Any parent will immediately understand how blown away I am by the fact that today is my youngest daughter’s THIRD (count them…three) birthday. If it is even possible, it seems like she’s growing faster than Corinne is. (possibly because you run around twice as much with two children)
Ashlynn didn’t behave nearly as well in my belly as Corinne! I ended up in the ER twice, once because she was a sleepy baby that didn’t move for HOURS at a time, and once because she decided to camp out on a major artery and seriously messed with my blood pressure.
As an aside, in order to save on $500 ER bills, I rented a fetal doppler monitor from Heartbeats At Home. It was very reasonable and actually really fun since anyone (Expectant grandmothers, etc) could listen to her heartbeat! I highly recommend it.
Towards the end of my pregnancy, I got really impatient. I was due June 10th, and school got out June 4th, so I knew that for every day that passed after the 4th, my maternity leave got one day shorter (my job offered no paid leave at all-except summer vacations!). My husband and I took a lot of looonnnggg walks around the neighborhood trying to get things “moving.”
I think what frustrated me most is that I had a TON of false labor, and every time contractions started to get regular everyone got all excited. (Everyone watches you like a hawk when you’re ready to pop. People call you for weird, spurious reasons just to see if you accidentally went into labor and forgot to tell them.) But after the umpteenth time of getting all excited, my preggo attitude turned to “either come or don’t but quit teasing!”
On June 7th, I’d been having contractions off and on all day but I was refusing to acknowledge them. My husband called and asked me to grab him his favorite take-out salad from Bob Evan’s, and I remember the waitress being annoyed because I got there at like 5 til ten and they were closing. That was when I felt my first pretty serious contraction, but I was annoyed with all the false labor so I ignored it.
I went home and basically had the worst night ever. When contractions weren’t waking me up, I was dreaming about going into labor (my body knew when it was go-time, even if my brain didn’t.)
When my husband woke up, I told him to call off work and take me to the ER. Nothing was super regular yet, but I was exhausted and scared that if this kept up, I wouldn’t have any energy for actual labor or pushing. My MIL came to watch Corinne and off we went.
The doctor told me I was on the very edge of active labor, so they admitted me and gave me a little pitocin. Pitocin is the devil, people. The DEVIL. Those contractions were horrible. The nurse came in to break my water (which usually makes labor faster but harder) and I looked at her and pointed to the pitocin and said “NO WAY until you turn THAT OFF.” I was curled (as best as you can curl when hugely pregnant) into a ball of misery, and it was time for the epidural.
As a side note, this is the first and only time I yelled at my sweet hubby during either of my labors. I felt a massive contraction coming and called him and he was texting and told me to hang on a second. I was like “PUT THE PHONE DOWN AND GET OVER HERE RIGHT NOW!!” But other than that, he was awesome
One thing they sometimes forget to tell you about the epidural is that it can fool with your blood pressure. Both times I’ve had one, it made me dizzy and light-headed for the first hour or so. Just FYI.
So epidural. Now wait, wait, wait. Second labors are not necessarily shorter than firsts. I went 17 hours with Corinne and almost 19 with Ashlynn.
This was an absolute textbook easy birth. I pushed for like 10 minutes and out she came. The doctor placed her on my belly and I cried. She was gorgeous! She had red hair! I spent my pregnancy thinking she would be a brunette. I remember that was the first thing the nurse said-look at all that red hair! I was up and walking around an hour after she was born. It was great!
Oh, about her middle name: my mother’s name is Cathy, and my MIL’s name is Lori. So we took the CA from CAthy and the RI from LoRI and made Cari! Plus, her name starts with A like mine, and my middle name is Lynn. So really she’s named after three people!