Dorian was about 4 1/2 months old when I found out I was pregnant again. Mike and I stopped at our house so I could take a pregnancy test before heading out to a holiday party. He was waiting in the car with a sleeping Dorian so I could quickly run in to use the bathroom. Once I saw that plus sign I couldn’t stop laughing. We just had the busiest summer you could imagine.
having our wedding.
Now not even 5 months later we’re expecting our second child! We were thrilled that our family was growing so quickly!
My pregnancy with Eli was no walk in the park. Although, I must admit that it wasn’t terrible and there are plenty of women who struggle with their own pregnancies, but my second one was worse than my first. Just like with Dorian, I did not get any morning sickness and for a few months I would forget that I was pregnant (besides for the growing belly). The only real craving I had was for peanut butter, but unfortunately any time I ate any it made me sick. There were no weird cravings or anything like that which I was glad for, but I know Mike really was hoping for a strange combination of foods to make fun of me for.
Once I hit my second trimester and my belly was really growing that was when the pain started. I’m not sure if it was the way everything was laying in me or if it was from having two pregnancies so close together but I couldn’t lift my right leg very high. Unfortunately, that lasted the rest of my pregnancy. It was definitely a struggle with needing to carry Dorian around everywhere and only being able to walk so much until I couldn’t lift my leg high enough to even walk. Every other ache and pain was more intense than the first time around but it didn’t matter because I had to push through since I had Dorian to take care of. Reaching in and out of the crib, getting up during the nights to tend to Dorian, and carrying him everywhere I went got tougher. But nothing was harder than waiting until I was over 30 weeks pregnant to finally feel Eli’s kicks for the first time. It was terrifying since I started feeling Dorian around 16wks and this was double the time! But, unlike Dorians pregnancy the placenta was in front with Elias so feeling any movement was near impossible until he was big enough to really give me a good kick.
Just like most of everything else this pregnancy, Eli’s labor and delivery was different than Dorians. At the beginning of my pregnancy my doctors told me to make sure I watched my weight gain this time because of the struggle with Dorians delivery. This was the first time I heard about a struggle because from what I remember I pushed for 20 minutes before he came out. No one said anything about any complications and he was a healthy big boy. The problem with Dorian was apparently his shoulders were briefly stuck and if the doctor wasn’t able to twist him to get him out safely than it would have been a big problem. Fortunately, for me, I only gained 20lbs with Dorian so that wasn’t the reason he was a big baby, but I did my best to watch my weight gain with Eli. I only gained 25lbs with Eli. So, to prevent him from being any bigger than Dorian and possibly having complications if he was too big I was induced at 39 weeks.
Being induced is such a different feeling than going into labor naturally. I got a call on a Thursday morning saying they were taking me in that night and that they’d call back when they had a bed open for me. At 11:30pm they called and were ready for me to come in.
Once I was settled into my room they started me on Pitocin and I started to prepare for a long night ahead. After a while I decided to get an epidural to help ease the contraction pains and so I could get some sleep. I could still feel the contractions even with the epidural but they were dulled down which didn’t bother me. I pressed the button for an extra dose very seldom because the contractions weren’t too hard to handle.
At about 7am they broke my water to keep the progression of my labor on track. That’s when the pains started to get worse. It wasn’t as bad as when the epidural wore off with Dorians delivery but still painful. I pressed the button for more of the epidural only when I really needed it because I didn’t want to have a repeat of my first delivery.
The doctor in around 11:45am to check if I was dilated enough to start pushing and sure enough it was time. Everything started out normal but my epidural was dulled down for me to feel it all, once again. I had a flashback to the pains I had with Dorians delivery because I knew it was about to happen again. I just kept telling myself to push through the pain because the faster I get through it the faster it’ll all be over. Eli’s head was halfway out and I ran out of gas. I couldn’t push. It hurt so much. It was more painful than anything I’ve ever experienced. I was crying and kept saying that I couldn’t do it. The doctor started telling the nurses they needed to call more people to come in because I wasn’t able to keep going. That’s when the panic kicked in. Mike turned to me and said that I really needed to keep going and I just needed one more push and he was out. I saw the worry on his face, the nurses were scrambling around and I knew I had to do it or there was going to be a big problem. I gathered up every last ounce of energy I had and pushed one more time.
At 12:24pm he arrived.
All 9lbs and 10oz of him.
I was able to push him out on my own but because of the complications I had towards the end his face was bruised. It took a couple days for it to clear up but thankfully that was the only problem I encountered. The moment he came out I was spent. I had no energy. Once they handed him to me I thought I might drop him because my muscles were hardly working, but I just held on as tight as I could.
Seeing Elias for the first time was amazing. I kept wondering how I would react to another baby and how I could emotionally handle everything. How would I be able to love another baby as much as I love Dorian? Once I saw him though, the worry was gone. My heart grew more than I thought possible. I now have more people to love and it’s even better than I could have imagined.