Our second precious girl has arrived! Here is her birth story.
From the very beginning, I expected the worst with my second pregnancy and delivery. It all went so smoothly the first time, so I was bound to have a horror story to tell with baby number two. Fortunately, that’s not what happened. In fact, my labor the second time around was almost identical to my first.
Here’s how Little M made her way into the world
After a fairly smooth, uneventful second pregnancy (minus the typical pregnancy woes – morning sickness, fatigue, insomnia, backaches, general hormonal crankiness), I started getting anxious for the arrival of our little one much earlier. In my mind, once I hit 30 weeks, it was just a matter of time before I’d be holding another baby in my arms. The nesting instinct kicked in HARD, but with Queen C at home and a ton of work to get done on the blog so I could take time off after the birth, I felt like I always had a to-do list a mile long trying to prepare the nursery, Queen C’s new room, and everything else that comes along with the arrival of a newborn. Mr. Table had to keep reminding me that it didn’t matter if there were pictures on the wall or a new duvet in Queen C’s big girl room since she wouldn’t be moving in for a few months after little sister’s arrival anyway. His reassurances helped, if only a few moments. By the time I hit 38 weeks, I had all of the important things squared away. My hospital bag was packed, I had the newborn things down from the attic and washed, and a few meals stashed away in the freezer, so I felt I could breathe a little easier. (Figuratively, of course, because at that point baby was up in my lungs, making actual breathing a little bit harder!)
The night before little M arrived, I had a feeling she’d be coming. So I wasn’t surprised when I felt a contraction around 2 in the morning. And then another.
Just like with Queen C, I never had any Braxton Hicks contractions, and when I felt the first one, somehow I knew it was the real thing. The rest of the day played out eerily similar to the day Queen C was born. Knowing I’d be unable to sleep, I got up, made some tea, and parked myself on the couch with a notepad to start timing contractions. By 4 AM, they started coming every 5 minutes for a little under 1 minute each, so I woke Mr. Table up just before 5 and told him to start getting ready. I showered, called our sweet friends who had volunteered to watch Queen C while we went to the hospital (bless them!), and tried to eat breakfast between the contractions, knowing I’d be starving later that day. We headed to the hospital right at 6.
Once at the hospital, we waited in triage for almost two hours, just like with Queen C. My contractions had spread farther apart, but what they lacked in frequency, they more than made up for in intensity. I silently pleaded for the residents checking on me to admit me to labor and delivery. I knew I was having a baby that day. Finally, once I progressed 3 cm in a matter of about an hour, I was admitted.
Oddly enough, I was taken to the same hospital room where I delivered Queen C, where I was hooked up to an IV and given an epidural (praise the Lord!), and then the waiting game started. Since it was a Sunday, my OB (who I adore) was out of town, and another doctor would be delivering my baby. The male attending physician, who worked in my OB’s practice, had the bedside manner of a rock. I’d seen him once before for one of my checkups but didn’t really care for him, so I was relieved when I found out a sweet female resident who had been in and out all morning would be doing the delivery.
I drifted in and out of sleep until my water broke around noon. Shortly after, I started to get the feeling that I was ready to push. The resident came in to check on me, and sure enough, we were ready to have a baby!
Two easy rounds of pushing later, little M made her entrance into the world at 1:30 pm! Mr. Table and I both breathed a big sigh of relief when she let out a wail (unlike Queen C had, resulting in a little scare), and was placed on my chest for some immediate bonding time.
And just like that, we became a family of four.
After two nights in the hospital, we were able to return home, where my mom had arrived to help take care of all of us. We’ve been getting used to this new life with two kids under two years, and it certainly has it’s challenging, but I wouldn’t trade this sweet new life for anything. Though she’s been here for such a short time, Little M already fits so perfectly into our world.