And Then There Were Four

On Monday January 7th I woke up at 4 AM because I was sick. I have had this crappy head and chest cold  since Christmas. I couldn't sleep any longer knowing I had to wake up in an hour anyway. I had been having mild nonproductive contractions every few minutes but didn't think much of it. Figured it was because I was thirsty.


I got up and got in the shower making sure to be extra clean because I knew it'd be a day or so before I get to shower again. I got out feeling miserable and anxious. I woke Tom up, he did not want to get up. Lucas came downstairs around 5:30-6 looking at me confused because I was up and in the bathroom getting dressed.

After we got dressed we gathered all of our things and put them into the truck.

With Lucas I was not a least bit nervous walking out that door. That morning I was extremely nervous. I don't know but it's weird knowing you are going to the hospital to be sliced open. At least it is for me.

We drove to the hospital I could hear Lucas playing his DS in the backseat but for the most part the ride was quiet.

It was pretty cold that day but all I can remember is how hot I was. I went sans jacket and in flip flops while everyone else was bundled up.

We stood outside as Tom snapped a picture of Lucas and me. I wish we had taken more as a family but whatever should have could have would have.

When I make it to the window of Labor & Delivery she can't find my name. *sighs* We are asked to sit back down and wait. She calls me back up and explains we aren't on the schedule that we are supposed to be at another hospital.

Um. No we aren't. My insurance only covers this hospital people.

Chris arrives around this time while we sit in the waiting room. Then Bruce and her Thomas showed up to keep an eye on Lucas (and Chris). This allowed me to focus on the birth rather than worry about my kiddo I knew he was in good hands between the three of them.

They quickly fix the mistake and I fill paperwork out and soon I'm taken back to triage.

I'll tell you that room was so hot I could have died. They monitored his heartbeat and contractions, which were every 4 minutes and crazy they were happening even though they weren't productive.

Lucky for me the nurses who were with me were pretty amazing.

Even with the mix up we are set to go about 10 minutes later than we would have been. Not that it would have been on time hah. Still I was impressed we weren't late. They roll me back around 9:40a to get the epidural in.

It was quick and easy and soon I couldn't feel my legs, I was being secured to the table, and the anesthesiologist was asking if I could feel anything. I told him no. He chuckled, "Good because they've started." At this point I panic because Tom isn't there I look towards the door and the nurse says, "He's on his way."

I don't remember a whole lot from Lucas' c-section. I remember bits here and there because I was really out of it.

The tugging. Holy crap the tugging. I described it to Tom like putting a cup or bowl on your skin and suctioning it there then lifting it and moving it around. That's what it feels like but on a massive scale.

I'm doing okay nervous and overwhelmed at everything going on around me. Tom is holding my hand I think he senses my panic and is calming me down.

Then I hear the doctor say here he is and that he's a big guy.

She shows him to me and instantly tears fall. He's here. He's perfect.

The crying starts and I zone out focusing on him crying and not the tugging.

Tom is going back and forth from the baby to me. At one point he's standing there watching them sew me back together. Apparently my uterus was on the outside while they sewed it up. My doctor was amused he was watching no one stopped him.I couldn't look at him because I could see the reflection of my guts in his glasses and yea I did not need to see any of that.

Towards the end they finally got his weight. Everyone stopped.

10lbs 1oz.

Yep. I grew and carried a 10lb baby. He is exactly 2lbs bigger than his brother.

Holy cow.

Tom said he couldn't believe how big he was when they pulled him out.

Yeah I was carrying that around so now all of my complaints make sense.

Because he was over 10lbs they were worried about his blood sugar. They had to monitor it for 24 hours. We make it to recovery and they measure him 22in long. They check his sugar first time was good. Second time was not so good.

She pressures me to hurry up and feed him.

I get it I have to feed him and holy crap I want to but I can't feel anything I have large breasts and since I can't you know move to sit up it's dang near impossible for me to you know nurse.

Tom gets over there and we position the baby he's grabbing my boob and trying to help feed him. Well this kiddo is not interested whatsoever in nursing because you know he's high off surgery meds.

She pushes formula, which proudly I will say he wasn't interested in either.

His next sugar count is fine. *rolls eyes*

Once we are in our room things start to get a little weird for me. I'm on the epidural which has morphine in it. They give me Oxycontin and two percocets.

I'm in my own friggin world at this point. I'm nauseous and have this wicked tunnel vision going on.

It was awful.

Other than that

Once we got the nausea under control I refused to take the full dose of pain medicines this helped me a lot to focus on parenting haha.

Tom and Lucas spent the night with me both nights which wasn't planned but I welcomed tremendously  So to this day I have yet to spend a night away from Lucas. :) :) :)

Now Sam is a week old and all is going quite well. He's such a sweet baby. This time around we aren't terrified first parents so things are easier. We are focusing on snuggles rather than worrying about this or that.

We are however battling sickness. Lucas picked up a wicked cough the last two days which will probably result in a doctor's visit because it's not the same kind of cough it's different. Hopefully he doesn't spread it to Sam. He is breastfeeding so let's hope that helps protect him a bit.

Breastfeeding is also going well. I'm just now the last two days getting a bit sore but overall it's nothing like it was with Lucas.

Now for pictures :)

Samuel Thomas 

Wasn't a fan of the crying

First time seeing Sam

Holding his little brother the first time

My guys

First smiles :)