Saturday, April 7, 2012

And then there was four

Tomorrow marks our little Egan's one week birth-day milestone.  Time seems to be flying by!  So much to say... and so little energy to say it.  Actually at this point I really can't complain at all. So far, we have a very good little baby in our home, and our entire family has settled in very quickly. Rory loves his little "baba" or his "Agan", and we're all actually getting a pretty decent amount of sleep.  I do remember from the first time around though, these things can change very quickly.

Our sweet little Egan was born at 2:03pm on Sunday April 1st.  If someone told me a month ago we would have an April baby I would have told them they were crazy.  After spending the entire month of March feeling like I was going into labour at any minute... I will tell anyone and everyone, that when a doctor tells you that "this could happen any day", they really have no idea.  Case in point.

Egan's birth story is a little less dramatic than Rory's induction tale... but probably will be the one closest in my mind if we are ever crazy/insane enough to have a third. I'll tell you why.

Saturday morning (the 31st - and 3 days over due), I woke around 3am with pains that definitely felt like labour. Having never done this before (gone into labour on my own), Peter and I tried to remember as much as we could from our pre-natal classes two years ago, and began timing my contractions.  As they began to get closer together we called the labour and delivery floor at the hospital to ask them what to do? They told us to come in, so we arrived around 7am and I was SO excited that it was FINALLY happening.  With my bag packed and resting at my feet as I was examined, wouldn't you know it... my "labour" stops.  Just. like. that.  Gone.  No more contractions.

I was devastated. It was false labour.

Fast forward maybe ten minutes later and the on call obstetrician comes in to examine me further, and actually says these words "Your baby is still super high honey. Like way up in North Bay high",  "This isn't happening today, and probably not tomorrow either".

Total devastation.

Embarrassed, and so so disappointed we went home.  Actually we didn't go home, we went for a huge walk and had a lovely family lunch and sunny drive through the country. All the while I was feeling that I honestly could be the one woman who would be pregnant for the rest of her life.

I continued having "contractions" through Saturday and Saturday night, and on Sunday at about 4am they were definitely A LOT stronger and very regular.  MUCH stronger than the early morning before.  We called the hospital again and the nurses told us to come in and on our way out the door my water broke.  YES!!! This is FINALLY REALLY happening.

So I will spare you a great deal of the details but in nut shell my epidural didn't work, and after about 8 hours of labour I have a whole new respect for anyone that truly does child birth "naturally". 

Especially by choice.  

But... I will tell you that I feel REALLY good for one week post birth and THAT apparently is the plus side of not having a ton of drugs in your body and a local anesthetic. I walked to my room 25 minutes after delivery and felt really quite good considering what had just happened.  I'll leave it at that, but I should say how AMAZING the hospital in Almonte is. What a dream compared to Mount Sinai. 

So the good part... Egan is just the sweetest little thing. He is a very content little baby and break your heart cute if I do say so myself.  He looks a lot like his older brother did as a baby, but like at 6 weeks old when Rory was a similar size.  So many crazy thoughts go through your head in pregnancy, especially when you're adding to your already happy family.  Will I love this baby as much as the perfect one I already have?  Will having another baby make Rory feel left out, or put aside?  What if we have a boy, will that be hard?  Does having a boy already make me want a little girl? And then what if it is a boy? How will we manage with two?

And then this little face is here and staring up at yours. This little precious person is put in your arms, and you instantly love them just like your first. Just like before, you love them like you have never loved anything before.  And you're so happy that THIS baby is yours.

Egan is the perfect addition to our family.  We are so excited for these two little boys to grow up together. Now that he is here, we have been told by so many how awesome it is to watch two little boys grow side by side. We honestly could not be happier. Everything works out as it should be.

I'll have more updates as we travel through this baby phase again, but one week down and the four of us seem to be keeping it together quite well.

Some of our favourite pictures to share.

Rory seems like such a big boy now!!! He is almost 22 months and so much fun!

He's ALL about his trains...

Floating on his back in the tub!
If it isn't trains, it's trucks these days.
loving time with daddy while he's off

Maiden voyage in the double stroller together!

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