V for Victory

We avoided a c-section :D

Well it seems that the false labour I wrote about last entry was closely leading up to the big finale. December 7th at 4am I started having regular contractions about 10 to 15 minutes apart. Nothing killer but definitely noticeable. So much so that I called my mom at 8 that morning and had Aaron pick her up to be here for Daniel when/if we had to go to the hospital. Daniel was in heaven. Gogo was here at his beck and call. Gogo was in heaven too at least before Danny exhausted her.

Anyway, while Aaron drove to Richmond Hill to pick up my mom the contractions stopped and I felt bad that mom was coming for no reason and Aaron was missing work. They picked up again a couple of hours later. I couldn't help but ask mom, could it be soon? Or are they gonna disappear again and I'll have to wait another week for this kid to enter the world. There really is no way of knowing for sure and that was killing me. I'm a planner and this was something I couldn't plan!!

I spent the day chilling with mom. Timing contractions. Watching movies and tv. Wasn't such a bad day. Went to bed around 9:30 hoping for the best.

As soon as I lay down the contractions became more intense but they were still too far apart to go to the hospital. Finally at about 1am I called Triage just to make sure that they didn't want me to come in. No, I should wait!

I lay back down. About half hour later I had one doozy of a contraction and my water broke. I hoped out of bed waking Aaron "Ahhhh my water broke." I actually hopped in the shower and began experiencing the contractions that I had only heard about (I didn't feel a thing with Daniel's labour!). Made it out of the shower called triage back and confirmed that I should come in to be assessed.

I was 4cm dilated when I arrived at the hospital. My doctor had suggested I wait as long as possible for my epidural and I told the nurse this. They moved me to the delivery room and I began to demand my epidural - LOL! The nurse kept telling me not to push but I couldn't stop. They checked me out again and thankfully I was fully dilated. Pushing commenced and my little John was born at 4:34am on December 8th.

The date is very significant too. John is named for John Lennon. And December 8th, as a lot of you know is the date that he died.

(I sense I feeding coming on and I'm too tired for more at this moment. I know you want more pics and they will come as soon as I can get to it. Not to worry I am snapping lots!!)

Lookin' Good

I saw my ob/gyn today. She says that I still look like a good condidate for a VBAC. I'm very happy to hear that. I had all my questions answered and I didn't even have to refer to my notes. Question one was about how things were looking for the VBAC.
Question two was how much time we would have to get to the hospital once labour starts. This was more a concern of Aaron's. We might have to wait for my M-I-L to drive a half hour to us to babysit Daniel and then it would take us another 20 to 30 minutes to get to the hospital ourselves. According to the doctor we likely have up to 8 hours of labour so we should be okay. If we are really freaked out we can just take Danny with us. Not my first choice but I guess if we were stuck...
And my last question was if and when she would check internally for what was going on in this baby making machine. And that will be at 38 weeks. So we just hope that this little guy stays head down and keeps on lowering like he's supposed to. Other than that we just wait for nature to take its course. Being a bit of a control freak I really do wish there was a way to predict labour. For now its a guessing game. And every little twinge is under speculation. ;)

I took this picture because I am sure I have dropped. This kid now sits in my lap fighting for space with his big brother.


And speaking of the big brother I couldn't resist a few updates about the big man.
His newest hobby is Playdoh. I'm glad I have some ideas for Santa this year.

Yesterday, Daniel and I put up the Christmas tree. I admit its a bit early however I'm not sure how much time I will have to do it later and I really wanted Dan to have a nice festive Christmas this year. Strangely though my Buzz Lightyear tree decoration has gone missing.


We have been trying to explain as best we can that Daniel will be getting a little brother soon. And that he currently resides in mommy's tummy. Today he said "Baby Brody" when I asked him to say Baby Brother. Too cute for words.


And speaking of hobbies. Here's another one. I caught Daniel adding some crayon colour to our tv room walls. Yes, he knows its wrong. But its just so fun.

I'm Perfect

At least my doctor thinks so. I went for my monthly visit today and everything is going well. My glucose test results were great. The doctor seemed particularly impressed with my blood count. Not sure what that means but its good. My blood pressure is normal. I've gained exactly as much weight as she wanted me to. And so far things are looking good for a VBAC. As long as this little guy doesn't decide to have an extreme growth spurt in the next 12-13 weeks and he gets into position when its time then its smooth sailing. Maybe I'm making labour and delivery sound too pleasant. But I do remember that C-SECTIONS SUCK!!!

I'm starting to get really excited about meeting this little guy and introducing him to his big brother.

21 Weeks - Was and Is

21 Weeks already! Only this last week seemed to go at a snails pace. Which is weird because I had a lot going on. Work schedule was all over the place. Prepping this house still. Playing with a demanding little toddler who insists on watching Snow White at least once a day. And of course packing and preparing for the big move (33 days to go)!!!

And though I am still facinated with every kick. And I know he is a lot easier to take care of in utero. I still can't wait for the little guy to arrive. Pregnancy has now become a "been there, done that" sort of thing for me. And as long as everything keeps running along smoothly I should shut up and stop complaining ;)

The last time I went to the doctor we further discussed VBAC (vaginal birth after ceasarean) for me. The doctor had obtained my hospital records and I got to find out the whole story of Daniel's c-section arrival. Not only was I not fully dilated but Daniel was facing up (the wrong way). So once he became distressed c-section seemed the safest bet. These facts better my chances for a VBAC. As long as baby doesn't get any bigger than Danny was (8lb 1oz) then I can try for vaginal birth. If not, then a c-section may be scheduled a week before my due date. And though I would love to avoid surgery, an early and planned delivery sounds wonderful.

Wow! I just realized I had gone off topic to my original post theme "Was and Is".

We had thought for no apparent reason at all that this baby was a girl. Heck, we had a name picked out before conception and everything. I had been saving baby girl clothes since high school and even had some hand me downs from my sister in law. If she was a girl her name would have been Sara Jane. Sara was Aaron's great grandmother's name. And I thought Jane sounded pretty with Sara. I later found out Jane is also my aunt's middle name - bonus! A girl was meant to be - NOT!

And so what is...Another amazing and sure to be super cute boy! Early on I had been coming up with boy names that I liked. Aaron was so sure it was a girl I don't think he even bothered to try to agree on any boy names. However, driving home from the ultrasound clinic we started to discuss. And out popped John Jason from my mouth. Right away Aaron agreed. "That sounds good!" John is after my long time hero John Lennon. It's also a classic masculine name (for me it has the same vibe as Daniel - friendly yet manly!). And Jason is for my big brother.

And so when I'm not calling this wild and crazy baby "Thumper" he is get used to hearing John!