Pregnancy was super good to me. No sickness, no aversions, no cravings...no hemorrhoids, stomach issues or mood swings. I felt better than ever, and the only even slight issue I had was back pain due to my breasts jumping up over 3 cup sizes. I really had the best time being pregnant.
I had no expectations going into birth. I don't know anyone that actually had a vaginal birth - all family, friends and neighbors that I know with kids had c-sections, so I really didn't know how things would go. I deliberately didn't make a birth plan, because I wasn't really tied to any preferences...I wanted to see how the labor went, and go from there. Tyler knew things that were important to me, and I knew he'd be my strong advocate, if I weren't able to be one for myself.
Tuesday morning, I got up, and went into the bathroom to start getting ready for the day. As I walked past the tub, my water broke, at 6:20am. It was the total hollywood break - huge gush, splashing up everywhere, tons and tons of fluid. I couldn't help but start laughing, because I know thats less common, and it just figured that Guinevere would find the most dramatic way possible to get this show on the road :) I felt great, so took a shower, spent extra time doing my hair and make up and getting ready, and did some laundry. I got all my stuff together, mopped the bathroom, then woke DH and we headed to the hospital.
But not before taking one last bump picture:
We checked in at 7:45am, and found out I wasn't having any contractions. I was also only dilated to 1cm, so after 4 hours of waiting for something to happen, they started the pitocin. The pitocin kicked in immediately - I was having contractions 2 minutes apart, with only about 30 seconds in between, but quickly dilated to a 3.5. Less than an hour later, I was ready for an epidural, and it was heavenly. It wasn't that the contractions were painful - I felt that I could have handled going through labor and breathing through them - but since they were so constant, it was making it difficult to talk to and spend time with Tyler, and I thought it'd be a really long night if I was constantly having to focus and breathe. Getting the epidural was the best decision - I felt fantastic almost immediately, and was able to really relax and rest.
Tyler and I were watching TV, joking around...it ended up being a pretty fun day for us, spending our last one together alone. The nurses got concerned about how quickly my contractions were coming, and turned the pitocin off for awhile. They came back to check me at 5:30pm, and I had continued dilating on my own, to 5cm. They turned the pitocin back on, very lightly, and said we'd have a baby that night.
At 7pm, they had the shift change, and my new doctor came in. She decided to check things out, and we expected MAYBE 6cm. Turns out, half of Guinevere's head was already out. All day long, I'd been asking the nurses about what the next step was - how long til I was checked again, what my dilation meant, when they thought things would happen, etc. And during the internal exams, the doctors always said they could feel the head, so when she said she SAW the head, it didn't really click to me that it was "go" time. So I said to the doctor, "Great! So what happens next?" She goes, "Well, I'm going to run in the hallway and get the team, and then you're going to have a baby. Now."
I looked at Tyler and he snapped this picture. I think it says it all -
After that was a blur - they had everyone come in and quickly break apart the bed, got my legs up, and had me push. I couldn't feel a thing - I was just staring at DH and laughing, I couldn't believe it was real! I started shaking because I was in such shock. I couldn't feel any of the contractions, so they had to read the monitor to tell me when to push. I had no idea what I was doing, so I just pretended to poop. It worked, because three little pushes, and Guinevere was out. I was like seriously? Thats it? I could do this again tomorrow. Ladies - get the epidural. You don't have anything to prove to anyone, and you will be SO glad you did.
Guinevere is perfect - 9 and 9 on the APGAR, and completely healthy. She's a teeny thing, 6lb9oz and 20" long, and absolutely gorgeous. I could not believe how pretty she was, after where she came from.
I had a tiny tear, but my recovery has been great - the next morning, I was ready to go home, and I feel better than I did during pregnancy!
Now for the stuff my friends and pregnant/TTC readers are all curious about - and Tyler's friends that read this blog will probably want to tune out :)
Post Partum bleeding - All the books say to expect bleeding for 6 weeks after birth. The first two days were pretty intense, and I could not get enough of the mesh panties the hospital gives you, and the ice pack panty liners. But by the time I came home, I didn't need the ice packs, dermaplast spray, etc, and was down to just a panty liner. Now, at 10 days post-labor, I still need a panty liner, but I'm thinking I might be down to nothing in the next week.
The state of my vagina - I'll be honest, before pregnancy, I don't think I ever actually looked down there with a mirror. But after getting home from the hospital, I wanted to see my stitches, and wanted to see how things looked down there. I expected some huge gaping hole of horror, but everything looked exactly as it seemed it should. Not only that, I couldn't even find my stitches. So while I've worried about how intimacy will be with Tyler once I'm cleared for sex - I now think everything will be back to how it was :)
Pooping during labor - I've been asked this about 12 times, ha. I really was curious if I was going to poop on the table, and asked Tyler to keep an eye out so he could tell me if it happened. But they are hyper-efficient at the hospital. The bottom of the bed was draped with a sort of Hazmat bag that they could sweep things into, and even if I did poop (which I assume I did, since thats what I was pretending to do while pushing), we have no clue. And Tyler watched the whole thing. Honestly - after spending the entire day having doctors with their hands up you checking your cervix, nurses inserting catheters, etc etc, you really don't care. I'm pretty modest, and while its weird having four women staring up your vag while you're lying on a table with your legs in the air - there is so much excitement about the baby that you get over your embarrassment immediately.
My body - The day I got home from the hospital, I only lost 6lbs. And I burst into tears, because that was less than what Guinevere weighed! But the IV must have really pumped me up, because by one week after labor, I was down 17lbs. I am now down to the same size I was last summer, before I started dieting and lost some weight before getting pregnant. Last summer's shorts all fit me, and while my stomach is still squishy on top, its SO nice to be back in normal shorts and skirts. I also think my stomach is pretty small, considering that its only been 10 days, and I'll post a picture for those that are curious. The biggest change though, is that my boobs are even BIGGER. I didn't think it was possible, but even my pregnancy tops and dresses are too small for my massive chest. I am hoping it will even out as I continue nursing, but its looking like I'll be having to get super creative with my wardrobe, or rely on my tailor for a few pieces. I've been buying XXL nursing tanks, but my waist is more like a small or medium, so I'm not really thrilled about going out in public with my limited wardrobe.
If you have any other questions, definitely leave a comment, and I'll be happy to answer them :)