I’ve been on maternity leave for two months and it has felt so good to take a break from deadlines, writing, crazy schedules, and blog stress. I just have a new kind of stress that’s called sleep deprivation, nursing like a cow, and running around like a mad woman with two kids. Now I understand why parents are so exhausted at the end of the night because it’s NON STOP with two kids.
I want to share with you some of the tid bits from Rheno’s birth and the pictures my sister Caitlin took of us right after he was born.
I was scheduled to be induced a week before my due date because my doctor going to be out of the country and my husband had his finals the week I was due. The day before I was scheduled to be induced I thought my water had broke, but wasn’t 100% sure. I called my nurse to ask her if I should come in to get checked and she told me that I needed to come in RIGHT NOW! I was progressing really well the previous weeks and she was afraid I was going to have this baby in the parking lot of the hospital, even though I wasn’t in active labor.
My husband was at school so I had to haul my luggage and daughter into the car and take her to my neighbor’s house. I drove myself to the hospital and checked myself in. The nurse checked me and after doing a test it was determined my water hadn’t broken, but because I was already there the doctor decided to keep me and induce me a day early.
I was nervous because I didn’t want to feel pressured to be induced if the baby wasn’t ready to come. My daughter was induced and she had complications (later we found out it wasn’t because I was induced, she just came out that way). The thought of inducing a day earlier kind of scared me because I was tired from not getting sleep and emotional because I was by myself. The doctor reassured me that my body was “ripe” and ready to have this baby, I just wasn’t in active labor yet. He told me because I was 4% dilated 95% effaced that my labor wasn’t going to be very long.
The husband finally arrived and I was given pitocin around 11:30 am and immediately afterwards I asked for my epidural. This was the best decision I ever made. For now on I will take this approach, haha. For the next five hours I took naps, put makeup on my face (yes, I’m that vain and wanted to look pretty), talked to family, read a book, and ate those delicious Italian Ice popsicles they stock in snack area.
Around 5:00 p.m. the nurse came in to check me and said, “you’re at a 1o!” I was only in labor for five hours, I couldn’t believe how fast it went. The atmosphere was so much more chill and relax then it was when I gave birth to my daughter. During the breaks when I wasn’t pushing McKay, the doctor and nurses chatted it up. It was so weird because everyone was right up in my crotch but we were talking about camping and summer trips very nonchalantly. I pushed for about 13 minutes and miraculously he was out. He was crying, which was such a huge relief to me. He was perfect. He was so beautiful. I was fell instantly in love with this little baby. He has his little finger wrapped around my big sappy heart. The nurses put him on my chest, I held him and cried. I never felt so close to heaven in that moment. I was so happy and grateful he was here and was healthy.
The moment he came out he was looking for boobs because he wanted to NURSE! He nursed for a hour. He’s slightly obsessed with boobs, milk, and nursing. This makes me happy because I really wanted to succeed with him when it came to nursing and so far it’s been a wonderful experience. I feel like I’ve been able to bond with him a lot more.
Amelia was pretty freaked out the entire time. She kept on saying, “Scary!”
We decided to name him Rheno McKay. We named him after McKay’s Great Grandfather Reno. We added a “H” to his name in hopes to cause less confusion on how to pronounce his name. It’s pronounced (Rhen-o) and not (Ree-no) like the city in Nevada. My mother in-law tells us stories of what a great man Grandpa Reno was and we really liked the name, it sounded manly, and how it was different.
He came out weighing 7 lbs 10 oz and measured 20 inches long. He was covered in this thick velvet peach fuzz, I was smitten.
The next day while I had some down time, I decided to pull out my camera, open the blinds, and did a mini newborn photoshoot of him on my hospital bed. I love all of his expressions and how these turned out.
Whenever I look at these pictures I’m reminded what those tremendous feelings of love, overwhelming joy, and the miracle of families I felt during those couple days at the hospital. Seriously, I freaking love staying at the hospital. Nurses take care of you and your baby, you can sleep, you get fed, and all you have to do is spend one-on-one time with your baby, it’s like a spa week for me! Once you go home it’s a completely different story and everyone’s fighting for mom’s time and attention.
I feel so grateful, blessed, and lucky that my labor was quick, easy, and that there were no complications. Thank you for letting me share this precious moment with you all.