While it’s scary in the moment when you don’t know how things are going to play out, in hindsight my labor really couldn’t have gone any better.
For the majority of the time, I didn’t feel a thing and even when I did I thought it was manageable. The timeline was much speedier compared to Jackson, and while my blood pressure was initially a concern, it turned out to be fine throughout.
Pushing lasted about half an hour, a big improvement from 2.5 hours with Jackson!
This time around, I could feel when a contraction was starting so I had a better idea of when to push, rather than just relying on the machine (which apparently is a few seconds delayed).
At approximately 1:57 a.m., I thought I was just doing another regular push when I heard all the nurses reacting.
Wait, what’s happening??? Is the baby coming? Was the baby born?!
You’d think I know the answer. But I did not… and I’m pretty sure I even said that last one out loud…
Then I saw a baby in the doctor’s hands! And Justin announced: It’s a boy!!!
“No way!!!”
I was so surprised — I had been thinking girl — but was thrilled nonetheless.
“Another boy!!!”
I was also surprised that they then handed him straight to me. I wasn’t sure if that was really a thing or not. (Jackson had needed some immediate assistance so that didn’t happen with him.)
Enjoying our first little baby snuggles, I couldn’t get over how teeny his little body was.
He was perfect!!!
