Dec 23
Quick Takes , better late than never!
1. The new baby came last week.

Good little kids, always come right around their due dates
Actually, this one was the latest yet, I realized that morning that I’ve never actually made it to my due date before, without a baby in my arms! Then, though I prayed ‘Thy will be done’ whether I would have the baby that day or not, I didn’t really live it. All day I kept talking to baby, telling them that it was time to come out. Then to help things along I walked all the way down and up the big hill on our street -twice. And finally, when I went to my weekly check up with the Dr and she offered to sweep the membranes to encourage labor, I said sure, why not.
About 3 hours later I went into labor
2. Which was great, except then it started to hurt… It’s easy to wish for labor when you’ve been waiting for baby for 9 months etc, but then of course when you’re actually suffering through it, it’s easy to want to wish it away again! It was especially tough because though I had been 2-3 cm when the Dr checked me that evening before labor started, after 2-3 hours of contractions that had started to be painful, I was still only 2-3 cm. They told me to come back later, so we went downstairs to a food court to walk a bit so as to help it along, and wait for things to progress.

However, I had already resolved that I was going to trust God and accept the labor experience He gave me etc. Since having my first two children, I learned more about offering up our sufferings and especially when it comes to labor, and resolved that when the next baby came along, that would be the route I would take. I had a list of people to offer up the pain for, people that I cared about, that if I could help them or save them, then the pain would be worth it.
This mentality allowed me to be more relaxed and not stress out about the pain, and so overall, labor went much more smoothly than last time, especially after we were admitted to a birth unit. With the help of the Nox gas. I was able to focus and breathe and relax, even during contractions. In between, I had moments where I was so relaxed I felt like I could fall asleep, just as I had had when my first son was born. Then too, I had gone into labor with the mentality that it would hurt but that I was going to accept it and trust God etc, and I remember when it was over looking back I thought it was so easy, I almost felt like I could turn around and do it again.

Of course, 3rd babies are supposedly the most unpredictable and while labor progressed fairly smoothly, pushing was a bit tougher than before. I think it was something like 5 pushes, (as opposed to the wonderful one push with my 2nd son…) Still, the Nox gas helped me to focus and wait until it was fully time to push, and also to relax in between.
As the intense urge to push set in, there was a short time period of light and hope, as I realized that this could all be over with the next contraction… (it wasn’t!) It got a bit hard, when contraction after contraction I had to push and baby just wasn’t out…
Then, finally, at 3 minutes to 4 in the morning, baby was out. I think DH said it took something like 5 pushes this time
Shortly after the baby was born I had a few minutes where I felt very happy, like really really happy. Here I was, having just given birth to another little healthy baby, after so many months of waiting. It was a moment when God felt very close, I felt such love and joy. I remember saying, ‘I feel like I’m in ecstasy!’ I felt a bit like St Tereasa. It was so intense, that was the only way I could describe it.

I was extremely worn out after the birth. Earlier that night when I was reassessed for a labor room, I was already starting to shake, my muscles were so tired. By the time baby was born I was too tired to even really try nursing him. So, I just rested in-between medical interventions etc. Furthermore, apparently with multiple births etc, it gets more risky, and this time I had a lot of extra bleeding. I heard them tossing around the scary h word. I had to have an IV and then a shot in my leg to help the clotting…. Here’s hoping that doesn’t happen next time?!
Neither the IV nor the shot were much fun, however, I was still grateful for them, as it’s kinda possible that they saved my life.
Having it all over with, was somewhat of a relief, really 5 pushes isn’t that much.. – BUT I was not ready to do it again. And the thought of having to, if I’m ever to realize my dream, of having a little girl, well that was really tough. I knew coming off a rather difficult birth and being up all night exhausted etc, I was perfectly entitled for the time being to feel like I was ‘done’ but it’s hard to think I’ would only ever have these 3 children. Luckily, even as soon as the next day, I started to warm back up to the idea-even though I know it will still be really hard and not fun.
3. Baby is: another boy. 3 little boys!

Little baby Noah, live and in person! Every time we’ve had a doll that we pretended was a baby, it’s been baby Noah. And now we have the real thing! The kids always knew that baby Noah was that doll etc, so now they know their little brother as ‘baby Noah’. I think of him as ‘baby Noah’. His Christmas presents were all addressed to ‘baby Noah’. Something tells me, it’s going to take him a LONG time to shake the nickname, even if he’s no longer the baby of the family!

4. Even though we are very blessed to have 3 beautiful healthy children, I find I am not as excited as I wish I was. Every time I’m pregnant there is the possibility of a girl, and every time I have ‘another boy’ I am that much further from that dream. I got over it pretty quickly with my second son, but this time I find I am subconsciously mourning the little girl that I didn’t have. I knew I was trusting God and his plan for this whole pregnancy etc, but for some reason I was just a little too sure it would be a girl, and so was disappointed. (THIS is exactly why I wanted to find out with my second child, so I would be over any disappointment and ready to love and welcome the boy…. For this reason, next time, I am going to find out, even if it means spending $100+ at UC baby. I hate that I was disappointed to have a 3rd healthy boy. I just can’t do this anymore, the suspense and the let downs are too much, I just need to know!
In the meantime, this is the baby God had planned for me, for us all along: little baby Noah.

5. The kids were cute, but I think my best friend had the best reaction to the news. I called her around lunch time the day he was born, announcing baby’s arrival. She told me she’d be right over etc, and hung up without even asking what I had, she was so excited!

It was also, so touching and sweet to watch her hold him. She commented ‘so this is what a newborn looks like’ to which I replied that htis was not her first time seeing one as she had been in to visit me after the other 2 kids were born as well. But she remarked that this time it was different. Exactly, of course it is.
Before baby was born I was excited for this moment etc, for you, because I knew when you held this baby, it would just melt your heart.
Oh hon, you’ll have your turn next summer!

6. The kids have been pretty cute too. The afternoon after he was born when we had the in-laws on the phone, I told my 3 year old about the new addition to our family.
‘You have a baby brother.’
T: ‘A baby brother?” he asked softly
‘Yeah. The real baby Noah, he cries and everything.’
T: ‘He cries?’
Awww
Then, then later that afternoon they came to meet their new baby brother. My oldest was pretty excited, he seemed quite taken with his little brother, looking t him tenderly. Then he asked baby, ‘do you want to play with me? do you want to jump? Jump! Jump!’



Back home both wanted to play with and care for their little brother. My middle son brought him toys to play with. Later when baby finally woke up my oldest son came over and tried to lift up the car seat. When I explained that I needed to unbuckle him to get him out my son reached over to help with the buckles. Aw.
7. Nursing has been easy. Even in the hosptial, baby seemed to be a natural, even getting himself latched on without me having to hold his chin down etc. I’ve enver had such an easy time of it! I am also still nursing my 2 year old, so I’m pretty busy. Of course the oldest one doesn’t need it like the baby, so usually he only gets nursed AFTER baby has his and as a result He isn’t getting his mummy time nearly as much as he’d like, but that was the case even before the abby came along, since he’d ask for it all the time. Still, nursing 2 kids, I have a LOT of milk, and I think often it comes out too fast for the baby. The good thing is that if I need a way to take the pressure off because it’s too full, for me or for baby, my 2 year old is happy to help.
However, I do feel a bit like a cow sometimes … especially when I nurse them both at once!

Both boys, sound asleep in my arms
Even though it’s hard juggling two nursing kids, I don’t regret nursing my oldest right up till baby was born etc. I chose not to wean him in the hope that if I kept nursing till abby was born, it owul dhurt less when I went to nurse the new baby. And I was right! It had been mildly painful to nurse my 2 year old anyway, because the pregnancy hormones make them tender etc, but it really is no more painful to nurse new baby. Before I can remmber wanting to cry when DH would say it was tiemn to nurse the baby etc because of how much I knew it would hurt etc. That whole aspect of life with a newborn is absent this time, and I am very grateful. I’m still not getting as much sleep as I’d like, but overall, life with new baby is pretty great. He seems to be a pretty good sleeper too, giving me a good stretch at night and long stretches during the day to spend with my other kids etc.
Then there’s the nursing apetite. Since the heartburn subsided, nusring two kids I have a really big appetite, I’m always eating! 3 meals a day is more like 6 or 7 when you have 1st breakfast, 2nd breakfast etc….
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Overall, I feel very blessed to be Mummy to 3 precious little boys! Lord, thank You for providing for me and my little/growing family.
