Exactly 6 weeks ago today, our second daughter K2 was born. I can’t believe how fast time is flying. I swear each week she’s grown so much bigger, it’s crazy! When she was born (4 weeks premature!) she was a healthy 6 lbs even. So many people asked if we had her due date wrong, she seemed so healthy. According to the doctor, she was always measuring ahead during pregnancy sonograms, but not enough to change the due date. My doctor was actually prepping us for K2 to be an 8 or 9 lb baby when full term.
Well, she didn’t quite make it to her due date. By 36 weeks pregnant, I was tired of dealing with Braxton Hicks contractions. I would have them all day everyday. Randomly, never consistent, but some of them got pretty intense. It was the most annoying part of the third trimester, knowing my body was getting ready for labor but also knowing that I wouldn’t be able to actually go through it. I would yell at my stomach “Stop practicing! You’re going to be a C-section!”
Then at 36 weeks and 2 days, these BH contractions became the most intense yet. They went on continuously, for hours on end, but after a trip to the hospital and 2 IV’s of fluid, true labor wasn’t developing. However, the contractions weren’t stopping either. So, my wonderful doctor sent me home on bed rest until my next office visit to see if it may have been the stress at work causing the BH. Around 3am that morning, however, K2 seemed to have different plans. The contractions got bad enough that I couldn’t go back to sleep. What used to be just an intense tightening that would take my breath away, became a strong bearing down sensation that made me sick to my stomach. After a couple hours of contractions eventually getting 5 minutes apart, my doctor told us to go back to the hospital.
The Big Day
Even though I was crying, super emotional, and sick to my stomach, I don’t believe I was in active labor when we got back to the hospital. I could have handled a lot more pain than what I experienced. I do, however, believe my doctor was worried about my belly contracting so much with a previous cesarean scar. Then again, I may have just been in the very early stages of what would have been active labor. Regardless, at 6am the nurse told us today would be baby day! K2 was born at 8:03am.
Six weeks later and she’s already over 9 lbs! All I can say is, there must be something different about my breast milk this time around. My supply is more than adequate, but that’s probably just because she’s such a fantastic eater. Completely opposite from her sister K. Then again, maybe she’s just been catching up to where she would have been had she gone all the way to 40 weeks.
Whatever the reason, I’m happy she’s healthy. Hopefully that extra weight will help in the sleeping department, too. So far she’s only sleeping about 4-5 hour stretches at night, and 2-3 hour stretches during the day. Needless to say, I am tired! But I guess that comes with the territory.