The night before I went into labor, I told Patrick that I felt different. It’s hard to place exactly what that feeling was. Motherly intuition? The start of contractions? Patrick packed his bag, just in case. It’s a good thing he did, because when I woke up the next morning at 7 AM, I was having contractions that were about 3 minutes apart! At first, I wasn’t sure if they really were contractions, but it became apparent within half an hour that I was definitely going into labor. Cue the big breakfast…I was not about to go into labor starving! The contractions were increasing in intensity, to the point where I had to stop what I was doing until they passed. By the time I got to the hospital 2 hours later, I was 7 cm dilated and 95% effaced! Patrick met me there…I was so happy to see him, just his presence made me feel calmer 🙂 When they wheeled me onto the labor floor, they said that our daughter could be present for the delivery. I couldn’t have been more thrilled! Some people have wondered if that was traumatizing for her, but in fact, I think she loved being a part of that moment and welcoming her baby brother!
My parents were there for the delivery too! Here’s my dad and I.
I had an epidural with Malia, and had a wonderful birth experience! It had been a given that I would have another epidural with this pregnancy, but at the last moment, when the anesthesiologist arrived, I had a change of heart. The contractions were manageable, and for a brief moment, I thought, “I can handle this!” My nurse convinced me that once I reached the pushing stage, I would be begging for an epidural and they might not be able to get me one. Since I hadn’t made any preparations for a natural birth, I agreed. We decided to use the least amount of medication as possible, so they turned the rate down on the epidural to very low. I was able to feel him descending lower, and knew when it was time to start pushing. This was absolutely the right decision for me, but I can completely understand why women would want to labor on their own for many reasons! I loved the pushing stage of labor with Malia and felt the same way with this pregnancy. With Malia, I pushed for almost 2 hours, but with this little guy, it took less than 10 minutes!!
Everyone told me it would be faster the second time around, but I had no idea it would be this quick! Before I knew it, I was holding baby Ryan in my arms 🙂 He was a little blue when he first came out, and Malia was there waving a sponge stick at him, and telling him to “pink up”! It was a very sweet moment. I can’t adequately describe how I felt when I first saw him, it was a mixture of joy and awe and immediate bonding love!
Proud mommy and daddy. I love this man…truly 🙂 He was wonderfully supportive throughout this whole pregnancy, and kept me laughing throughout the labor and delivery. He even made a last minute trip to get an SD card for our camera (I had left it in the computer in my rush to get to the hospital), and picked up some treats for after I delivered!
The hospital staff were wonderful. As soon as I delivered him, they put Ryan skin to skin on my chest. Some hospitals will take the baby right away to get cleaned and weighed, but I definitely wanted Ryan to be with me from the second he was born 🙂 They also encouraged me to start nursing him right away…it’s amazing how instinctual that is for babies.
Here he is all cleaned up and cozy 🙂 Ryan definitely takes after Patrick more, and we also think he looks a lot like his sister!
My parents took Malia home to have a nap, and then brought her back that evening so they could all spend quality time with baby Ryan! Ryan is the third grandchild for my parents (my brother just had a baby girl a month earlier), and the fifth grandchild on Patrick’s parents side.
I was a little nervous about how Malia would react to a new baby. We’ve been talking about baby brother for months now, and she’s always been excited about him, but I didn’t know what the reality would be like. From the moment she met him, she has been absolutely loving and welcoming to baby Ryan! There hasn’t been a hint of jealousy. She loves holding him, giving him lots of hugs ands kisses and helping to change his diapers. Even though I feed him every two hours, she hasn’t gotten upset about the loss of attention at all. We feel so blessed that she has immediately accepted him as part of our family 🙂
First of many kisses for baby brother 🙂
We stayed in the hospital for two days, and are now happily settled at home. The recovery process has been very smooth, thankfully! Now I just have to get used to waking up every two hours at night again! Sleep deprivation leads to lots of forgetful moments these days 🙂 Although Ryan’s due date was only 2 days ago, we couldn’t imagine our lives without him the past two weeks!!