Ready or not, we are expecting number 3. When we reached the point of having one boy and one girl, we determined that having another child wouldn't be a huge adjustment...or would it? Yes, we have all of the clothes and all of the stuff; the swings, cribs, pack-n-plays etc. What could we need? Oh well, did we consider that we would need a larger car/ truck or the dreaded mini van? Did we realized that we would still have one child requiring a crib and high chair when number 3 is born? The infant seat is expired and I will now need a double stroller. Luckily we have several months to gather these items. Potty training while simultaneously nursing a baby...also a challenge that I equally fear and look forward to. The only reason a sane person would look forward to that is that they are really looking forward to meeting their new baby and watching their other baby grow. Being a mother is the most amazing experience. Everything that goes into growing the baby, the Dr. appointments, prenatal vitamins, morning sickness, hormones and physical changes. Delivery- WOW! I have had the honor of experiencing a c-section and a vbac. Each mother has their own birth story for each child. Every story is precious. Some women feel very differently than I do about having a surprise c-section. I did not know that my baby was breech so when my water broke I casually got showered and made my way to the hospital. An ultra sound quickly made it clear that I would be in need of a c-section. That was not my plan at all but as soon as I was told I would be having a c-section, I said, "Okay, let's go." They baby was not due for another 3.5 weeks. My strep test hadn't been done so the Dr. ordered me Penicillin. While the OR was being prepared for me I was given the Penicillin. I found out that I was allergic to it (as are my mom, two sisters and nephew- quite freakish I know). I had an immediate reaction and was quickly given Benedryl. As soon as the itching stopped the contractions started, hard and fast....quickly I had very little time between them seconds maybe, front and then back and on and on. The nurse told me to relax, to which I looked at her and said, "I am afraid to relax because I feel like if I do this baby is coming and I didn't get this far to have my baby's head get stuck and die." She quickly checked me and then took off out of the room. Moments later they were there with a wheel chair and soon I was sitting on the operating table getting my epidural. Apparently the Dr. didn't feel like delivering a breech 8lb baby that morning. Some woman explain their feelings of their c-section as "having their baby ripped from them". I don't feel like that at all. I feel that we got my son into this world the safest way possible. I am grateful for the experience, my very own unique experience resulting in a very healthy baby boy who is as unique and perfect as a mother could ever dream of. My vbac story was more scary because I had the choice. I did the research, I knew the statistics, I went to the best hospital in the world and spoke to a Dr. there about my concerns. I was afraid of choosing wrong. I put myself in the hands of top notch Dr.'s, nurses, specialist...a hospital that can honestly handle anything you throw at them. I wanted my baby to be born in the best possible situation. That is what we do. Three weeks before my due date we were on our way to the hospital. A few short hours later I pushed out a perfect little girl. I am very happy that I have both experiences.
As we raise our children, step by step, day by day. We watch our little miracles grow up into their own little self. So, it doesn't matter that I feel sick, or that we need to go buy a new car and all of that stuff. What matters is that I make good choices that will ultimately result in a healthy perfect little baby that I will watch grow into who they are suppose to be.
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