Wow, I’m a hot mess.
I had my second child. Turns out having two kids is like 10x the work and laundry and dirt and noise. To anyone who has a toddler and a newborn, I salute you! You deserve a big bottle of wine (or maybe something even stronger). I can honestly say that since Nov. 17th I have not got much of anything done except turning circles between kids, breastfeeding, and changing crappy diapers.
Also since Nov. 17th, I have grown an entirely new appreciation for my mother, had more newborn cuddles than should be aloud, shared a couple precious moments with my toddler (and a few not so precious, having a newborn is tough on toddlers too), and felt a whole new life grow in my heart.
I became a mom to a perfect little man on Nov. 17th.
Stetson Michael, 6lb 14oz, The most handsome little devil around.
While having two kids is more pressure than I once thought, My heart could not be fuller.
Pregnancy, Labor, and post delivery all went well.
I was able to workout up to the very day I delivered. I went into labor in great shape and felt good about how my body handled pregnancy.
Labor went well but labor is a bitch. Luckily it was quick, 6 hours and baby was out. I went into labor at home around 4:30 in the morning and was so confident in ability to handle it, my husband and I took our (very) sweet time getting to the hospital. However, by the time we got in the car, my confidence was quickly fading as contractions grew stronger and all I said was, “honey, drive fast”. I had an all natural labor. No pain meds, no epidural, no nothing. And let me tell you, nothing can prepare you for that! No workout, no labor prep, no kegel exercise, no supportive husband. It really is a mind over matter, suck it up, give it everything you have (literally) kind of thing. My husband stood by my side as I screamed every cuss word in the book and insisted it was, ‘time to push’ with each contraction (did all those kegels I did prior to this day even make a difference?!). I made to doctor mad when he arrived only to see my hind side in his face rather than my front (and I insisted on staying that way) and gave the nurses a good chuckle with my colorful language.
Pregnancy, birth, and parenting are no laughing matter but if you can’t find the humor in it somewhere, it’s going to be a long journey.
Husband, Toddler, Baby and I are all settled in at home now. Growing more used to our new life as each day comes. Luckily we had my mom here for a week to help break us in (We could not have done it without her, I cried when she really had to go).
Now I am just enjoying our holidays, family time, a break from the gym, good food, and time to re-group.
I am strong. I am capable. I am powerful. I am beautiful.