I am pretty sure my baby fever is worse now than before I had this kid. I don’t know why because motherhood has not been easy. But surely, the next baby won’t be as hard as this one? And maybe a sibling would make this one easier?
When I took him in my arms, I remember the instant feeling of love wash over me. I was blessed to be one of those moms that fell in love with that baby from the first moment. I remember thinking that he was perfect and I was so glad that he was here, okay, outside. I had waited so long for him and here he was, a perfect, tiny 9 lb, 2 oz handsome boy.
They raised the drape and started to cut. I could feel the scalpel slide across my belly. It felt like cold fire.
All of a sudden, I was dilating quickly. While the doctor checked my cervix, I literally dilated from a 5 to a 10 in probably 10 minutes. The Dr. was amazed and told me to get my husband back to the hospital 10 minutes ago. I called, he wasn’t even home yet, he turned around and raced back to the hospital. And just like that, I was given the go ahead to push.
Just before 38 weeks, I woke up in the middle of the night with painful contractions. They were every 15 minutes apart. From about 3am to 8am, it was clockwork. Hubby woke up for work and I told him he might want to stay home. I called into work- today might be the day!
Week after week, no baby. Week after week, more googling. Week after week, more anxiety.
38 weeks, 2 days felt like the longest 10 years of my life. When you get to the third trimester, everyone tells you that pregnancy doesn’t last forever. You’ve made it- you’re swollen, everything hurts, you can’t sleep, you get up to pee every 10 seconds, every twinge sends you to the “What Does Labor Feel Like” articles.