Jake was born October 6, 2016 at 12:24pm. 7 pounds 1 ounce, 19 3/4 inches long.
So you know that whole “if you want to get your baby out, do what you did to make your baby.” myth? It’s true.
Sex was not appealing to me at all this pregnancy. But I had to suck it up and give it up every once in a while 😜 the last time happened to right around 37 weeks. It was a Friday, I remember that much, because THAT night the contractions started. I knew they were contractions this time around and I was terrified. I didn’t feel ready.
I was actually getting super annoyed by contractions because I was having them for so long. (Started Friday night and I had Jake Thursday morning.)They got super intense and really close together some days and then just went away. But by Wednesday I think I just knew. That day I took Nathan to the library to turn in our old books, I took him out to the park, did grocery shopping, cleaned our entire apartment, and at 2am Thursday morning I woke up and told Mando we had to go. I really wanted to have to go to the hospital in the middle of the night that way it wouldn’t be a fight with nathan. But he heard me getting ready and woke up. I felt so bad leaving him, he cried and threw a fit and I cried the entire drive to the hospital. I felt so guilty.
We were admitted around 5am and I was 70% effaced and 6 centimeters dilated. I tested positive for strep b so I had to have antibiotics for 4 hours before I could deliver so I had to get the epidural because the contractions were getting intense. After that it was a lot of napping, visits from friends and family, and at 12 they broke my water, drained it a bit (it was juicy according to the nurse 🙈) and it allllll started. I was at a 10 pretty quickly and with 20 minutes of pushing Jake was out. I was so emotional AGAIN. It’s the weirdest feeling to see your child right after birth. It’s like, this is you. This is who has been tearing me up inside for 9 months.