We welcomed little baby Steven into our family last Tuesday on 2/24/15. He’s already such a treasure! I’ve taken a lot of photos with my “real” camera and I’ll be sharing some of those too, but I wanted to go ahead and post some of the recent iphone photos I’ve taken. It’s so hard to believe that this time last year, we had no children, and now we have two! Emma and Steven are exactly 10 months and 27 days apart. They seem so very different right now – Steven with his floppy head and sleeping all the time and Emma crawling around everywhere and getting into everything – but I know that in about a year or so, they’ll be able to play and start becoming lifelong friends.
I was so lucky with this labor. With Emma, I was in labor for 3 days, went to the hospital twice, horribly painful back labor, etc. And with Steven, I went to the hospital Monday night to check and see if my water bag was torn and perhaps leaking a little. I would’ve just gone to my doctor’s office, but they were closing for the day. So, my doctor told my to go to the hospital to get it checked out, but we were both pretty certain that it was probably fine. I was just patting myself on the back for being mature enough to get it checked out. Anyways, much to my surprise, it turns out my water had, in fact, broken and so they needed to keep me and induce labor since it’s unsafe for the baby to stay in there if the bag is torn. So, I called my amazing doula who came and stayed in the room overnight with us, they induced me, gave me an epidural, and that was basically it. I didn’t sleep well because Emma was there with us too – we’d packed up her travel crib and brought it since we didn’t really have a plan in place (my mom wasn’t due to arrive until 2 days later), but she didn’t sleep too well. By morning I was fully dilated, my doctor arrived, and I pushed for about 10-15 minutes and he was here! No pain, never really went into labor… and what’s crazy/awesome is he’s just as easygoing as his birth was. Probably the hardest part of the whole thing was how mentally unprepared I felt for him to be arriving. At least with Emma, having bad contractions and actually being in labor, I knew she was on her way, I had several days to adjust to the idea, and I was in enough pain that I wanted very badly to give birth. With Steven, arriving 8 days early, with no contractions, I got kind of scared. I just didn’t feel ready. Our house wasn’t ready yet. His bassinet wasn’t set up yet. I was shocked to be staying in the hospital and having a baby. It probably wasn’t until I held him that it felt really real. However, as I write this, today is his due date, and I can’t imagine him having waited an extra week. He was definitely born exactly when he was supposed to be and I couldn’t be more grateful.