The last couple of months have been a complete whirlwind. On June 22nd we welcomed nugget number 2 into the world. Stella Ann was born after only four and a half hours of labor.
Although my labor was relatively short, it was still pretty intense. I was induced at 38 weeks to avoid any complications due to gestational diabetes. I developed gestational diabetes in my third trimester with both of my pregnancies. However, with my first pregnancy I was able to manage my blood sugar with a strict diet and medicine. Much to my dismay, this time around no amount of cutting carbs was able to keep my sugars under control. And, the medicine I was prescribed did squat.
If you’ve never been hugely and uncomfortably pregnant, with raging hormones, a mad craving for a cupcake, while not being allowed to eat anything sweet, lemme tell you…. well, you can imagine.
For some reason, the hormones were just too damn strong for the meds this time around and I had to spend the last two months or so of my pregnancy giving myself insulin shots, four times a day. To some people this may seem like no big thing. But, I’m a big wuss. So, to me, it was colossal. Both of my thighs were bruised from top to bottom from the shots. I shed a lot of tears. In all sincerity, my heart goes out to anyone who has to deal with diabetes on a daily basis.
But, I’d crawl through hell and back for either of my girls, so….
Number 1 stayed at home with Nana while hubs and I checked into the hospital. Because of the diabetes the nurses had to check my blood sugar every hour during labor. At one point it fell into the forties. For anyone not familiar, that is pretty damn low. It took two rounds of a glucose drip to bring it back up. Once that was sorted I was able to get my epidural. As the epidural kicked in my blood pressure dropped and I had to be given a shot of epinephrine. Oi. But thanks to my fab nurses I was well taken care of.
I remember after everything settled one of the nurses telling me that it should be a couple of more hours before I should expect to be ready to push, and everyone except hubs left the room. As I laid back, ready to relax and catch a few z’s, a searing pain came out of nowhere. Jason called the nurses, and in a flash everyone was in my room again, and Stella popped out with one push. My labor moved along so fast that the epidural wasn’t able to keep up with the pain. I felt the whole damn thing. Hats off to anyone who manages to go through labor without an epidural and spend hours pushing. I seriously don’t know if I could do it. Cheers.
The first night was a long one. Despite being militant with my diet and completely diligent with my insulin shots, my baby’s blood sugar fell slightly low after she was born. She had to be given formula, despite my desperate wish to breastfeed only, and her blood sugar had to be checked every couple of hours. So, I had a night full of nurses coming in every hour or two, pricking Stella’s heel, and telling me that if her blood sugar didn’t stay above 50, she’d have to be moved to the NICU and put on a glucose drip. No pressure. Thankfully, we made it through, and the little booger’s sugar levels came up enough to be in the clear.
Needless to say, I immediately fell completely in love with this new little person. She is sweet, cuddly, gorgeous, and totally badass. The most amazing moment of my hospital stay was undoubtedly when Number 1 came to visit and met Number 2 for the first time. Sofia’s face washed over with a look of pure love.
The last six weeks have been filled with the excitement of having all three sets of grandparents visit. Number 1 has been incredibly patient with having a newborn in the house, and has been over the moon with the playtime she’s had with our visitors. And, thanks to my husband’s kickass employer, he gets to spend the first 8 weeks at home with us.
Even though my pregnancy had its tough moments, and even though we’ve had our share of sleepless nights the last several weeks, it has been amazing. I already can’t imagine the world without Stella. I can already tell that she will be just as kind, and smart, and fierce as Sofia.
My little family now feels complete.