Needless to say, there has been a lot going on lately in the Jandernal household. It is such a huge change and adjustment to go from one toddler to one toddler and a newborn baby. Huge! The past three months have been both so difficult and so great. I still have to pinch myself some times to make sure it's real when I think of how blessed we are to have two wonderful, healthy children. And just as I always dreamed of - a boy and a girl two years apart. I have no idea how we got so lucky!
I'll rewind all the way back to Emily's birth story. Just like B, she decided her due date would also be her birthday. I had my 40 week doctor appointment at 11:30 that morning where my doctor (who I was meeting for the first time that day due to having to transfer to a new practice at 30 weeks) said the baby was measuring fine and heartbeat was good. We had talked about picking a date to induce the following week but after a quick sonogram to check for fluid levels she decided we should induce that day because of how low the fluid level was. Of course I start panicking thinking something is wrong but she said to go home, eat lunch, and then head over to the hospital. I texted Dan and told him it was go time! I was really nervous about everything because I really didn't think we'd be having a baby that day (I had just been at work a couple hours ago) and the last thing I wanted to do was eat but I knew that if I didn't eat then there would be no chance to do so until the baby came and I was expecting that wouldn't be until late evening or the next morning.
We arrived at the hospital around 2:00 and got settled in our room at 2:30. Baby sounded great on the monitors and was moving around a bunch. By the time they hooked me up to the monitors my contractions had started on their own and were steady but not too bad. My doctor arrived around 3:30 and broke my water as the pitocin was started. She left thinking nothing would happen for a while. Boy was she wrong! The contractions immediately started getting stronger and at that point my mom arrived. Dan was going to leave the hospital and get lunch somewhere but I told him I'd feel better if he just went down to the cafeteria instead. Good call or he may have missed everything!
I asked for my epidural and I knew from delivering B that you need to go through one bag of fluid in the IV before they will administer the epidural. That might be the slowest drip ever and seeing how much pain I was already in, the nurse turned it up so we'd get through it faster. By the time Dan got back with lunch in hand it was finally time for the epidural. He had missed the escalation of pain so I don't think he was ready for what he walked into. And the poor anesthesiologist - I think I traumatized him a bit. You know those crazy screaming women in labor you see on TV shows and in the movies? Well, that was me. I had no idea the pain could become so unbearable so quickly. I remember painful contractions with B but as soon as the epidural was in everything was great. The epidural went in but did not work at all because everything was progressing so quickly. The nursing staff could not believe how fast everything was happening and of course my doctor was not there.
The nurse tried to get me to breath deeply instead of scream with the pain but I wanted nothing to do with breathing methods. I just needed to get the baby out. I really didn't think I could keep going but at that point you really don't have any other option. My doctor arrived so I was finally able to push and Emily was born at 5:45. The doctor and nurse thought it was great I could say that I had a natural delivery with no meds - I did not find the humor in this one bit. Of course when they placed Emily on my chest the pain was gone and we were finally able to meet our beautiful little girl. But oh my goodness I would not wish that pain upon anybody else. I imagine if you go in wanting a natural childbirth then you'd have all your breathing methods down and be prepared. All I was prepared for was some serious pain meds. But as long as the end result was a healthy baby I'm OK with everything.
Emily was wonderful that first night. Since there was no nursery in the hospital she was in our room the entire time and we were actually able to get some sleep, she only woke up every three hours to eat and then went right back to sleep. Everything went so well they actually let us go home the following evening.
Then things got real. Emily decided she would eat ALL night long. I did not get one minute of sleep that night while Dan slept on the couch so he could get some sleep and take care of Bradley the next day. That's when we learned that the easy baby we delivered at the hospital instantly changed into an incredibly high maintenance and demanding baby as soon as we got home.
I was prepared for her to be hungry every three hours with sleep in between as Bradley had done. Oh no, there was no three hour break. She must not have gotten the baby memo stating that babies are supposed to be on a three hour schedule. Dan slept on the couch for the majority of my 12 week maternity leave because we figured at least one of us needed to be functional for Bradley and since I was the one with the food Emily and I "slept" in the master bedroom.
The days weren't much better because the only thing Emily was a fan of was being held. She did not like the bouncy seat or the Rock 'n Play or really anything. The only thing she would tolerate was the swing so that was moved into the bedroom as her bed. It's still there.
Things did of course eventually get easier but it took a long time. Afternoons/evenings were terrible as that's when she really only wanted to be held while you stand up or walk around. Of course we also had Bradley who needed to eat and play and have our attention too so it was a challenge.
I was also pumping because Emily would always doze off while nursing and I just couldn't sit there and feed her all day and night. Pumping became another challenge because it takes so much time to both give Emily a bottle and then pump. I usually had to do both at the same time which was a challenge to say the least. But my supply was great so that made it worth it 100%. And then I got my first clogged milk duct. Wow, that was not fun. If you've never had one here it is in a nutshell - you feel like you have the flu for a day, which for me was chills/shaking and then sweating and throwing up here and there. And then I got three more clogged ducts in the next two weeks. Between the time it took to pump and the time I was sick in bed we came to the decision that the best thing for our family as a whole was to give up the pumping. It was such an emotionally difficult decision to make but I knew it was the right one. The stress of having to find the time to pump and wondering if I would wake up sick every morning was gone and I had more time to spend with Bradley. Emily has been on formula for a week now and is doing great so I don't have any regrets.
Now I'm back at work and we are adjusting to our new schedule. It is not easy but all we have to do is look at our sweet, precious children to know there is no sacrifice too large and every sleep deprived night is completely worth it.
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{the little loves of my life}
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