9 months after having our first we were lucky enough to get pregnant again. It was the week before Christmas and we were headed home to Az to celebrate. I was 6 weeks pregnant and we were excited but still I was nervous about telling anyone. Thank goodness for my cautious tendencies because the day before we left I began to have another miscarriage. I was sad, but this time it was different. This time I had my little girl to look at and to hold and to hug. This time I could handle the fact that we lost another child because I knew it would happen at some point again. I knew I would get pregnant and was capable of carrying a baby to term.
So we went home and didn't mention anything to anyone. I didn't want to ruin their Christmas and we were enjoying being with some family. 8 weeks later I was pregnant again and already 6 weeks. That means 2 weeks after the miscarriage I got pregnant. I was a little nervous with this information because I was sure I would miscarry again and because the Drs suggest waiting a few months before you try again. We didn't even try. It just kind of happened. Then I made it to 3 months, then 20 weeks and we found out it was a boy, then 6 months... this was nuts! I was nervous the whole time that something had to be wrong. He was going to be missing a toe or a finger, he was going to be handicapped in some way. That had to be the way it was going to be because I got pregnant when I "wasn't supposed to" get pregnant.
Finally it was time. Since I did not progress correctly for the first baby the Dr suggested we do a C-Section again. I was okay with that since I was afraid I was/am broken. So we planned a C-Section for 40 weeks. I was convinced that since I did not have to go through labor or any of the pain of labor I would recover more quickly. This was going to be a breeze. And then on Sept 18th we went to the hospital (which by the way was conveniently located 15 min from the house). It was 7 in the morning, I was rested, my mom was in town to watch Haylie, this was going to be easy peasy.
I was taken into the operating room and given the spinal. Those are not very fun as you have to curve your back, hold your knees, and deal with the ginormous belly in front of you all without moving and someone putting a huge needle into your spinal area. Not awesome. During the surgery everything seemed fine, however there was a heavy pain in my right rib. This was something I did not remember from the first delivery. Im not sure I would remember much from the first since I was so drugged and exhausted, but this was not right. I mentioned it to the Dr and she said, "Well I am really having to get in there to get him out so I am pushing down some on your side". Awesome!
Hunter came out and he was perfect. He was screaming some and was a very healthy 8lb 4 oz. I was stoked and I was aware of everything going on. I was excited to meet him. I got to hold him once in recovery and he was beautiful. He had hair and it was like he had highlighted or frosted tips. He had blue eyes, but these ones were lighter than haylie's (which later turned brown) so maybe they would stay that way. He was perfect. My recovery was not as quick as I wanted. It still took me a good month until I felt normal. C-Sections are the pits I tell you, but the benefit is that you know the exact day you are having the baby.
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