So it has been a while since my last post because you know life happens so one gets busy. I’ve decided to continue to prove myself that I’m capable of doing anything and as much as I want as long as I set my mind to it. In this case it means to continue to share through my blog which means better juggling life. Anyway, this post is about when the time came to meet our new family addition. This is baby number 3 and people keep thinking I pretty much I’m a pro at it, but oh boy, little do they know!
The moment I hit 38 weeks, I went on a freak out stage. I had been cooking our stud muffin in the oven for 38 weeks with its ups and downs, but it was all coming to an end any minute really. I knew I was pregnant for quite some time and I also knew there was going to be a delivery time. Until this point my concern was making it to the hospital on time. With baby no. 1 my water broke so I was admitted without any contractions and it took over 24 hours and a complicated delivery until the moment we met our little man. With baby no. 2 we barely made it to the hospital… really! Labor moved quite fast and it all happened at home within a few hours. By the time we arrived to the hospital, our princess had already crowned and I was just holding her in there until we were able to make it to the delivery room. My only concern this time was a fast labor and not enough time to get to the hospital. Unlike my first deliveries, the hospital this time was not a 5 minute drive away without the need to even get on the freeway. Since we moved, this time the hospital was a 25 minute drive away with no traffic and because it is in the middle of the Silicon Valley, the traffic can easily turn into a 1 hour +. So like I said, until this point my only concern was not having a baby on the side of the freeway during peek commute hours.
So about that freak out stage. Our bodies are amazing! Like, really, really, amazing! If you are woman reading this, give yourself a pad in the shoulder cuz girl your body rocks! I am Catholic, which means I believe our Almighty grants us the blessing to assist him in the miracle of life. He has created our bodies so perfectly that for gazillion of years, we have reproduced and delivered gazillion of babies without the technology and comfort we have these days. And while our bodies really know what to do, complications happen. This is where the freak out stage comes into play. A few weeks before my due date, I started to freak out like big time! Yes, our bodies know how to push that baby out, but is still painful. Again, this is the kind of pain that your body knows and will handle, but it is pain at the end of the day. I was suddenly worried that it would hurt more than I could take, or that the delivery was going to be hard, or even that a C-section would be needed. I was worried about what my body would look and feel after. I was worried every minute for the last weeks.
But then the time came. The baby was going to join us. It was 5 days prior to my due date. I started feeling contractions around 1:30am. I got up, used the bathroom, turn the TV on, while the contractions stayed. It was a bearable pain at that point. Not so frequent, 7-9 minutes apart. I started watching “Friends” on Netflix because that’s what I did with my second one. The pains grew longer, stronger, and more often. I called the advise nurse line because that’s what they asked you to do. It was 4:30am at this point. The nurse said to wait until they were a bit closer in time, so continue to track them for another hour and to call back. She also said to drink more water which I did. At exactly one hour after, I called and told the nurse that the contractions were stronger and longer and closer. She said to come in to check if it was “the” time. So I woke up my husband, told my mom we were leaving so she knew she had to take my other two kids to school that morning, and we left for the hospital. It was luckily early enough that there wasn’t a lot of traffic. We arrived around 6:20am.
My contractions were 4-5 minutes apart, and lasted 50-60 seconds. The doctor checked and I had already dilated 6 cm which I meant I could stay in because the labor was active. Yay! We had made it to the hospital with enough time. I could cross my first concern off the list. We settled in and waited until it was time. About two hours in the pain was pretty bad and I opted to take the Epidural. No shame on it! I mean why should I? It helped me to handle the pain and that’s all I needed for a reason. Two hours later, around 10:25am, our son was born. Aiden had arrived! The labor wasn’t as short as I hoped, but it was definitely not bad. The best part was that it was a perfect delivery so no stitches or anything else was required. He was here! He was so tiny and so perfect. The fear that had been haunting me over the last weeks was gone. All I could feel was joy, and love, and yes tiredness. My body was tired and in a bit of pain after the delivery, but looking at his face, holding his little hands, touching his little toes made it all worth it.
Motherhood is not easy. It also doesn’t happen to everyone. And not everyone who experiences it actually deserves it. But when you really want to be a mom, when you wish to be blessed with it, when you know is an expression of love, motherhood is the best. Pregnancy has its ups and down. I know more than one woman who had such a rough pregnancy and/or delivery they decided never to have kids again, and I get it. It is not easy, it is painful, but I promise you being a mom is so amazing. Amazing is so many things which I think is why is a good way to describe. Good luck if you are a preggos reading this. I wish you an easy and fast labor.