So we've added a new member to our family. We had sort of surrendered to the idea that we would be a one-child family, but the thought was not completely lost. The "trying" part never really stopped, but we didn't think a second child would become a reality.
Until it did.
It was March 30, 2015 when the pregnancy test came back positive and the world as we knew would change. I can't say I was totally happy, since I knew the norm that we had grown so accustomed to would forever be changed. We hadn't pushed a stroller, or carried a diaper bag or changed a diaper in YEARS. We were starting all over again. Ugh, really? But I knew that this baby-on-the-way was, if anything, for Keira and her wish to be a big sister. And with that I knew that this was just meant to be.
What seemed like months and months away quickly became "it's any day now". Because of my previous fibroid surgery, my doctor said that a c-section would be ideal, given the fact that I had the scar tissue already present. My due date was to be 12/20/15, and we set the c-section date for 12/17/15. In hindsight, the date made little sense since it was only 3 days before the original date. The last 2 or 3 weeks of my pregnancy, Mike kept urging me to move the date up a week because he felt things were getting to uncomfortable for me. I looked it, I felt it and I was. But I kept thinking I could make it a little bit longer, that the baby would have a little more time to ripen, that I would be okay.
But who was I joking? Walking wasn't comfortable, I wasn't sleeping very well and at my 37 week appointment I was dilated at 1.5 cm. The doctor said I'd probably make it another week. I came to my senses and moved the date up a week, to 12/10/15. And I almost cried. All along I was playing the waiting game, and with the date change, the end seemed so near. Sh*t was about to get real.
We ordered a new couch (it was time), we called both sets of grandparents to give them the heads up, and we started to make plans in terms of Keira and her needs. My hospital bag was already packed at the point too.
our last picture as a family of 3, morning of 12/10/15.
The morning of the baby's birth, we dropped Keira off at school. She knew that by the time school was done, she would be a big sister! I think it was something she was really excited about, and she shared that with her teachers and classmates. We opted not to find out the gender of the baby (we did the same with Keira), so that was the big question mark everyone wanted answered. To the 3 of us, it didn't matter whether it was a boy or a girl, we just wanted to meet him or her!
My c-section was schedule for 1pm, so we had some time to kill before heading to the hospital. I can't even remember what we actually did, I just know that I hadn't eaten anything since the night before. And I couldn't wait until my next meal. I had gestational diabetes again with this pregnancy, and I knew that my next meal would have zero restrictions and I could eat pretty much anything my heart desired. I found out later once I was admitted that I wouldn't be able to eat for at least 24 hours to ensure everything went smoothly with the birth. Can you say SUCKS?!
me at 38 weeks, 4 days
My parents, Mike and I headed to the hospital around 1130am and I was admitted not too long after. The nurses prepped me for the procedure and once the OR was ready for me, Mike and I walked over.
The anesthesiologist filled me on what was to happen with the spinal anesthesia, but like any patient, I didn't pay attention. But let me tell you, it's no joke. They laid me down as soon as it was placed and administered, because I wouldn't be able to feel anything from midway down my back to my toes. And then I felt like I was hit by a truck. My whole body ached, I felt sweaty and I wanted to do nothing but sleep. I could hear the doctor ask me if I was feeling nauseous, and I wasn't, but I couldn't muster up the energy to answer him. My blood pressure dropped super low, but I never did vomit. And a few minutes later, the fog lifted and I rejoined the land of the living. Holy moly, I've never felt that crappy before.
From the first cut to the baby being born, it didn't seem very long. Mike would give me the occasional play-by-play, but the biggest memory for me was the amount of pushing, prodding and pressure on my abdomen when the doctors were trying to get the baby out. I couldn't speak, and I swear they pushed half the depth of my body cavity. At one point I told Mike, I was never doing this again. At one point, both the surgeon and the OB were standing on top of me trying to push the baby far down enough to pull the baby out. Since I hadn't labored, the baby hadn't dropped down far enough to be pulled out. Mike also said that the original incision wasn't big enough, so they had to cut a little bit more.
Eventually, the moment of truth came and I heard Mike whisper softly. One of the doctors asked who was going to call it ("it" being the gender) and Mike said it more loudly. Since the baby's back was towards Mike, the goods (or lack thereof) wasn't initially obvious. But the baby's goods hung down low enough that he knew.
It's a boy.
We had a baby boy. A son. Keira has a baby brother.
and he is already flipping the bird.
He was tiny. That was all I could think about was how tiny he was. He seemed so much smaller than Keira but even that seemed so long ago. I kept saying to Mike that we had a son, that he was so small...and what the heck were we going to name him. I'll have to share that story another time.
Karter Michael Lieu
born 12/10/15 at 1:57pm
6 pounds 14 ounces and 17.25 inches long