Yesterday I posted Little Man’s traumatic entry. In comparison, Moo Moo’s birth was easy.
We now live in my hometown, so I needed a new doctor when I discovered Little Man was going to be a big brother. We asked around and was recommended to Dr. E’s practice.
My first visit went something like this:
Dr. E – How big was your first baby
Me – 9 1/2 lbs
Dr. E – I can’t believe you gave birth to a 9 1/2 lbs baby. I am not letting you do that again.
I love him.
Although their are 3 OB’s in the practice, it is their policy to see their own patients and deliver all their babies. No “you get whoever happens to be on call when you go into labor.” I’m sure it can happen that your doctor might not be available, but it is so reassuring to me to know who is probably going to be there when my baby is born.
No gestational diabetes this time. Woohoo.
Still got up to about 170 lbs again. I was about the same when Little Man was born but I didn’t start out as skinny so it was probably “only” a 50 lb weight gain.
This time we wanted to know what we were getting. He was clearly a boy.
At around 38 weeks, Dr. E said let’s go and scheduled an induction for March 15. It got pushed back one more day to the 16th because the hospital was busy that day.
We went in a 4am so that we would be finished with the paperwork and other preliminaries by the time normal people got up.
They hooked me up and gave me pitocin (I think that is what the used) to get started. Later they broke my water to make sure I kept progressing.
I had those lovely “take the edge off” drugs when I was getting beyond handling the pain, followed soon by my epidural.
I took a nap, I woke up, they checked me, I was ready to push.
I didn’t feel a thing.
And there he was. An itty bitty (relative to his brother) 7 1/2 lb baby boy.
