Who's ready for a second baby? I am!
Posted
Wednesday, March 05, 2008 1:57 PM
My son is 20 months old and I feel that it's the perfect time to start trying for baby #2. I have to admit though that I'm nervous and a little scared about the prospect.
With Jax my pregnancy went pretty smoothly. In the first trimester I had a small issue with my placenta (it was upside down or something along those lines) but it shortly righted itself. When my 9th month came I was very anxious to give birth. We had just bought a house and I was busy getting everything ready. I was so determined that I put together his crib by myself and reorganized everything I could get my hands on. I always knew that I'd be one of those women who went into the hospital for false labor because I was paranoid I wouldn't know what the heck was going on. And we went in on3 different occasions. The first they deemed me simply dehydrated; the second time they couldn't pinpoint a reason why I was having such strong contractions; the third time I had overexerted myself. My nurse told me that she fel I'd for sure have my baby before my due date given the last few visits.
A week after my due date I was pretty antsy. 3 days after that I was determined to give birth. When I woke up that morning I felt some small contractions andfelt that it was the same old ones that sent me running to the hospital earlier. I proceeded to go for my morning walk and felt them become more regular and intense. I called Andy and said that this could be it, I'd let him know when I wanted him to come pick me up. In the middle of my shower they got so intense I was curled up and bawling. Luckily my things were still packed and ready to go from our previous visits to the hospital so I was ready to go when Andy picked me up.
I was put on Pictocin to help speed my labor up and remained in labor for 27 hours. Luckily I also received an epidural so it wasn't so bad. wht was bad was when my epidural wore off the next morning. Finally the next morning I was close enough to being fully dilated that they let me start pushing. Oh my goodness it was such a relief to do that. If I could have kept on pushing, the pain wouldn't have been so bad. Unfortunately, Jax kept getting sucked back in and wouldn't come out. My doctor advised an emergency c-section to which I readily agreed. I was scared that something would go wrong if we waited any longer.
I was given another epidural before they cut me open. The nurse who was holding my hand was so wonderful. She explained every little thing to me and super nice. Jax wasn't breathing right away when they pulled him out because he had gotten some meconium in his lungs. He was whisked away after they sucked it out and was given shots to make sure he didn't get pneumonia. I slept like a log in the recovery room for about an hour before I was able to see him.
And now he's a healthy toddler who loves rampaging through the house an cuddling on our laps. I heard through the grapevine that the hospital in my town doesn't do VBAC's anymore because they're worried that the stitches from the previous c-section will get torn apart. In a way that makes me comfortable because then I can plan baby #2's due date and not have to worry about something going wrong. But in another way I'm sad that I probably won't naturally give birth.
In my place of work I've seen a handful of pregnant women and every time it makes me wistful to be pregnant again. I'm nervous that it won't be so easy to get pregnant again. With Jax it seemed that we talked about it and boom! It happened immediately. I'm not sure how much I'm looking forward to being paranoid every month that I am and then feeling the despondency when I'm not.
Hopefully next month we'll start trying. I am determined to go on the annual St. Patty's Day Run next weekend and after that I'm sure we'll loosely start trying. My birthday, our anniversary and two of our friends are getting married in April. One of my girlfriend's told me that she wants me to wait so we can get pregnant together. But my patience is waning and that maternal feeling is expanding and infiltrating every part of me.