My pregnancies are always eventful. Early labor pains (as early as 20 weeks!) big babies and low amnio fluid..to name a few!
My pregnancy to Luigi-our last baby, was no different. Labor pains started around mid July and I wasn't due until October! I thought I might be a bit further ahead then the doctors thought. It's really a shot in the dark to guess a due date. They think they have it down to a science; but really, only God knows. As the months grew on, the pains grew worse. It got to the point where I was begging my Doctor to induce me. Well, my Doctor is of the old school variety and knows that inducing before 38 weeks is dangerous. Any way, I labored on...going to the hospital every couple of weeks, to make sure it wasn't the real deal.
The night of September the 13th, I felt things a little different. I was counting my contractions, they were every 5 minutes. They weren't getting stronger, but they were every 5 minutes. I walked a little around the house. I was thinking about going for a walk with the dog. Decided I better stay home. My hubby thought I was nuts. In fact at midnight when I told him that this might be the real deal his word were 'what time is it?' upon producing the time he then said 'huney it's too early, I need sleep..go back to bed' I guess when your on baby number 3 you loose urgency.
Finally at 1:30 am, I called L&D. The lovely nurse told me, that she didn't have an answer and to come in and get checked out (again!) okay...
I hate bothering people, but finally at 2am, I called my mum.
by 2:30 I was at the hospital with the news 'it could be labor, walk around and we'll see if you make progress' in a half hour of walking I had progressed 1-2 cm. This was the day!
I was admitted and at 6:30am a lovely on call Dr came in and gave me the best words ever. 'I'm going to break your water' What I failed to tell anyone at this point dear reader, was that my labor was starting to stall. I knew if I went home and carried on, baby would stay put. Which at 36 weeks, is normally a good thing. Dear reader, I had been having labor pains since 20 weeks...there was no way I was missing this chance!
I got an epidural around 8 and Hubby left around 8:30 to get himself coffee. He should know better. If I would of known how fast our little joy would come 1) I wouldn't have gotten the epi and 2) I wouldn't of let hubby go. 9am I told the nurse, the baby is coming. She called hubby on his cell to get his ass back up..baby was coming. My lovely Dr (who worked across the rd from the hospital) had just checked me at 8:50ish and said 'you have lots of time' I love making him work.
Anyway, 9am-ish Hubby is now running (with coffee in hand!) up to my room. I'm prepped and the nurse said..your a 9, baby is coming. I tell her to fuck off, get my dr back and the baby is coming now. Seriously people, I swear through labor like no lady should ever swear. In a few short contractions I am a 10 and baby is coming.
Then the nurse gives the words you hate to hear 'you can't push, hold it until Dr s arrives. Try breathing using the word House. Slowly now'
Right so I start 'slowly breathing using the word house'-wink wink my technique was more like OUSEOUSEOUSEOUSEOUSEOUSEOUSE. Like a mad china man. Finally my Dr comes back running he asks 'what are you doing, I just checked you' I reply 'waiting for your fucking ass again. I'm always waiting for you asshole' oh yea I'm still saying that damn house word! he tells me to stop now. I say 'Thank fucking God, I hate that fucking word'
Anyway, after a few more choice words I pushed out a beautiful 8 pound 8 oz baby boy. My beautiful baby boy. Dear Reader, no less then a year before, I had lost my precious twin girls. In an instant it felt like the world was right again. My wonderful Dr let him rest on my belly for almost a half hour before he was cleaned up and checked out. Le sigh.
As you all may know, this one is special. Luigi is my favorite. The apple of my eye. I hate to have favorites. But this one was so easy. He was easy to love, I felt an immediate bond (which I did not feel with the Princess) he was so happy and only cried for the necessary reasons (unlike Mario, who hasn't stopped crying). I was an experienced mum, who was confident in the decisions I was making. Although he is trouble, and we often call him monster baby. He does so much to make it right. He does so much to make you know that although he causes trouble, he loves you..so very much.
On this day of celebration, I feel so blessed to have my little Luigi. Every day I'm woken up by his screaming, followed by a kiss and a huge hug. Every night, I lay him down...he reaches up his feet so I can give them a rub and a kiss. These are the things that I love most. I love the smell of his hair and the way he says 'see you mamma' or the way he says 'bye bye sissy' when we drop her off at school. I love the way he is all boy and loves all thing rough and tumble. I love the way he is always so happy. His joie de vivre is contagious!
Happy birthday my sweet baby. You are loved more then you'll ever know!
xo
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