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I’m pretty sure Jillian was just born yesterday, but the calendar says she’s two months old! She is a precious little thing; she is now a ready smiler, which just makes me melt. She also smiles for her brothers, which is one of the cutest things ever!
We don’t have a set schedule at the moment, though she has somewhat consistent patterns. However, since she is currently exclusively breastfed (!!!!!), I don’t mind the variations in routine. And sometimes I need to force changes in the routine based on what time she woke up and what we need to do that day. For example, some days I need her to eat earlier because of preschool drop off. Sometimes she has to eat later because of a well-check, Because of our schedule, hers needs to be flexible. Thankfully she hasn’t had a problem with that yet!
Overall, my impression of her is that she is sweet, even-keeled, but happy to make her displeasure known. We laugh at her because she has already developed an excellent stink eye. If she cried and you fail to pick her up in an appropriate time, when you do, she will stop crying but look at with disdain and seem to say, “you have failed me, You are dead to me.”
Jillian Margaret was born October 16th at 4:09 am. She weighed 8 pounds, 1 ounce and was 20 1/4 inches long. And she’s now a month old. Terrible blogger!
At any rate, I wanted to share her birth story so I can get to her one month update.
I woke up at about 1:45 am feeling a little wet. Since it was still hot out and I was humongously pregnant, I figured I was sweating and rolled over to go back to sleep. But then I noticed my pregnancy pillow was also wet, which seems suspicious. So, I got up to go to the bathroom to check things out, and sure enough, my water had broken.
I quickly woke up my husband to have him call his aunt, who was going to watch the boys for us. She lives about an hour and a half away, so letting her know was important to do first. I called the midwife on call to let her know my water had broken and I was coming in. It was about 2am, and I wasn’t really having much in the way of contractions.
We got the boys out of bed, loaded them into the van, grabbed our hospital bag, and headed over to the hospital. I noticed on the ride over I was having contractions, but they weren’t crazy painful and were still fairly far apart.
When we got there, I carried Nathan in while my husband got Colton. I beat them inside, and got an odd look and was asked what I was doing there. Apparently people don’t think you’re in labor if you come in carrying your 16 month old.
I was taken to a triage room, where they confirmed my water really did break, and I was six centimeters and a zero station. Shortly after, I started needing to concentrate to get through contractions, but everything still felt manageable. I did ask my husband and kids to leave the room, since the kids were making it harder to concentrate.
They moved me to a labor room, where they suggested I try to tub. I was all for it, until I got in the room and felt like things were going super quickly. Sure enough, I was 9 centimeters, a negative one station, and the midwife told me I could start doing some pushing if I wanted. And my husband was in the waiting area with the kids. I asked someone to go check on him; he was thankfully handing off the kids and came back to the room shortly.
Twenty minutes later, we had a baby! From start to finish, it took about two hours. Of course, the end part was no fun, but was short lived. Otherwise, I thought it was a pretty easy labor; contractions were intense, but even in transition were manageable and not terribly close together. And of course, all the work was well worth it to meet our sweet girl!