven an hour. They weren't painful, but they were CONSTANT. One friend sent me a text saying that she had a feeling that "today was the day!" I laughed at her but also noted that anything was possible.

Around 6:30 pm, just as we were getting ready for dinner, I had what I thought was my first actual contraction. At the time, I wasn't quite sure (if you're new here, or just need a refresher, I was induced with Lucas at 41w5d never having progressed at all on my own. I had no idea what natural labor felt like) but I knew it was different. It was a little painful, so I noted it but went about our evening. I mentioned to M that he should probably get a bag packed, something he had yet to do, because I just felt off and why not since he needed to do it anyways. He laughed at me, said "it's not like you're in labor right now. We will have time!" (ha!) We ate, and around 7:00 pm I started having a couple more contractions.

It was at this point I started to worry a little. M & I talked, and we decided that I would hop in the shower, try to relax and then lay down to start counting them. If they were just Braxton Hicks, they would go away. If not, then we knew it was the real deal. At 7:40 I texted my friend (the same one who said she thought that night was the night) and told her to be on stand by. I told her that I didn't quite know what was happening, if it was anything at all (again -- no natural labor experience here!) but if she could just be on standby to take Lucas that would be great. I hopped in the shower and that's when shit got real, real fast.

My contractions started picking up quick & it was easy to notice that they were very regular. They were getting more and more painful, so I finished my shower, got dressed and laid in bed to immediately start timing. By 8:00 they were 3-5 minutes apart. I gave it 20 minutes of timing to make sure that it was regular and we decided that calling our OB to get his opinion was the best option at this point. M had already put Lucas to bed, so he called and when he got back to us, we were told to go ahead and head towards the hospital.

At this point, it was a mad dash, because I knew things were happening quick. M got his stuff together and car loaded, while I called N to let her know that we were on our way over. We all loaded up in the car, dropped Lucas off and headed to the hospital, where we arrived shortly after 9:00/9:15. When I was checked into triage, they did a quick cervical check and I was already 7cm dilated. SEVEN!

Cue being wheeled into the birthing unit. At this point I knew I had hit the transition, and my contractions were unbearable. Not long after being set up, I felt my water break and I knew that it was time to start pushing. I literally felt like the kid fell through my cervix when the water broke. The nurses told me to NOT push (hahahahaha!) but yeah right. A quick check saw that I was 10cm dilated and baby was coming, to which that point they yelled for someone to come help with the delivery. My OB had not arrived yet, but we had an amazing midwife who helped us out.

Two contractions and three pushes, and Max came roaring into this world in an all-natural birth at 9:40 pm. A mere three hours after having my first contractions.

I still cannot believe how quick everything happened. It was an amazing experience, so different than my last delivery, and I am truly in awe of how it all went. M & I still laugh at just the series of events that unfolded that day. I have no pictures of us from before the delivery, or during, and only a couple quick snap shots after (including the one above). We barely got family notified before Max was born, and it feels like it was over before it even began. It's surreal, and crazy all at the same time. But also wonderful. I got the birth that I wanted, and for that I am grateful.

Welcome to the world, little guy!

January 8, 2014


Tomorrow marks my due date. Forty weeks pregnant.

I honestly did not think I would make it this far, but I shouldn't be too surprised.

I met with my OB yesterday for our weekly appointment. There is nothing new to report on the progress -- no contractions aside from some pretty serious Braxton Hicks, and I've been holding stead at 2cm for about two weeks now (which is normal). When my midwife left the practice unexpectedly around 20 weeks, I was not at all hesitant about continuing my pregnancy with the OB on staff. He had delivered Lucas, and overall is so calm & relaxed, that it was a good fit to finish this thing out. We had a good chat this week, and what I love about him is that he is in absolutely no rush to induce me. He is completely fine with dragging his feet as long as possible, giving me up to 42 weeks to do this thing on my own, something that truly makes me happy and takes some stress over these next couple of weeks, as long as things go well. I have a non-stress test on Friday, and one most likely again on Monday or Tuesday if nothing has happened by then. If baby looks good, then we will keep plugging along.


Even though I'm not at all being pressured to be induced, there is a very small (ok, maybe a little bigger than small) part of me that is ready to just do this. To give it until next week (if nothing has happened by then) and then just say ok, let's get this show on the road. My last labor was brutal BUT, I went in starting from zero. I hadn't dilated at all, so it was slow going the first couple of days. But once I got to 3cm, my midwife was able to break my water. From there, things picked up. So it's tempting to want a little help especially knowing that things have already started on their own. Again, this is all assuming that things won't happen on their own in the next week, and all things I am just telling myself to get through this.

Honestly, I don't know what we will do. Up until now I had been holding steadfast on our plan, but now ... I just don't know. I'm tired. Cranky. Achy. Ready to meet our little guy. Not at all sure that I can hold out another two weeks (although I know I can). I'm just ready to move on, and in the mean time, will be doing everything possible to help the process, short of chugging some castor oil.

January 6, 2014


Here we are. Still pregnant. 

This past week has been semi-rough. Sleep has become a major issue, as in it's non-existent for the most part. I had, for the most part, had been sleeping well this pregnancy (a nice change from the last one) but this week has been full of restlessness. It makes for long days but it seems no matter what I do, nothing helps. I toss & turn all night, most likely keeping my poor husband awake as well. Sorry babe.

My normally active baby is slowed down quite a bit as well. Not enough to be worried, as I can still get him to move, but for the first time I'm having to do kick counts every day. With my due date just a few days away, it's not at all surprising that things are settling down, but hopefully it means that things will happen on their own.

I was induced with Lucas at 41w4d with him arriving right at 42w, so I would be lying if I said I didn't feel like things should happen a little sooner this time around than they did last. I may be only slightly disappointed that things haven't happened on their own yet, but I know all things will come with time. I'm just not mentally prepared to stay pregnant for another two weeks, even though I need to suck it up and accept that reality. Just in case. My OB and I haven't even discussed a timeline, but I know it's coming at this weeks appointment. So we will see what happens.

I will say that there is some slight relief that as much as I wanted him to come, baby didn't come over Christmas. With us being so far away from family, having somebody here to watch Lucas for us has been difficult to coordinate, especially around the holidays. Most of our close friends have moved in the past year and others were traveling to see their own families. But now that it's January, all of our plans are a little more solid and everybody is back in town. It's a big relief knowing that our little guy will be taken care of by good friends.

With that said -- I have nothing. We wait & we wait. Hopefully next time I update, we will have good news on a happy & healthy delivery!

January 1, 2014

Happy New Year!

Wishing everyone a happy, safe, blessed and wonderful start to 2014! 
I hope this year brings you everything that you are wishing for, whatever that may be.

Happy New Year!