We Will Never Ever Win the Lottery - E's Birth Story
Why will we never ever win the lottery? Because both of our children were born on their due dates, no scheduling necessary.
Baby E's beginning was exhilarating and quick. The day he was born started like any other would have when Joey had the day off of work.
We spent our time that morning out front playing with sidewalk chalk, looking at the clouds, and talking about how "cold" it was outside (M gleefully cheered, "it's snowing!" when we stepped out - it was in the upper 50s and sunny haha). I convinced Joey to drive down to McDonald's to get us some lunch. I complained to my friends via FaceBook Messenger about how hungry, miserable, and huge I was. Joey came back, we ate, and I laid down on the couch with M for a little snooze (a regular occurrence at that point because I was too tired to convince her to stay in bed for nap time). I dozed for about 30 minutes, and woke up when Joey passed through the living room on his way to the bathroom.
Before he made it, I asked him to help me get M's legs back on the couch (the poor kid was probably working with about 4 inches of cushion, but she squeezed herself on somehow!). He picked her up and her leg barely bumped the middle of my big belly. It didn't even hurt. A moment later, I felt an equally painless *pop*. I held my breath and my eyes widened. I was pretty sure I knew what had happened, but I had no idea what to do about it - I was trapped behind my sleeping toddler on the couch! The second I let my breath out to call for Joey, there was a gush. It was time.
At the hospital, all my body needed was a little kickstart of Pitocin to get contractions started (I had to convince the nurses to get the doctor and check me after taking me off the IV. They didn't believe me when I told them how close I was getting), and just like that - and 13 minutes of pushing - we had a brand new baby.
Wake up a family of three, go to sleep a family of four - how's that for a Sunday?
xoxo Christi Lee
Baby E's beginning was exhilarating and quick. The day he was born started like any other would have when Joey had the day off of work.
We spent our time that morning out front playing with sidewalk chalk, looking at the clouds, and talking about how "cold" it was outside (M gleefully cheered, "it's snowing!" when we stepped out - it was in the upper 50s and sunny haha). I convinced Joey to drive down to McDonald's to get us some lunch. I complained to my friends via FaceBook Messenger about how hungry, miserable, and huge I was. Joey came back, we ate, and I laid down on the couch with M for a little snooze (a regular occurrence at that point because I was too tired to convince her to stay in bed for nap time). I dozed for about 30 minutes, and woke up when Joey passed through the living room on his way to the bathroom.
Before he made it, I asked him to help me get M's legs back on the couch (the poor kid was probably working with about 4 inches of cushion, but she squeezed herself on somehow!). He picked her up and her leg barely bumped the middle of my big belly. It didn't even hurt. A moment later, I felt an equally painless *pop*. I held my breath and my eyes widened. I was pretty sure I knew what had happened, but I had no idea what to do about it - I was trapped behind my sleeping toddler on the couch! The second I let my breath out to call for Joey, there was a gush. It was time.
At the hospital, all my body needed was a little kickstart of Pitocin to get contractions started (I had to convince the nurses to get the doctor and check me after taking me off the IV. They didn't believe me when I told them how close I was getting), and just like that - and 13 minutes of pushing - we had a brand new baby.
Wake up a family of three, go to sleep a family of four - how's that for a Sunday?
xoxo Christi Lee
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