Turns out I was right on Tuesday night, my pre-labour was indeed active labour and the business was going down!
Born on July 26 at 7pm, at 7lbs, 7oz, our delicately gorgeous Abigail Mills was born and is rockin’ the triple sevens!
Her middle name is yet to be determined, and we could not be any more blissed out, in love and exhausted.
Hope is a fickle bugger, especially when its riding against the odds. Mine being the imminent possibility of back-labour.
It happened with my 1st birth and while I steered the positive course on training my mind and spirit for the chance that it would not happen again, one can’t hypnotize a herniated disc. However slight.
So. Just like with my 1st, I made it to 5cm. dilated when shazam – hello back-labour. For anyone who’s ever had the delight in this, you know it’s like cervical serges times a thousand. Not knocking those contractions, but yea. Welcome to the darker side of hell.
Anyhow, not wanting to compromise a positive birthing experience in the name of a natural birth – I made the same call as last time. Epidural. With no huge feelings of disappointment or failure. A rarity it seems. Of which I’ll dive into with more breadth when I share this…
I am so glad we documented with photos and video. Stay tuned within the next few days for the full monty. I’m talking about disclosure, not full-on visuals. For now, here she is!
Bright Eyes 1 of 7
Nom Nom Nom 2 of 7
Daddy’s Girl 3 of 7
My Support Team 4 of 7up to no good...
Proud Mama 5 of 7
Vintage Babe 6 of 7a summer seersucker was the only way to go...
Bliss 7 of 7
That zen place new parents envision? Not so much. Our poor lad (21mo.) stayed with Gran & Pappa overnight, with plans to come and meet us at the hospital to meet his new little sister and come home all together.
As the fates would have it, he woke up vomiting and stayed as such all day. We of course wanted to be together as a family as soon as possible, knowing that our little guy needs to be with mom and dad when he’s sick and that a major change/addition had come into his life.
We felt it important to not be away from him too long. After a lengthy talk with our midwife and nurse, we were assured that wee Abby has my immunity from all the good colostrum she’s been taking in and it would be very unlikely that she get sick.
So we braved the storm and Wyndham came home, where he belongs. A round of upchucks later (all over his brand new rug I might add), and all is well(ish) in our rowdy house.
I’ll be moving on over to Baby’s First Year within the next few days as I transition from being pregnant to life with my newborn (and toddler). Hope to see you there! In the meantime I have a few more things to share over on this side of the realm. For now, I’ll get back to BF’ing, sweet dreams to those of you who might get some tonight!