It’s been quite some time since I’ve written a post. According to WordPress, last time I wrote anything was June 8th. As you can probably guess, I haven’t gotten back into the swing of writing because I’m quite sleep deprived.
That’s right. I am no longer pregnant. My baby boy has made an appearance into this world. So yeah if you guessed boy, congratulations! You were right and I got what I wanted. 😊
Anyway, I decided to do a post update because despite the sleep deprivation, I know a few of you have been wondering what’s been going on in my world. Kudos to the ones that have reached out! We appreciate it. 💜
So basically my entire office except for me went on vacation in Austria starting June 13th and we’re to be gone until June 30th. This means I was running my job essentially on my own with explicit instructions not to have the baby early. Cause you know that’s something I could control. 😅
Viktor was originally due July 8th. He had other plans. He decided he wanted to be born early. I was 38 weeks and 1 day on June 25th when he decided that was close enough and my water broke. It’s not how it is in the movies btw but it’s pretty close.
I was actually working that morning and started getting pain. My pain tolerance is decently high so I thought it was just Braxton Hicks and not the real deal and kept working. Other things occurred however that caused me to call the doctor and get more insight which lead to them saying I should probably go to the hospital. I grabbed my husband, told him to call off his afternoon job cause we had to go to the hospital.
It was around noon when we got there and at that point I was in a good amount of pain. I walked all the way to check in though which involved walking through a parking garage, up an elevator, and across an enclosed bridge like a slow champion. Contractions are killer let me tell you. At triage they determined that I was 4.8 cm so baby was coming that day.
I wanted to be superwoman and go natural with no epidural but by 4pm and 5.5cm I practically begged for drugs. When they’re so close together that you can’t even take a small breather, it’s too much. I had a mild reaction to the epidural though. It wouldn’t 100% work on the right side so I could still feel contractions occasionally and I ended up getting a 101 fever though if you asked me I was freezing.
By 7pm, I was 10 cm and by 8pm we were doing practice pushes. My husband was 100% engaged and so excited. He wished he had 7 hands so he could record and participate at the same time but chose to participate the whole time instead of record (thank God). By 8:30pm-ish I was pushing for real and by 9:01pm, little Viktor was in the world.
Apparently this is unprecedented for a first time birthing a human. It was supposed to take at least 20 hours or more. I kept being told I was “made” to have babies. But hey hey! Slow down. Let’s get through one first ppl.
So yeah, June 25th my 7 lb, 3 oz son came into the world and he’s beautiful. He’s a month old today. I never thought I’d like babies and honestly, never wanted them but I love my baby even though I never sleep currently. He’s way too adorable for his own good.
I just wanted to share this story and some pictures of him. I hope you all are doing quite well in your own lives and I miss you. Hopefully by month two we’ll be on some kind of schedule that involves me sleeping more and I can get back into slowly blogging again.