If I’m blogging about pregnancy and encouraging you to share your stories, it’s only fair that I share mine.
I have three children, born in 1987, 1989, and 1991, every two years seemed to be my program (I got married in 1985).
My first pregnancy was a bit (?) of a surprise. My husband and I had been married a little less than a year when I discovered I was pregnant. We were shocked but pleased, as the baby was due just a month shy of my 26th birthday. The timing seemed to be ok.
Other than some bad morning sickness, the pregnancy was fairly uneventful, with the exception of me falling and hurting my ankle on the 20th and he was due on the 21 – although he did end up being late. We thought my ankle was broken but it turned out to be a very severe sprain. So, imagine a 9-month pregnant woman on crutches. It wasn’t a pretty sight. My son was born in April after 16 hours of labor, a very unexpected 9 pounds 4 oz.
I had an epidural but it did no good after the first couple of hours. I pushed for 2.5 hours but he ended up being a mid-forceps delivery. One look at his head, there was no reason to wonder why he wasn’t coming out on his own!
My second, my daughter, was planned and she was born when her brother was 22 months, in mid-February. Other than being really tired, that pregnancy was also very uneventful. I was very blessed with how I felt. My incident of note while I was pregnant was her was when I was 7 months pregnant, I slipped on some ice and fell underneath our (parked) car. The problem was, I was stuck. I was lifting my son out of his car seat when my feet slipped out from underneath me. So, here I was, stuck on my back under the car with only my head and shoulders sticking out, a screaming 20-month-old standing beside me and no idea what to do.
My daughter was born all in one piece two months later after a 5-hour labor. I did have an epidural but with no relief. Go figure. She was born two weeks early and weighed in at 7lbs 12 oz. The nurses kept telling me how big she was. Big? Nope, not after my monster baby.
Finally, number three was born in the end of September. He was not quite unexpected but not quite planned either – although very welcome. Luckily for me, yet another uneventful pregnancy and I can’t recall any major falls or idiotic moves on my part. Maybe it took three pregnancies to learn?
Anyway, he was born after a 2-hour labor and – Yup, I had an epidural and nope, it didn’t work. He was also 2 weeks early and also weighed in at 7 lbs 12 oz.
I do have to say, although shorter labors are over faster – they are much, much more intense than the longer ones. Ouch.
So, that’s my story. Will you share yours?
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