I wanted to post this earlier today. But it has been a busy one to say the least. I can't belive the day has finally come and my baby boy is turning one.
I knew it was coming, I knew since the day he was born I would have to plan this day. I made the invitation several weeks ago. I have been planning the "theme", the cake, the outfits. But now for the past week I have been consumed with thoughts and memories of that week - and the weeks to follow. We were surprised when we found out we were having another baby. I remeber so clearly the night I realized that I was pregnant. I was in bed, wide awake....sore boobs and upset tummy, angry for no reason what so ever...it was like the light bulb was flipped on. I picked up the test 3 days after Tommy's first birthday party, we were on our way home from the aquarium and I made Dan stop - I knew...I don't think I actually needed the test, but what the heck....peeing on things is fun right?
We were excited when we heard the due date - March 1st - we thought it could be fun to possibly have a leap year baby. Convinced this baby was a girl, I laughed....hard...to the point of tears when we were told...baby boy #2. And I was happy the clothes [from Tommy] I didn't keep I had passed on to friends...I would need them back.
Before I knew it the end of February was here and the contractions began. I so clearly remember late evening on the 28th feeling the contractions. I decided to try to sleep a little, Jack decided he was cozy and would stay a little longer. All that following week I walked laps around Walmart, RI Mall, Providence Place Mall, anywhere indoors where I could wander aimlessly. The contractions would come and go but nothing was happening.
The morning of March 6th I remember waking up to a contraction, but feeling ok. Better than I had in days. I had been pretty sick on top of being very pregnant, but this morning I felt good. I sent Tommy off with PopPop with enough clothes for the weekend, I sent Dan to work and got ready for a Non Stress Test.
Its amazing - I remember how I felt so vividly. It was unseasonably warm and sunny. I took a nice long warm shower, turn on some of my favorite music and just wandered around the house. The contractions kept coming, I didn't even realize how close they were until Dan had pointed out that I had been on the phone with him for less than ten minutes and I had already had two contractions. He decided to come home.
Deb [best midwife ever] had me come in to the office instead of the going for my NST. While there we confirmed that yup...he was finally on his way...and that my blood pressure does not change...ever...even when have contractions. Oh and we also discovered that I DO NOT like to be touched by random nurses in the hallway while having a contraction (seriously...wanted to hit her).
We went over to the hospital, things go blurry from here. Not my room, not my bed, not my home. It was cozy and yet too sterile, I couldn't get comfortable no matter what I did. I was happy when I finally decided to get the epidural. I was able to rest and relax. I was scared, with Tommy the epidural had caused his heart rate to drop, but I had been beyond exhausted and stressed and my blood pressure plummeted when I got the epidural that time. This time we were a little more prepared, I was better rested and better hydrated. Within an hour of the eipdural I was ready to push. I was tired, but excited. I was happy - I was going to meet my newest baby boy, my little Jack.
4:30 pm my baby boy was born. My littlest guy, smaller than his brother had been, but just as cute and just as loved.
I remember his little face, his little bum. He nursed like a pro and snuggled right in. He was my baby and I was his Mama.
March 6, 2008 I was blessed for a second time in my life
March 6, 2008 little Jackson David entered my life and I couldn't be happier!!
Happy Birthday Baby Boy!!!
It was a rough few months after Jack was born. It took me several weeks to get over my chest infection. I had to return to work before I was ready (7 weeks was not long enough). It took me a while to admit it, but I was fighting Post Partum Depression...but that is for a different post. Remind me someday I will tell you about it.