It all started on Sunday (12/22), Joey was fine in the morning but when I tried to give him breakfast he took a turn for the worse. He actually fell asleep on my lap while sitting at the kitchen table at 1030am. He didn't sleep long but was so whiny and really seemed to not feel well. We spent the day on the couch with him and he slept on and off on me all day. Would not eat or drink anything either. Completely not Joey. All I could think was if I go into labor today I will have to leave my little boy who is basically attached to my lap because he feels bad.
Steve came home from showing the Bham house and we decided to give him some Tylenol. He felt a little warm and I figured if he was having any aches or pains maybe that would help. He finally ate some pizza and salad with us and then crashed on Steve on the couch. Anyone that knows Joey, knows he does not just fall asleep anywhere regardless of how tired he is. He woke up and ended up back on me. I was having some stronger period like cramps and told my mom I was a little worried. Joey did a complete 180 and was walking around, chasing Hugo and snacking on everything at like 730pm. I was relieved he felt better but still nervous about how I was feeling.
Steve helped me with bath time and I told him I was feeling pretty crampy and he decided to call his mom to just give her a heads up to keep her phone by her in case we needed them. I got Joey bathed, started crying because I was just scared and thinking in my head this was possibly the last night I would be giving Joey a bath without a newborn to care for and then when I gave him his bottle and rocked I was crying. I just felt like this was the last time everything would be the way it's been for so long and we were in for a big adjustment. I know all families go through this when adding a sibling to the mix, but it's a lot to process!
After Joey went to bed, I decided to go to bed too since I was planning to go into work on Monday. I woke up at 1am and felt like the cramping was getting stronger. I started timing them, even though I wasn't sure what I was doing because I never had contractions with Joey until we were in the hospital, already admitted and my water had broke at home. I noticed they felt stronger and were getting a little closer so I woke Steve up and said we needed to go to the hospital. I called the midwife's office and told them I wanted to go to the hospital and they planned to meet me there. Unfortunately only the doctor was on call so I didn't get to deliver with a midwife. My parents came to our house to stay with Joey and we headed out. I told them we would probably be back since I was feeling better since getting up but still wanted to make sure.
We got to the hospital about 1:45am and I was checked in triage. I was 6-7cm, 80-90% effaced and my water was close to breaking. I was admitted. Steve told our parents we were staying and the show was started. Got to the delivery room and the nurse asked if I wanted them to break my water or wait it out. I didn't want to force my body to do something it wasn't quite ready to do so I declined. I labored in bed and on the ball when I started to get more uncomfortable and in more pain. Dr. Stark checked me and said I was at 9cm and 100%. I was getting really tired like I did with Joey and told Steve I didn't think I could do it without an epidural. So they called the anesthesiologist and I got the epidural. However, I really don't think it did anything. Steve said he didn't think they even plugged it into the meds until the second to last contraction before Johnathan was born. I had this crazy urge to push while laying on my side and suddenly my water broke all over. They were trying to get me and the bed linens cleaned up and I had another strong urge to push and resulted in this feeling that the baby was literally coming out. I yelled that the baby was coming and the doctor stood up and checked and sure enough the head was almost out so they were telling me to stop pushing. I literally couldn't and told the doctor as such. I tried to hold back but my body was in control. I gave another little push and Johnathan was born at 4:30am. Steve announced it was a boy and I was shocked!! They put him on my chest immediately and he was quiet and just looking around. It was amazing. This little 7lb 5oz, 20 inches long miracle was here and I had another baby boy to love, care for and watch grow up with his big brother, Joey.
While the doctor stitched me up (a very small tear), Steve was with Johnathan while he was cleaned up and checked over. They brought him over and he immediately latched on. So much better than with Joey. Johnathan continues to be a great nursling. Makes my life a lot easier.
Although the delivery experience wasn't nearly as great as with Joey, it wasn't too bad. I just wish I could have delivered with the midwives. Since I knew more of what was going on it wasn't bad but I definitely had a better experience the first time around.
Welcome to the world baby Johnathan Lawrence!!!!
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