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He’s (finally) here!

I’m no longer holding a hostage.

“Nemo” has finally arrived!

I went into labor early on Tuesday morning with intermittent contractions continuing all day at work.  In the late afternoon, just when I thought I’d call the doctor, they stopped.  Later in the evening they started up again and when I called my doctor, he said to come in.

By the time Mabel and the dog were headed home with my dad and Mac and I got to the hospital around 10pm, contractions were 5 to 7 minutes apart.  It quickly became clear this was the real deal.

Unfortunately, after being early labor all day, and active labor for about seven and half hours at the hospital, I was not making any progress.  Nemo was still not moving down.  Given my previous C-section, the lack of progress, and the type of pain I was having, we made the decision was made to proceed with a C-section.

Nemo was born on Wednesday, May 23rd at 5:20 in the morning, at 41 weeks and 5 days gestation.

While I really wish I hadn’t needed the surgery, the outcome is what I had hoped for: a safe delivery, a healthy baby.

Just like with Mabel’s birth, Mac kept his poker face in place, no matter what the circumstance- like seeing my disembodied uterus.  He was the only person I wanted with me and he was all the support I needed.  While I am always grateful for him, the feeling is never more pronounced than when I’m at my most vulnerable and he keeps me feeling safe.

So far the recovery has been much easier than after the C-section I had with Mabel.  The way I’m feeling today, 10 days out from surgery, took several weeks after my previous C-section.  I’m getting around well, I’m already off the prescription pain medicine, managing my pain with just ibuprofen.  For that I am very grateful.  The only complication I’ve experienced has nothing to do with the surgery- it’s late onset pregnancy-induced hypertension.

While my blood pressure was fine the whole time I was in the hospital, since I got home, it’s become elevated.  Nothing dangerous (yet, or hopefully ever), but high for me.  So, there’s been extra visits with my doctor and doing my best to follow his recommendation to stick with bed rest.  The doctor is not calling it late-onset pre-eclampsia, just hypertension, and said that most cases resolve within 8 weeks of delivery, but with bed rest it may resolve sooner.

The bed rest has been really challenging for me, and I feel like such a burden on Mac.  It’s like he has three beings depending on him for everything.  Before Nemo arrived he was already doing the bulk of the housework and childcare.  Now that I’m laid up, he’s doing even more- with a whole additional child to care for.  I really hope that my blood pressure is improved at my next OB visit- which will be my 2 week postpartum visit, and my birthday.  So I know what I will wish for when I blow out my candles.

Nemo is doing great.  From the start he’s nursed like a champ.  At his first pediatrician’s appointment, he was 6 days old, and he’d already surpassed his birth weight (which the ped said they usually give babies up to 2 weeks to do).  While he was a cranky pants today, he slept GREAT last night- 11pm to 4am, and again from 5:15am to 7:30am.  I’m crossing my fingers it wasn’t a fluke!

Mabel is also her usual self.  She loves her baby brother, is always eager to help out, etc.  While we have seen some additional tantrums and she is having a little trouble with me being incapacitated and Mac’s attention being so split, she’s only two and this is nothing that was unexpected.  Overall, she’s a wonderful kid and it’s great to see her growing and changing.  I honestly think that the transition is harder for me than for her.  I miss having tickle fights with her, snuggling her close, going for walks, and all the other stuff we normally do that I can’t right now because of the surgery and the bed rest.

Mabel holding her baby brother for the first time.

We were lucky that my in-laws were here until yesterday helping out- entertaining Mabel, making meals, etc.  Now that we are alone, things are fine.  We’re adjusting to life as a family of four!


Filed under Mother, Nemo, pregnancy, Wife

Poker Face

Mabel’s birth wasn’t pretty.  There was vomit and poop, amniotic fluid and catheters, lots of needles and blood, then the whole ‘uterus removed from the body to be sutured’ bit.  Did I mention there was a lot of blood?  Like enough for a bloodbath scene from a horror movie?

Yeah, so Mabel’s birth wasn’t pretty.

My husband, Mac, was privy to it ALL.

While I admit that I wasn’t always fully aware of my surroundings, Mac maintained his composure (at least around me) for the entire ordeal.

Well, he was a little shaken up by the bloodbath scene the first time I got out of bed 8 hours post-C-section.  It was clear that what was running through his head as it happened was, “Holy crap my wife is bleeding to death!”  However, that was understandable since I too was perplexed and unprepared for it as well.  Had it not been for the nonplussed reaction of the nurse, I might have worried about my own imminent death as well, instead of just wondering if/how they could clean it all up before my in laws came to meet the baby.  (I’m no neat freak when it comes to my lovely mother in law, but nobody wants their in laws leap-frogging over pools of their blood.  Right?)

So given my husband’s world class poker face despite all he witnessed, I laughed out loud when I come across the Universal Birth Reaction Assessment Tool on How to be a Dad.

Source: How to be a Dad

While Mac passes out quite readily when he gets a shot or IV placed, he appeared unaffected when it happened to me, or my actual spinal column.

Through the whole birth and recovery, I’d say the worst he got on the Expression/Grimace Scale was “Whoa!”  Except for the bloodbath which was something more like a “Aaaahhhh!”

Now, as I said, I’m pretty sure he had a great poker face.  From our talks about the birth since it happened, I’m pretty sure he had moments that scored a 10/ “Ngaaaa!” on the Birth Reaction Scale (like when he caught a glimpse of my disembodied uterus in the operating room).  However, he never let on that he was feeling anything more than a 2 or 3.

He was an excellent birth partner.

As we get closer and closer to welcoming Nemo (baby #2, baby brother) we’ve been talking more about Mabel’s birth.  How it happened, how we felt, how I coped with the labor, what worked, what didn’t, what I most appreciated, what we want to do different.  The talks are enlightening at times.  Mac remembers details and hours of time that are completely absent from my memory.  I know that helping me through the labor was hard for Mac- it’s hard to watch someone you love in pain and not be able to stop it.  I hope that him hearing me say how much of a help and support he was to me, how much I needed him, how safe I felt knowing he was there, and how he came through for me, will be valuable for the second go-around.

I’m also looking forward to him reading this post and telling me what his reactions really were and how little his face revealed.


Filed under pregnancy, Wife