It’s been quite a while since I’ve updated this blog, and quite a bit has happened.
I went into labor on July 29. I’d been having contractions for two weeks, but they were always irregular. I was 3.5cm dilated and just waiting for the contractions to even out. On the 29th, I had regular contractions for two hours. They were a minute long, five minutes apart. When I contacted the OB on call to see if I should go in, she said that me being able to have a conversation through the contractions meant they probably weren’t the real thing, and to call back only if my water broke or the pain intensified.
I hate when doctors don’t take pain thresholds into account. Yes, I could talk through my contractions. I also went to school when my appendix blew because I thought I just had cramps.
I stopped tracking the contractions after that. I felt totally discouraged. My boyfriend, however, kept tracking them. Another hour of consistent contractions passed and he insisted we go in to get checked.
The nurse asked if I had my membranes swept when I arrived and then quickly proceeded to do so. I think she could see how exhausted I was and wanted to ensure I wouldn’t be sent home. As soon as she did the sweep, the pain intensified quite a bit. After an hour they checked me and I’d progressed to 5cm. They admitted me and I happily made the trip to the labor and delivery unit.
After getting hooked up to a traveling IV, I immediately hopped in the shower. The contractions were incredibly intense and coming every 2-3 minutes. My boyfriend was wonderfully supportive the entire time, but there’s not much you can do besides a back rub and reminding someone how to breathe.
After four hours of natural labor, they came to check me. I hadn’t progressed at all. If anything, the baby had moved higher up instead of lower. They wanted to use pitocin to get me going and I asked for an epidural. I wanted a natural labor, but pitocin-induced contractions were a whole other beast.
I tried to rest with the epidural, but I was too anxious. Within a few hours I was 8cm dilated. The nurse said to page her if I suddenly felt any pressure and she’d check me again. I asked to be checked 30 minutes later and the nurse seemed skeptical, but did as I asked. I was 10cm dilated, 100% effaced. I gave a practice push and the nurse confirmed it was go-time.
3 contractions later, Nathaniel was born.

7.5lbs, 20 inches long. He had a slight case of jaundice, but was otherwise perfect. He latched as soon as they placed him on my chest.
My boyfriend fell in love with him immediately. He’s been an amazing father, especially considering this is his first child. He also believed in skin-to-skin contact. He’s changed many diapers, takes over as soon as he gets home from work so I can get a quick shower. He’s absolutely wonderful, and it makes everything so much easier.

My older son loves the baby as well. He’s a great big brother. He doesn’t mind when the baby cries. He frequently asks to hold the baby. He’s very sweet and loving, the best I could hope for.
This has been the easiest recovery. The cramping afterward was really mild. I’ve dropped about half of the baby weight so far. Breastfeeding has been going incredibly well.
I’ve been vegan again for 4 days now, and it feels effortless and wonderful. My body feels great. I started very light postpartum yoga 3 weeks ago, and only started adopting it as a daily practice this week. I aim for 30 minutes of yoga a day, but some days I can only manage 15. Some days I can’t make it to the mat at all. I don’t stress it. With a baby currently going through his 6 week old growth spurt/sleep regression, I refuse to be angry if I don’t do everything I set out to do that day.
I’m not counting calories or macros and I don’t intend to. I’m just eating intuitively. If I’m hungry, I eat. If I’m not, I don’t. I’m not stressing it.
The baby is doing really well. He’s more alert and reactive every day. I’m not sure if he’ll be on the spectrum as well, and it’s way too early to tell. My gut says he’ll be neuro-typical, but I’m prepared either way.
I’m now just focused on being a mother of two, and embracing everything that means. I’m slowly finding a routine that works. I’m watching this little human grow and develop every day, and my oldest (who will be six years old this month!) has just started kindergarten and is also thriving.
I’m delving into practicing self-love and finding what brings me joy, while ridding my life of things that don’t. I’m embracing yoga, I’m enjoying spending less time on my phone (unless it’s for listening to a podcast or music), exploring meditation and also reiki again. I would also very much love to become a certified yoga instructor in the next few years. Hence developing a diligent practice now, while also making sure not to have it turn into an obsession.
It’s going to be interesting, seeing where life takes us.
I’ll update more when possible.