If you follow me on instagram, you might have seen that at my 36 week checkup, baby Harry was in a breech position; my OB-GYN automatically schedules c-sections for breech babies so I was determined to get him to flip so that I could avoid major surgery. I attempted everything from acupuncture to odd-looking floor exercises but to no avail. I reluctantly accepted my c-section fate planned for April 15th and moved on with life; this is not the birth I had envisioned and frankly, the thought of surgery scared the hell out of me--a c-section had never even crossed my mind. However, I reminded myself that it's not about the journey, it's about the destination and I just wanted the baby to arrive into this world safely.
I felt pretty good throughout my pregnancy; I went into work last Monday thinking it was my last week before the c-section and maternity leave. When I went to bed that night, I woke up at 2AM with constant contractions; they weren't painful or frequent enough to take me to the hospital but they were consistent. They lasted a full 24 hours (every 10-15 minutes) until midnight struck on Wednesday morning and that's when they really started to really hurt. I had many conversations with my OB office throughout the day and finally I decided I was going to the hospital--if they sent me back home, so be it.
I arrived at the hospital around 2:30 AM in tons of pain. I couldn't sit still--walking was my only relief (I'm sure I scared the other couple in the waiting room as I writhed in pain during each minute contraction). The nurses in triage hooked me up to monitors, ready to check to see if these were actual labor pains or a false alarm. When they tried to see how far I was dilated, they felt an ankle (YIKES, it was alarming to say the least!) and realized that this baby had to come out--and fast. I was rushed and prepped for surgery; an hour later, Baby Harry Stevens was born at 3:54AM.
We're now home and adjusting to life with our newest family member. Jerome is loving his little brother (seriously, it's the cutest) while Eric and I are adjusting to short intervals of sleep. In addition, I'm recovering from the c-section and while it wasn't nearly as bad as I thought it would be, bouncing back has been no small feat. I'm not nearly as mobile as I was at even 9 months pregnant and I have to remind myself to take it slow--it's only been a week since surgery! Once I cook/bake/DIY/shop/wear normal clothes again, you'll all be the first to know, but for now, my life consists of getting to know my little bundle of joy. Hopefully I won't be away from the blog for too long, but in the meantime, keep up with me on instagram.