**WARNING.. this article contains what some may call TMI (AKA too much information) when it comes to pregnancy. If you’re not comfortable with that I suggest you not read any further. **
WELL! If ya’ll read my last baby post, my due date came and went… and went… and went. It was a little over a week past my due date and I was beyond miserable, uncomfortable and again, a checking my crotch every 15 seconds hoping my water was going to break at any time. Thankfully at my last dr appointment I was offered to have my membranes stripped. If you’ve never gone through this (which at the time I hadn’t) it’s when your Dr will stick her fingers on up in “there”, stretch out your cervix a bit and dislodge the webbing-like membrane that connects the bag of waters to the cervix. Removing this nasty-ness will tend to release hormones that will trigger contractions and therefor onset labor. This sounded AMAZING considering I was uncomfortably over due and was also told that I couldn’t be induced for another week. Of course, as it was happening my ZERO pain tolerance was smacking me in the face since having a your insides scrambled REALLY doesn’t feel good.
After being voluntarily violated in hopes my baby would appear, I headed to the mall, walked around for 2 hours, spent a little money and ended my alone time with a pedicure that was grrrreat! I then headed home feeling a bit crampy and un-comfy which weirdly enough was an awesome feeling and kept my fingers crossed that there were more to come. Sure enough, 9pm rolled around and I was contracting like crazy! A small part of me sort of started to regret my decision since this crap REALLY hurt but I had to remember it’s all leading up to my little one being in my arms.
Midnight rolls around and the hubs decides it’s time to hit the road and head on into the hospital. Thankfully we did since by the time we got there my contractions were super close together and I was really starting look forward to an epidural. I think the most amazing thing about the birth process is of course the wonderful little life we end up with after it’s all done, but also the amazing amnesia-like ability it gives us women to totally and completely block out the crazy pain that ensues when pushing something the size of a watermelon out of a very small hole.
After close to 12 hrs in labor and thankfully just 20 min of pushing our little surprise bundle arrived on August 16th! IT’S A GIRL!! We welcomed a gorgeous, healthy and a tad bit chunky baby girl into the world. Like clockwork, my thoughts of all pain were wiped from my memory and all I could see was this sweet little babe. My hubby and I both smiled and cried at each other and it finally hit me; this was the LAST time I would be experiencing this feeling. We had decided that 3 children would be enough for us and this baby would be completing our family. Of course, this made me cry even more knowing I would never be pregnant again or welcome another child into the world. However, it also made this birth a little more bittersweet.
After almost 4 years of not having a baby in the house, I’d forgotten how tiny and completely dependent infants are. We are so excited to have our little girl home with us and my other kiddos are soaking up having a little sister. Of course just when you think your home and getting settled into your new, complete life your husband says ” So you’re sure you don’t want to try for one more boy? I mean this one is so cute we could have one more!”
Do you have a magic number when it comes to kids? How many would you like to have?