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I’m in Love

I’m in Love

I wanted to write a post about Jonas and how much I am enjoying the babymoon with him.  I wanted to find a picture to post on here that would do justice to his amazingly beautiful big brown eyes and his soft baby hair.  I wanted to post a picture of him gazing at me or at Jason with his sweet expression.  I wanted something that would do justice to the overwhelming love I feel for this tiny babe.  I wanted a way to express just how much I an enjoying every day with him, how I miss him when he naps, and how I am jealous of others when they hold him.

I thought about trying to explain how much I love it when he wraps his little fingers around one of mine.  I thought maybe I could explain how much I like to rest my cheek on his head when he’s sleeping on my chest or what his sweet baby sounds are like.

I didn’t have a picture that would do all those things though, and I’m at a loss for words to describe this beautiful, sweet, adorable boy.

This will have to do.

Jonas’ Birth Story

This pregnancy was different than my other two.  I know that every pregnancy is different, and I thought that my first and second pregnancies were different.  But, number three was WAY different for me.  I had heard from many people that there’s “something about number three.”  No one really had a concrete explanation for what that meant, but I thought about it every. single. day.  I was pretty sure it had to be bad.  My previous labors had been mostly good experiences for me.  That meant that number three would be harder.  I was pretty sure that’s what it meant anyway.

As I got to the end of my pregnancy, I noticed that Jonas was on the right side of my abdomen as opposed to the left side where most babies settle toward the end of pregnancy.  I was pretty sure that was it.  The fact that he was on the right side was what was going to lead to the difficulties I was sure to experience during labor.  I was sure of it.  Thankfully, my friend, Rhonda, was confident in my ability to birth this baby.  I, however, was not.  Starting around my 34th week of pregnancy, I began to experience a significant increase in contractions.  I woke up in the middle of the night at one point with contractions that were coming every 5 minutes and were uncomfortable, verging on painful.  Nothing came of that bout of contractions.  However, it happened several other times as I approached my due date.  By the time the week before my due date arrived, I had convinced myself that Jonas’ position was “bad,” that my labor was going to be long and difficult, and that I may not go into labor on my own at any point.  Looking back I’m not sure how I managed to let my worries and hormones get to this point, but I did.

On Thursday afternoon, the day before Jonas was born, I had a visit from Rhonda.  She gave me a pep talk and reiterated to me that I was capable of birthing my baby and that having the baby was what my body was meant to do.  I managed to relax a bit.  Later that evening, I went to Target to pick up a few items and while I was there I couldn’t believe that with all the irregular contractions I was having along with the pressure I felt that I wasn’t in labor.  I called a friend to firm up plans for childcare just in case I went into labor during the weekend.

Friday morning, I woke up at a little after 5 with a contraction.  It was strong enough that I felt like I should check the clock and see if there was any sort of pattern.  There wasn’t.  My next contraction was something like 13 minutes later, then 6 minutes, then 10.  At that point, I knew I was having enough contractions and it was my due date, so I woke Jason to tell him I was in labor.  I also told him to go back to bed (not sure what I was thinking).  He didn’t listen to me.  He knew better.  After a couple more contractions, I took him my phone and told him to call our friend to watch Kael and Asa so we could go to the hospital.  He also called labor & delivery to let them know we’d be coming.  It was 5:50.

Once our friend arrived, we left for the hospital.  Luckily for me, it was a very short (5ish minutes) drive.  When we got upstairs to L&D, the nurse who met us said, “We saw your last labor was 40 minutes, so we’re ready for you.”  I went into my room.  The nurses offered me a hospital gown, and I said, “No thanks.  I don’t care if my clothes get dirty, but I don’t want to wear one of those.”  They asked if I would lay down so they could check to see how far dilated I was.  I intended to lay on the bed, but the contractions were so intense I couldn’t do it.  I told them they should probably call my doctor.  They said they would call my resident (I had a doctor and a resident, because I go to a clinic which is affiliated with a med school and trains family practice residents).  They explained the resident usually comes in to assess the patient and relays the situation to the doctor.  I told them to call my resident and my doctor.  One of the nurses left to go get something.  The other asked if I wanted a birth ball to sit on.  I told her that I probably wouldn’t sit on it, but I might lean on it.  She made a flippant comment like, “You’re not going to have a baby while I’m gone are you?”  I said, “I can’t promise anything.”  She said, “Are you having pressure?”  I think I said something very well-mannered like, “Well, yeah!”  She said, “I’ll have someone else get the ball for you.” 🙂

Just a couple minutes after that conversation, I said, “I have to push!”  I hadn’t been checked.  There was no doctor there or anywhere near, and I was still standing next to the bed.  Apparently Jonas didn’t care.  I started pushing.  My water broke after a push or two, and I heard the nurse say, “Where’s the doctor?”  “That’s a head!”  “Is the doctor coming????”  Because I was still standing, the nurses started throwing pillows and other absorbent and soft items on the floor between my feet.  Jonas was born a short time later at 6:22.  The nurse caught him.  He was 22.5 inches long and 9 lbs 11.5 oz.

The resident on call arrived a few minutes later.  My doctor arrived about 5 minutes after him, and my resident arrived about 5 minutes after that.  He latched on soon after birth, and he is breastfeeding well.  I am writing this 2 weeks and 2 days after his birth, and according to my unofficial weight check in our bathroom, he’s somewhere around 12.5 lbs.

So, it’s been a while…

So, it’s been a while…

Since August 17th really.  I know I posted a picture of Jonas when he was born, but the last time I really blogged was about two months ago.  I got an email from my friend, Kate, a couple weeks ago asking if I had been busy since she hadn’t seen much on this blog.  🙂  I realized that we I haven’t been very good at sharing our news.

Yes, we’ve been busy.  In addition to two busy preschoolers who are as smart, funny, and cute as they are busy,

we have a new baby

and a new house.

I think I need a vacation!

Baby Berbs #3 is Here!

Baby Berbs #3 is Here!