I’ve set out to write this post soooo many times in the course of the past two months but with a baby that nurses every two hours or so, an energetic four year old and a boyfriend who just started his pre-season training, I haven’t had much time left for blogging. Truthfully I didn’t mind as much either because I really wanted to fully enjoy these first few weeks and just snuggle with my baby and my family. And it’s been soooo amazing but I’ve kind of been missing my virtual home as well, so here I am. I can’t promise to be back full time until Lara starts school again in September but I’ll try to stop by with a few post until then.
And the post I want to start with is my birth story.
So this baby boy of mine already has a penchant for adventure I think. For some reason he decided to flip in the 37th week and turned back up with his tushy down. After he was head down for most of my pregnancy, I was sort of hoping to have a similar delivery as I had with Lara but once we found out he was breech, a C-section naturally became a big possibility. After discussing it with my doctor and since Lev is my second baby we decided we would still try and deliver him naturally and avoid the C-section if possible. I was sincerely hoping that was going to be the case and I tried to mentally prepare myself so I would be able to give a 100% once the time came. When delivering a breech baby, the whole process needs to be very quick since the head is the last to come out. However, after having contractions every night for almost two weeks without them progressing to labor, I sort of figured we were going to just have to do a scheduled C-section. And then finally, on June 20th, our little baby boy decided it was time to get moving. The contractions got stronger and it seemed that we were going to be able to deliver according to plan. However, on June 21st after a full night of labor, lots of breathing, walking, playing Candy Crush (Vid) and figuring out, which position would make the contractions hurt less, and then ultimately an epidural, it became clear that a natural delivery just won’t be possible. By 10 AM or so labor stagnated completely as I wasn’t dilating anymore and the baby even climbed back up instead of dropping. And so, in the end, little Lev was born at 10.32 AM on June 21st via a Caesarean section.
Having a C-section is obviously an entirely different experience than a regular delivery and I admit I was quite afraid when it came down to it. Fortunately, thanks to my amazing doctor, everything went smoothly both for the baby and ultimately myself as well. I did, however, have a hard time immediately after. I was exhausted and in pain and I found it hard not to be able to hold the baby immediately and the fact that I couldn’t carry or change him for two days after that. On the other hand I was really happy that Vid got to do all of that first this time around so he was able to get that special experience that I had with Lara.
I will never forget the first moment they showed him to me though, so that I could give him a kiss before they took him to be with his daddy. He was and continues to be the most beautiful baby boy and at that moment I couldn’t have been more excited. I was so anxious to get to him and hold him. I almost forgot how just emotional giving birth is but at that moment it all came running right back. The elation, love and pure joy – it’s unlike anything else and I’m so grateful I was able to experience it all again.
We then spent, what seemed like hours in the recovery room before we were able to get to where Lev and I would be staying for the next few days. I still couldn’t really feel anything from below the waist but at this point I could already hold and breastfeed the little one so I was a bit calmer. I still remember thinking a lot about Lara as well in those moments. For some reason I was missing her like crazy, although it’s been less than a day since we told her we were going to the hospital.
Vid brought her in for a visit later that day so she could meet her baby brother for the first time. She was very cautious with him and kept saying how little he was but she still wanted to see if she could hold him immediately. I can’t say that Vid and I we were ever happier than to see our little family so complete at that moment.
The next few weeks were a bit touch and go and we’re still adjusting to our new life as a family of four with our good days and our “less good” days but I have to say one of the most beautiful parts for me is to see just how sweet Lara is with Lev and how he smiles back at her. The exhaustion, piles of laundry and an even more chaotic house than before – all that is temporary (I hope), but I’m hoping we’ll always feel as connected to each other and as loved as we do now.
Here are a few pictures from that day (and night), and just in case you feel like it, here is my first birth story of baby Lara. Yeah, that one was a lot easier!
Happy 2 months baby boy! You’re amazing <3