Birth Story for Baby #2: Lennon Elizabeth

Back when I was pregnant, I had every intention of documenting my pregnancy on this blog. Those ambitions got derailed pretty quickly. However, I often start writing a post, leave it unfinished, and, well, it stays unfinished. I’d like to blog more regularly, but for now, I’ll do a quick catch up post. Weeks 20-40 of my pregnancy were busy with work and life in general. I took most of July off on vacation to spend some extra time with Odin before his sibling arrived – we didn’t find out the gender until baby was born.

Due date: August 2nd.

On August 2nd, after weeks of our neighbourhood being on baby watch, I started having contractions. We went for a walk around lunch time, and many people stopped us to see how I was holding up. During these conversations I left out the part that I was timing my contractions while we were walking. Around 4:30 that day, my contractions had been getting closer together, and we live half an hour from the hospital, but I didn’t feel like it was time to leave yet.

Fortunately my husband felt it was go time, and called his parents to watch Odin. When they arrived, I was leaning on a chair during a contraction and told them there’s a chance we’d be sent home. His mom looked at me as if to say “yeah, right”.

We got to the hospital and once there was a room for me, I went onto the bed so that they could start the assessment and hook up the monitor to my belly. As soon as the nurse went to buckle the monitor, my water broke – it was 6pm. Roughly 6 contractions later I was pushing, and at 6:47pm Lennon Elizabeth Khan entered the world weighing a whopping 6lbs 10oz and was waving to her momma.

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She was very hungry and wanted to nurse right away. I was so thankful that breastfeeding went well for us as it had with Odin. I didn’t have any stitching that needed to be done and everything went as well as it could. I was so lucky to have such a short and easy labour – I didn’t have drugs for the delivery of either of my children, which was what I had been hoping for each time (and thankful to have been able to follow ‘the plan’).

IMG_0510Around 8-8:30, Ryan’s parents came to the hospital with Odin. Odin was a bit nervous to see me on the hospital bed, but I was able to walk around and carry on as I normally did, so he was fine once he realized I was ok. He loved his sister from the very moment he saw her.

My labour with Odin had been very quick, and all I had been told was that it’s even faster the second time. In my case, they weren’t kidding. 47 minutes after getting into the hospital bed I was holding my little baby girl. The one that would complete our family.

Lennon is now just over one month old and the transition from one to two children has been busy, but honestly not as chaotic as I was expecting. I’ve learned that routines are important, especially for Odin, and that I always need to have a snack or something close by when nursing Lennon – because that’s always the time when Odin decides he is hungry.

Odin’s Birth Story

November 28th, 2012. My due date. After much speculation that I would deliver my baby early, I didn’t. My husband would talk to my belly and tell the baby to stay in there until at least 4pm on my due date, as he would be home from work then. Low and behold, at 5pm on my due date, I went into labour. My contractions were fairly consistent and were about 5 minutes apart right from the get go. We live 8 minutes from the hospital, so we gave them a call, explained what was going on, and they told me to come in for an assessment because we lived so close. I figured it was better to be safe than sorry, so to the hospital we went.

My water hadn’t broken, but I was definitely in labour. After a few hours in the hospital, they suggested that I go home, as I was still only 2cm dilated. I had a bath when I got home and tried to sleep, but the contractions made it pretty difficult. The next morning I woke up and ate breakfast. During breakfast, my contractions got stronger and closer together. Once I began timing them, they were roughly 2 minutes apart. I jumped in the shower and while getting dressed I realized it was hard to stand up during a contraction. We called the hospital to tell them we were on our way.

Once we arrived on the maternity floor, I broke down in tears, probably because I realized that this baby would actually be here by the end of the day and everything seemed so surreal. I was on the hospital bed getting through the contractions when we had to call my OB in to break my water. I was 5-6cm dilated at this point. The contractions became much more intense after my water was broken.

The hospital I delivered at had really large birthing suites that had tubs in them. i moved into the tub and had the jets on my lower back to ease the pain of the contractions. I told my husband to go home and let our dogs out because I felt alright and I thought there would be enough time for him to do so. I sat in the tub, sipping ginger ale and had nurses coming in to check on me every so often. I was told that I should let them know once I got to the point where I felt like all I could do was push.

Once I got to this point, my husband was still gone and when I told the nurse, she check and I was only 7cm dilated. At this point I decided to request an epidural. I didn’t have a birth plan, but when people would ask me what I preferred during my labor, I told them that I’d like to go epidural free, but would do whatever I had to in order for my baby to enter the world safely.

My husband got back when I was making my request for the epidural. According to him, I used some more colourful language when referring to the epidural. He helped me out of the tub and over to the bed where they were set up with the epidural. The nurse did one last check. I was 10cm and the baby was crowning – no wonder I felt like all I could do was push! Due to the baby crowning, an epidural was out of the question, which I was ok with. I just wanted to start pushing this human out of me. I listened to the nurses and only pushed when they said to. My OB raced across the parking lot and made it just after I began pushing. The nurses had me prepared to push for a couple of hours, as they said most first timers tend to push for two hours.

As I was pushing, I knew it wasn’t going to take me two hours. After 10 minutes of pushing, Odin Edward Khan made his was into the world. We didn’t find out the gender ahead of time, so when he exited, my husband looked at me with the biggest smile on his face and said, “it’s Odin!”

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I started crying when they put Odin on my chest and I was overcome with the most blissful feeling. This little boy became my everything. It was the greatest experience of my life. The best day of my life. And to this day, Odin makes everyday a great day.

My labour and delivery story isn’t very dramatic. I was able to deliver my baby the way I had hoped to and he was perfectly healthy. There was nothing more I could have asked for.