If I heard “walk that baby out” one more time I was going to lose it. I had tried everything, nothing worked. If it’s a form of natural labor induction, I tried it. Trust me. I walked for hours, hours. At 40 weeks I finally had to quit walking because it was causing me more pain than anything. I had been having “false labor” for over a month with very painful contractions. The walking with what I now know was a 10 pound baby became very uncomfortable. So I decided to keep waiting, what else could I do :/ At my next Doctor’s appointment I was ever so politely informed that I was carrying what they thought would be an 11 or 11.5 pound baby and a c-section would be my best bet. That was the absolute last thing I wanted. I have the tiniest little scar from an appendectomy 12 years ago and I remember the excruciating pain from recovery like it was yesterday. I could not imagine having that pain and feeling the soreness of that type of recovery on a larger scale. I also didn’t believe for one second that this baby would weigh more than 9 pounds tops. I was scheduled for induction on the 23rd, but woke up on the 18th with an overall funny feeling and sharp pains. I got up, got ready and went into labor and delivery to make sure everything was alright. Turns out I was pretty much in labor, this did not surprise me as I’d felt like I was in labor for the past month. They kept me there, monitored me and decided they would go ahead and admit me. Things progressed and before we knew it, Miss Evie had arrived Everything went smoothly and I did not have to have a c-section, hallelujah! The Doctor asked me how much I thought she weighed, I guessed 8-8.5 and he laughed. When they told me she weighed 10 pounds I laughed. I knew she was a chunky little thing, but wow!
I chose the “skin to skin” route this delivery and stared in amazement as I watched my sweet little girl take her first breath. Here is this precious baby who has spent the past 10 months growing in my belly and she just knows to start breathing? The only explanation is God. It is as though he breathes that first breath of life for all of his babies. Holding my newborn babies, staring into their innocent little eyes, is the closest I have ever felt to God. That kind of instant love is indescribable ♥
Throughout my labor, Chloe went back and forth from snuggling me in my hospital bed to sleeping on the pull out chair bed next to mine. I had always pictured things this way and couldn’t believe my 4 year old was so patient all night long. She was an angelic 2 and 3 year old, but these 4′s have really brought on the tantrums that leave her Dad and I staring in disbelief So you can imagine how happy I was to have her calm and well behaved in a hospital room for hours on end. She eventually went to the waiting room with my parents when it was time for delivery, after all she “didn’t want to be there when they take the baby out” LoL. We watched quite a few episodes of “baby story” on TLC together and she decided she wanted no part in that portion of this event.
We have been at home settling in as a family of four and loving every minute of it. I vividly remember my stress level being high when we first brought Chloe home from the hospital. I didn’t know what to expect and was completely overwhelmed. Knowing what to expect this time around, I feel exactly the opposite. I’m enjoying every late night feeding and all of the snuggle time. I remember how quickly this sweet newborn stage passes and I want to savor every second.