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A Birth Story For My Birthday Boy

By Parentingsmh @parentingsmh

It's been a whole 2 years since he was born but it feels shorter and longer all at the same time.  I'm still figuring him out even though I think he's got me pegged already.  Thinking about how much he's grown it's hard not to remember the day I finally got to meet him.   A Birth Story For My Birthday Boy
My pregnancy with J was pretty easy, kind of.  He blessed me with very minimal morning sickness unlike my first... Yea! However, in place of that was sciatica, boo.  I tried my best to enjoy this pregnancy and didn't really engage in any extra curricula activities.  I took maternity photos, kept my hair done, and tried to be stylish... mostly.
A Birth Story For My Birthday BoyAs the time grew closer to my March 27th due date I took long walks around my neighborhood trying to edge the process along.  My thought process was that since my older son's birthday was April 13th, it would be  nice to have a few more days in between birthdays, not to mention the fact that my first child was born 9 days before his due date, why wouldn't the second?   Those of you who have more than one understand why this logic is completely flawed.  No two births are alike.   So when March 26th came along, and I was still pregnant, and going to work, I became determined that this would be the last weekend I spent pregnant.  That Fridy after work, me and the hubs decided to have a date night since we were pretty sure we'd have a tough time getting out after the baby was born.  We went to the movies and saw Hot Tub Time Machine, and got a late dinner.  The plan was if I didn't go into labor over the weekend, I was going to get induced that Monday. Well, that didn't have to happen.  Right at 5 A.M., my contractions started.  They say the second child comes faster, but my frame of reference was my first, and I was in labor for 26 hours, so I figured I had at least 12 with the second.  I was wrong.   A Birth Story For My Birthday Boy A Birth Story For My Birthday Boy Here's where things went awry.  After realizing I was in labor, I woke my husband to let him know my contractions started, he turned to look at me and said, "well you should time them" and went back to sleep.  So, I went back to slee too and woke up to check the clock when I felt another contraction.  I know a normal person would have gotten up and, well maybe, got dressed, called the doctor, made arrangements for the older child, you know, normal I'm about to have a baby stuff.  Not me.  Nope.  As my contractions started to come closer together, I moved to the living room to continue resting and timing them with the cable box.  A Birth Story For My Birthday BoyBy 8am my contractions were about 15 minutes a part and had become pretty intense,that meant "go time.".  We had already called my mother in law to come and pick up my almost two year old, who had just woken up.  I was showered and dressed when she got there, by this time I was at my limit with the contractions, when, the hubs asks if he had time to rewatch the birthing video.  Luckily, I didn't have the strength to respond, and his mother was there to snap him out of his delusional suggestion. Screaming, " you need to leave NOW!".  A Birth Story For My Birthday BoyWe were at the hospital by 9am and after getting triaged, were checked right into a birthing room after they discovered I was already 8cm dialated.  In other words, I almost had this kid in the car. An hour later, at 10:14 A.M. on March 27th, 2010, I fell in love all over again.   Happy Birthday J!

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