He's 8 days old now and I can't believe how lucky I am. He is the most adorable baby I could ever imagine. Up until I finally held him in my arms I was a bit scared if I would bond with him like I did with my two other boys - he wasn't planned and I kinda feared I would love him less. No way, he stole my heart within a split second and I cannot imagine my life without him. He is the best baby - super nurser, sleeps a lot (esp during night - gives me 3 and 4 hr stretches already - my other two took two years to get to that point 
and he is such a cuddly cute little guy I could just stare at him 24/7.
Anyhoo, this is how it went:
I started having contractions again at night on the 4th of Nov around 2am. As before I thought they were the real thing and got excited until they tapered off after I took a shower around 4am. I had some bloody show but that was it. Disappointed I went back to bed. When I woke up I had some cramping and more bloody show but still no contractions. I was furious, I was only 40 wks and 5 days but impatient as I could be. I dragged my kids and husband to the park and started walking. At home I kept busy making the kids lunch and picked up around the house. Around 4pm the contractions started up again with more bloody show and when they got intense enough that I had to breathe thru them I finally realized that I really might have a baby soon. For some reason that gave me the creeps, I started getting really nervous, snapped at my husband and had zero patience with my boys anymore. I was not a happy camper and finally my poor dh send me upstairs for a "timeout". I had a bit of a nervous breakdown there, laying in bed sobbing and feeling miserable. The contractions were still not in a good pattern, anything from 5 to 20 minutes apart and I was so frustrated and scared. When I finally got myself back together around 6pm I decided to call my midwife. I found out that my favorite midwife was on call and boy, did that turn my mood around. it was as if any fear and blockage I had in my mind was gone. I almost cried I was so happy to hear her voice on the phone when she calmed me down and asked me to come in. At that point the contractions were strong enough to make me drop on all fours and work hard to get thru them. So we called the sitter and were on our way to the hospital. Funny thing was that as soon as I was off the phone with my midwife the contractions started coming every 5 minutes. We arrived at the hospital shortly after 7pm. I got on the ball and they hooked me up to the monitors. At that point the contractions got much milder, easier to breathe thru although still 5 mins apart. I began to doubt myself again and got scared they'd send me home, I wouldn't be able to birth a baby with such mild surges. My mw suggested a bath and I went for it mainly out of boredom. It felt like heaven, I kept having contractions and they got a bit stronger again. the atmosphere was totally relaxing and I joked to dh how I was sorry that this labor was so undramatic as he seemed to wanna fall asleep sitting on the edge of the tub. It was around 8:45 that for some reason I felt I needed to get out of the tub now. As soon as I got out of the water I was hit with one contraction on top of another. Now I had to moan loudly. I quickly went to lie down on the bed and asked the midwife to check me. Sure enough I was at 10 cm and she asked if I want to push or wait. I only had to wait another minute and felt the urge to push. At that point I must have freaked out because I remember yelling:" Out! Out! Get him out!" but in my mind I felt like I wanted to get up and go home. I was not ready for this baby, I feel a bit ashamed to say I thought I don't want another child, how am I gonna do this? But the urge to push was there and I went along with it. My mw suggested breaking the water but I declined and a push later I felt the warm gush of water. Somehow that brought me back into the real world. I was still moaning and calling:"OUT!OUT!OUT!" But I was calmer and was a bit thankful for a break when they announced the head was out but stop pushing, he's got the cord around his neck. I waited til they gave me the ok and with one more push my beautiful baby was born. I was almost hysterical when I saw his face and kept laughing and crying:"Look how cute he is, omg, I can't believe how cute he is..." I was so happy, full force of hormones kicking in!
He was born at 9:06pm on Nov 4th, one of the happiest days in my life. I am a bit annoyed with myself for having negative feelings about the labor during that day, for not allowing my body to do its job. I kept whining how I want to have this baby and I don't want to be pregnant anymore but realize now that deep inside I was scared as heck to have another child and doubted whether or not I would be able to love him enough since he was such a surprise.
But I will get over that part and focus on how easy it was to have him. How easy the whole pregnancy was and how little the labor and birth hurt compared to me other two.
And I am thrilled to say that I didn't tear and am healing beautifully, I'm even horny already
Here's some pics of my little boy, Niklas Aaron. He weighed 8lbs 9oz, a pound heavier than I guessed, and was 20.5 " long.
http://share.shutterfly.com/action/w...8AaNGzJszbtmKw
and he is such a cuddly cute little guy I could just stare at him 24/7.Anyhoo, this is how it went:
I started having contractions again at night on the 4th of Nov around 2am. As before I thought they were the real thing and got excited until they tapered off after I took a shower around 4am. I had some bloody show but that was it. Disappointed I went back to bed. When I woke up I had some cramping and more bloody show but still no contractions. I was furious, I was only 40 wks and 5 days but impatient as I could be. I dragged my kids and husband to the park and started walking. At home I kept busy making the kids lunch and picked up around the house. Around 4pm the contractions started up again with more bloody show and when they got intense enough that I had to breathe thru them I finally realized that I really might have a baby soon. For some reason that gave me the creeps, I started getting really nervous, snapped at my husband and had zero patience with my boys anymore. I was not a happy camper and finally my poor dh send me upstairs for a "timeout". I had a bit of a nervous breakdown there, laying in bed sobbing and feeling miserable. The contractions were still not in a good pattern, anything from 5 to 20 minutes apart and I was so frustrated and scared. When I finally got myself back together around 6pm I decided to call my midwife. I found out that my favorite midwife was on call and boy, did that turn my mood around. it was as if any fear and blockage I had in my mind was gone. I almost cried I was so happy to hear her voice on the phone when she calmed me down and asked me to come in. At that point the contractions were strong enough to make me drop on all fours and work hard to get thru them. So we called the sitter and were on our way to the hospital. Funny thing was that as soon as I was off the phone with my midwife the contractions started coming every 5 minutes. We arrived at the hospital shortly after 7pm. I got on the ball and they hooked me up to the monitors. At that point the contractions got much milder, easier to breathe thru although still 5 mins apart. I began to doubt myself again and got scared they'd send me home, I wouldn't be able to birth a baby with such mild surges. My mw suggested a bath and I went for it mainly out of boredom. It felt like heaven, I kept having contractions and they got a bit stronger again. the atmosphere was totally relaxing and I joked to dh how I was sorry that this labor was so undramatic as he seemed to wanna fall asleep sitting on the edge of the tub. It was around 8:45 that for some reason I felt I needed to get out of the tub now. As soon as I got out of the water I was hit with one contraction on top of another. Now I had to moan loudly. I quickly went to lie down on the bed and asked the midwife to check me. Sure enough I was at 10 cm and she asked if I want to push or wait. I only had to wait another minute and felt the urge to push. At that point I must have freaked out because I remember yelling:" Out! Out! Get him out!" but in my mind I felt like I wanted to get up and go home. I was not ready for this baby, I feel a bit ashamed to say I thought I don't want another child, how am I gonna do this? But the urge to push was there and I went along with it. My mw suggested breaking the water but I declined and a push later I felt the warm gush of water. Somehow that brought me back into the real world. I was still moaning and calling:"OUT!OUT!OUT!" But I was calmer and was a bit thankful for a break when they announced the head was out but stop pushing, he's got the cord around his neck. I waited til they gave me the ok and with one more push my beautiful baby was born. I was almost hysterical when I saw his face and kept laughing and crying:"Look how cute he is, omg, I can't believe how cute he is..." I was so happy, full force of hormones kicking in!
He was born at 9:06pm on Nov 4th, one of the happiest days in my life. I am a bit annoyed with myself for having negative feelings about the labor during that day, for not allowing my body to do its job. I kept whining how I want to have this baby and I don't want to be pregnant anymore but realize now that deep inside I was scared as heck to have another child and doubted whether or not I would be able to love him enough since he was such a surprise.
But I will get over that part and focus on how easy it was to have him. How easy the whole pregnancy was and how little the labor and birth hurt compared to me other two.
And I am thrilled to say that I didn't tear and am healing beautifully, I'm even horny already
Here's some pics of my little boy, Niklas Aaron. He weighed 8lbs 9oz, a pound heavier than I guessed, and was 20.5 " long.
http://share.shutterfly.com/action/w...8AaNGzJszbtmKw
: awwwww thanx for posting!!! he's beautiful...
I'm like that since last Saturday, but my babe is still in utero!
