Well, hi there. I didn’t drop off the face of the earth; I had a baby! Meet Harrison Stevens Wisniewski, the new man in my life. He came into this world a bit early (his due date isn’t even here yet!), last Wednesday, April 9, 2014 during the early morning hours.
If you follow me on instagram, you might have seen that at my 36 week checkup, baby Harry was in a breech position; my OB-GYN automatically schedules c-sections for breech babies so I was determined to get him to flip so that I could avoid major surgery. I attempted everything from acupuncture to odd-looking floor exercises but to no avail. I reluctantly accepted my c-section fate planned for April 15th and moved on with life; this is not the birth I had envisioned and frankly, the thought of surgery scared the hell out of me–a c-section had never even crossed my mind. However, I reminded myself that it’s not about the journey, it’s about the destination and I just wanted the baby to arrive into this world safely.
I felt pretty good throughout my pregnancy; I went into work last Monday thinking it was my last week before the c-section and maternity leave. When I went to bed that night, I woke up at 2AM with constant contractions; they weren’t painful or frequent enough to take me to the hospital but they were consistent. They lasted a full 24 hours (every 10-15 minutes) until midnight struck on Wednesday morning and that’s when they really started to really hurt. I had many conversations with my OB office throughout the day and finally I decided I was going to the hospital–if they sent me back home, so be it.
I arrived at the hospital around 2:30 AM in tons of pain. I couldn’t sit still–walking was my only relief (I’m sure I scared the other couple in the waiting room as I writhed in pain during each minute contraction). The nurses in triage hooked me up to monitors, ready to check to see if these were actual labor pains or a false alarm. When they tried to see how far I was dilated, they felt an ankle (YIKES, it was alarming to say the least!) and realized that this baby had to come out–and fast. I was rushed and prepped for surgery; an hour later, Baby Harry Stevens was born at 3:54AM.
We’re now home and adjusting to life with our newest family member. Jerome is loving his little brother (seriously, it’s the cutest) while Eric and I are adjusting to short intervals of sleep. In addition, I’m recovering from the c-section and while it wasn’t nearly as bad as I thought it would be, bouncing back has been no small feat. I’m not nearly as mobile as I was at even 9 months pregnant and I have to remind myself to take it slow–it’s only been a week since surgery! Once I cook/bake/DIY/shop/wear normal clothes again, you’ll all be the first to know, but for now, my life consists of getting to know my little bundle of joy. Hopefully I won’t be away from the blog for too long, but in the meantime, keep up with me on instagram.