Less Words...More Pictures

I will be short and sweet about this since birth stories aren't all that exciting when everything goes perfectly smooth, which is what we all want to be sure, and it is exactly what happened to me. A boring labor and birth. It was perfectly lovely. 

Basically I was starting to have a panic attack on Sunday (Feb. 3rd) because I was still pregnant, 6 days overdue to be exact. And because February 5th was my deadline to go into labor, or I would go under the knife again and with the remainder of my babies.

After trying what felt like every old wives tale to induce labor, I finally went into labor at 2am on Monday, Feb. 4th. Just in time. I tried like 6 "tricks" that day, so who knows what, if any, worked, but who cares!

The entire time I was laboring I just kept thinking how incredibly grateful I was to be experiencing labor. It was like a dream, the entire 20 hours. Of course, thank goodness for epidurals, holy cow are those things amazing, otherwise the day might not have felt like such a pleasure.

When it came time to push at 9:29pm, I pushed for a whopping 20 minutes and there she was.  It was an incredible experience.  And it helped that my mom shoved a 6 inch subway my way while they were still stitching me up, moms know best :) So there you have it. I went into labor, gave birth, and have two healthy daughters, whom I adore. The end.

Instead of re-posting the hospital pictures I have already posted to facebook, I thought I would do an overload of the pictures I took today that are much more fun to look at. Enjoy you some baby-eye-candy....

                           

Lesson in Patience

I am now 40 weeks and 1 day pregnant, and not exactly happy about it. I apparently have a womb of steel and this little lady inside of me is way too comfortable. I have been 70% thinned out for four weeks now with absolutely no progression - its hard not to be depressed and grumpy. What makes this so much worse is if Little Miss doesn't come on her own by the time I am 41 weeks (heaven forbid I make it to that point) I will most likely have to have another C-Section. That was not the plan, at all. 

I am naive and not really great at researching or asking my doctor questions, so all along I have just assumed if I made it to my due date, I would be induced. Not. Turns out when you are attempting a VBAC you cannot be induced because the Pitocin causes too much stress on the uterus and it is too risky. I got that news last week, and was a little floored. I hate being taken by surprise like that.

I am trying to stay positive by hanging on to the hope that I may go into labor on my own before next Tuesday, and also trying to accept the fact that I may not, and may end of with another C-Section delivery. It makes me really sad to think about the C-Section, not because it was that horrible with Avery because it really wasn't, but because if I have two C-Sections that will be the only way I can deliver from now on and I will never have had a baby. 

It might sound dumb, but I feel like I will be missing out on something if I never deliver a baby normally. I'm just having a hard time accepting what is. Praying for strength, patience, and mostly faith.