Hi there! Long time, no post! I have been busy adjusting to life as a mom of two and boy is it an adjustment! I wanted to chime in today to share with you the story of my sweet baby boy’s birth.
Tucker Louis Carli was born on August 3rd at 4:30am. His first name is my maiden name and his middle name is after Matt’s paternal grandfather. He is quiet, calm, and snuggly – totally the opposite of his big sister.
I was scheduled to be induced on August 4th, 4 days before my due date. I was induced with Lucy due to early Preeclampsia and it went really well, so I was a great candidate for induction this time too. I was feeling a little weird about it, like I was playing God or something. I was secretly hoping that I would go into labor on my own before and I got my wish!
My dad arrived on Tuesday night (August 2nd) at 10:oopm. That was about the time I started feeling what I now know were contractions. They felt very different from Braxton Hicks. It was more like period cramps very low in my stomach. I brushed it off at first, but by 11:00 I started secretly timing them because I didn’t want to stress anyone out. Matt went to sleep and I stayed up to chat with my dad. I crawledinto bed at around midnight and at this point my contractions were not consistent, but often enough that I was getting concerned. They were about 25-45 seconds long every 3-7 minutes and they weren’t that painful. I woke Matt up just so he was in the loop and I took a shower because I couldn’t sleep. In the shower I had two pretty painful contractions and decided it’s better to be safe than sorry. I had Lucy very quickly, so I didn’t want to play around and have an at home delivery this time around. I put on PJs, brushed my wet hair and Matt and I drove to the hospital at about 1:30am. Thank goodness my dad was there and could hang at home with Lucy.
At this point I really didn’t think I was in actual labor. We checked in and I turned down the wheel chair ride because I really wasn’t in that much pain. It was kind of fun to be in the hospital at night. It was peaceful and I felt like the staff was super attentive. They hooked me up to a few machines and checked my dilation. I was dilated to 4cm earlier that week at the doctor’s office and now I was almost at 6. So, just like that, it was time to have our baby! We were both in total shock. We were scheduled for an induction less than 24 hours later. Our birth photographer was scheduled, I was going to have my hair and makeup all pretty, and my family was all going to be there in the waiting room. This was not the plan little Tucker had though.
I immediately asked for an epidural because I know that can take some time. The anesthesiologist came in and was very nice and quick. Since I was having some pretty painful contractions at this point, the epidural didn’t hurt half as bad as last time. Thank you perspective! This epidural was completely different then the one I had with Lucy in more ways than one. My torso went completely numb, but I could still feel everything from my belly button down. The contractions got pretty intense and I was so scared. I held Matt’s hands and just cried through them. I was getting anxious about why my torso was so numb and anxious about the pushing because I knew that was coming up quickly. So queue a small panic attack…in typical Maggie form.
Before I knew it, it was time to push. I was terrified and excited at the same time. As you may recall, when I had Lucy we were laughing and joking through the pushing. Not this time! I felt way more than I had planned, but honestly it wasn’t that bad. I think I had built up the terrible pain of labor in my head so much that actual labor pain, while bad, wasn’t as unbearable as I thought. So me being a total scaredy cat may have helped! Also, the epidural could have been helping a little more than I realized.
After about 5 sets of 3 pushes, Tucker was here. He was so big compared to Lucy (7lbs, 9ozs). He had a large dark birth mark on his rib cage, which I immediately loved, and he was all boy, no denying it. They laid him on my chest and for the first time in a few hours I could finally breathe. It was an amazing feeling. I honestly couldn’t believe he was mine and that he was here. It was much more surreal than my first labor. I think that’s because of the surprise in which he arrived and the fact that with the second pregnancy you don’t have the time to sit and think about their arrival as much. It was an amazing, (expected) surprise, I guess you could say.
He is very healthy and perfect. We are so blessed! After about 3 days at home I was admitted back into the hospital with Postpartum Preeclampsia. It was surprising, devastating, and worth a whole other post. I will be back soon with more details on that, but now we are all home and happy, spending our days watching back to back episodes of Gilmore Girls.