"I got baby!" Norah babbles A LOT but she has been a bit slow on actual words and prior to Wesley being born she hadn't strung any words together at all. She was mostly just saying "Bite" "No" basic simple words. Suddenly when Wesley was born she started to very obviously say, "I got baby!" and "It's baby!" When visiting at the hospital every time a nurse would walk into the room she would point at Wesley and say, "I got baby" You know... in case they didn't know ;)
She's a great big sister. She is trying to help and does a good job for he most part (even though sometimes it appears that she is trying to suffocate him). Like I imagined it is hard to give her the same amount of attention but she seems to be doing fine. The only attention issue so far is sometimes when I'm nursing him she tries to literally climb on top of me and as you may know it's a bit tough to nurse and have another kid trying to sit on your lap.
As far as Wesley goes, he's pretty much awesome. Mostly his only job right now is to eat, sleep, poop and look cute and he's doing well in all of those areas so he's rockin' this whole earth side thing.
Norah is much happier at the doctor when it isn't for her. Ignore her messy hair... it was an accomplishment just getting to the Pedi.
I can't believe he is already a week old today. This time last week I had my epidural and was waiting patiently to be fully dilated. On one hand I can't believe it was only a week ago that he was still in my belly and it feels like he's always been here - but then I also can't believe it's already been a whole week and it's went by so fast and I still look over and can't believe he is already here.
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At 2:35pm Tuesday, February 12th we became a family of four. I couldn't really ask for a better labor and delivery which was only 6 1/2 total hours and ended with only 10 minutes of pushing to bring him down and then one 5 second push to bring his whole self into the world. I thought my 40 minutes of pushing with Norah was short, but it was seriously incredibly fast this time.
It's of course and adjustment going from one child to two but we're enjoying having our little guy around and we're so glad he is finally here. Norah loves him and is walking around telling everyone, "I got baby!" She hasn't caught on yet that poking him in the eye isn't the best way to get to know him though :)
For those who like to read detailed birth stories:
If you'd rather not read step by step details I'd probably stop here ;)
My water was broken by 7:55am and I was 3cm. I immediately started having regular contractions about 3 minutes apart that were increasing in intensity. At 9am I got a low dose of pitocin to keep my contractions from tapering off. Not long after that my contractions got much more difficult to manage and seeing as I knew ahead of time that I wanted the epidural I went ahead and asked for it.
The nurse encouraged nubane first since I had a good experience with it the last time and simply because I wanted something immediate I agreed. Just as she had the vile of nubane in his hand ready to inject it into my heplock her phone rang and it was the anesthesiologist saying he was watching my contraction monitor remotely (I was the only one in the hospital in labor so I had plenty of attention lol) and since he knew I wanted the epi he said I was in a good position to go ahead and get one. I was thankful for that because my past experience showed that once I got the epi I dilated much more quickly and up to that point I had went an hour-ish with no progression, I was still at a 3. I then declined getting the nubane as I knew he'd be there soon and would rather not be loopy if I was getting the epi soon anyways. He was incredibly slow and it took him 45 minutes to get the epidural in and the meds started and if you have been in labor before I'm sure you know that 45 minutes is a long time to sit up straight and still is difficult while contracting. Finally just after 11am my epidural was placed and the meds were doing their job.
Right after getting the epidural I was checked again and was at 5-6cm. We chilled out for a little bit and I watched an episode of Full House (there isn't much on in the middle of the day on a Tuesday) and rested a bit. Around 1 I started feeling some pressure with each contraction. At 1:20 I felt a little bit of nausea, which is assume was me being in transition. I let them know and at 1:30 they checked me again because the pressure was getting more pronounced (my epidural was perfect in the fact that I felt no pain, but I could feel the pressure sensation) and I was at a 9 1/2 fully effaced. We decided we'd wait until I felt more pressure to check me again, so at 2pm I was checked again and I was still at 9 1/2. A few minutes later we decided to roll me on my side to help finish dilation and almost immediately I knew that he was ready. So I started pushing from 2:15-2:25 which was probably about 4-5 contractions until they all started yelling for me to stop immediately because he was suddenly deciding it was time to come NOW and the doctor wasn't there yet. They called her and told her to run. It took her 10 minutes which was probably the most difficult part of the whole thing - he was ready to be born and wasn't waiting for anyone. The doctor finally got there at 2:34 and with the next contraction I pushed for about 5 seconds before he was completely born at 2:35. I got to hold him right away and they didn't take him to be weighed or anything until after we were ready for that step. His scores were 8 & 9 (do any babies actually get a 10 on the scale, ever?!) He weighed 8lbs 3oz 19 3/4 inches long.
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I am 40 weeks 6 days pregnant today, which means no matter what the baby is coming soon one way or another. This is the longest I've been pregnant as with Norah I was induced at 40 weeks 4 days. It's so funny how when you hear a due date you count down to that day and for the most part assume the baby will be here by that date. February 5th came and went and I'm still here with a massive belly and plenty of back pain to go along with it. Surprisingly though I'm actually not feeling too bad. This pregnancy I didn't have the sciatic pain that I did last time and by the end of my pregnancy with Norah I was waking up every night with my right hand in pain and numbness due to pregnancy induced carpal tunnel. Thankfully I'm not experiencing those things this time around and for the most part I'm just ready to meet our little guy. So I'm feeling pretty good and aside from answering the questions of "Is he here yet??" "When are you going to have that baby??" no less than 108 times a day I don't have many issues with being overdue.
I'm ready to see what he looks like, ready to see if he in fact looks like his name is Wesley. I hope so because we don't have a backup name, so if he doesn't he may very well come home from the hospital nameless! Will he have the same incredibly chunky cheeks that Norah did does. Will he be a good nurser? Will he sleep well? Will he be baldheaded for months like Norah?
Then we get to my biggest consuming thought. How's Norah going to do with it? She didn't ask to be a big sister yet and she isn't old enough to realize or even begin to understand what it means when we say her baby brother is coming soon. I know she loves babies. She points to every baby in real life, magazines, ads and tv and says baby over and over. With that said, those babies aren't invading the life she's known. They aren't waking her up, or taking over mommy or daddy's lap. They aren't living in HER space. Is she going to like being a big sister? Will it be hard on her being a big sister so young? Will she love it and not even think twice about no longer being the only one?
On one hand I feel so much excitement about adding a second child to our family and all that comes with it. I know we can handle it and that he will bring us so much joy of course. On the other hand though I feel a sense of guilt. She will no longer get 100% of our attention 100% of the time. There undoubtedly will be times when she has to take a back seat because her brother's need is more important at the moment. Obviously there will be times that the scenario is switched as well. When Norah was a newborn there wasn't a toddler around so if she cried we could immediately tend to her needs immediately. There will be times when Wesley has to fuss a bit because his sister is climbing on top of something she shouldn't be and her need of getting to safety will take precedent over him waking up. I guess I just have a fear of one or the other feeling neglected at some point. I don't want them to ever feel like my love is divided among them, and instead that I just have enough for both of them.
I realize none of these things are new emotions. I'm not the first parent to feel this way and I certainly won't be the last. I'm also certain that if we eventually deicide to add a third child to our family I will feel the same way again. Most families survive adding a second child to the family and come out just fine and I'm sure we will too. I guess just like every other good parent that has ever existed I never want my kids to doubt for a second that I love them more than anything else in the world and that it doesn't matter if they were an only child or one of 5 I love them now as much as I did the day they were born.
That was a very all over the place post :) Hopefully the next time I have a post it will be filled with pictures of our family of four!
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