2nd birth is TEN times faster than your first! My little man is officially 3 weeks old today! It’s a long one!

My pregnancy had been completely different from my daughters, If it wasn’t for a missed period, wouldn’t have known I was pregnant. Found out November 24th we were expecting our little man. My husbands father passed away completely unexpectedly 4 years ago in May, when those two lines came up I immediately got on my app to predict my due date. July 26. How the hell was I going to tell my husband I’m pregnant, when our daughters 1st birthday was the following week, and I’m due 3 days after his dads birthday.

He comes in the bathroom as I’m giving our daughter a bath and I’m crying because I’m in disbelief, denial, scared. Just moved into our new house the week before, it’s only a 2 bedroom. And the kids can’t share a room because the room isn’t big enough. My daughters birthday was the following week. Christmas. I was a bit emotional. He asked what was wrong and how his day couldn’t get worse, I told him I’d beat him because I’m pregnant. All he could do was look at me and say it’s a boy. Other than 1 friend of ours, every. Single. One. Of our friends have girls, multiple girls. We have 3 friends that have 3 girls EACH. When we found out we were having a boy I couldn’t help but laugh, how tf do I take care of a boy?

My pregnancy was amazing. No complications, no morning sickness, I didn’t even swell being pregnant middle of summer. Didn’t even get stretch marks like I did with my daughter. I had a feeling I’d have him early, maybe on my father in laws birthday, it was only a couple days before my due date, I was 3 days late with my daughter. Got checked at my 37 week apt, only .5cm dilates and I was very high and still hard. Ok. No big deal. My dr cancelled my 38 week apt because I wasn’t progressed and he was gone that week. Thinking no way I’d be having him anytime soon. I was 38+1, Saturday morning I go to the bathroom as I’d been having decently consistent contractions all night long. My bloody show decided to start showing. All day Saturday I bled and lost my plug, Saturday night Sunday morning, again consistent contractions 10 min apart. Again all day Sunday lost my plug and had my show. Come Monday morning I was MISERABLE. My contractions were 5-15 min apart all night. I was supposed to go to work but decided to go for a walk, if they picked up I’d stay home if they stopped I’d go in. I won’t lie, I was so miserable I tried to take the midwives brew to see if that’d help. I did a lot of researching thinking if I knew I was close to ready I’d do it. I made it, about puked at the smell, took 2 small drinks and thought nope. Can’t do it. Gagged, but didn’t puke. So went for my walk they picked up but totally manageable and weren’t exactly consistent. 930 comes around i go back home. They nearly stop 😒 well fml. I do some cleaning, and at 11 they pick up HARD. I texted my friend at 11:11 saying “if they continue to pick up I’m just going to go get checked” my husband calls at 11:45 and asks how I’m doing, they hurt but I’m ok, said I was going in to get checked and I can drive myself (hospitals 20 min away) I all of a sudden had a BIG contractions and started crying. He’s pissed I waited this long, comes home. I’m continuously telling him I’m fine, he was at work he needed to shower before we left, they are coming back to back at this point but I’m in denial I’m in labor considering I’m only 38+3, we drop our dog off at my parents at 12:30, yep my water partially breaks in my parents driveway🙄 my idiot self was still in denial I was in labor. We get to the hospital, the elevator decides it doesn’t wanna work, at that point I’m no longer in denial and yelled that I’m about to push this baby out if the Effin thing doesn’t move. (Sorry to the guy in the elevator with us) we get to triage at 12:45, they check my cervix, 6cm dilated and my water did partially break. 7 min later I was checked into my delivery room, they checked me again I was 8cm, (holy hell) dr came in 10 minutes later as I was begging for an epidural at this point, nurses are trying to get my IV in to get me some type of medicine and fluids, dr checks me to see if it’s worth getting an epidural, as he checks me my water breaks the rest of the way because I was bulging and I was 9cm, clearly no time for an epidural, I was screaming. I started pushing 30 min later and he was born at 1:52pm. So perfect!

My labor was 2.5 hours, my first child’s labor was 12 hours. I worked out consistently everyday of my pregnancy, had at least 30 min of exercise daily. And ate better. He latched perfectly and ate like a champ.

My daughter was 6lbs 10oz, 18.5 in long, 12” head circumference.

My son? 8lbs 3oz, 20 in long, 14” head circumference. AND HE WAS 2 WEEKS EARLY!

As I wanted a natural birth with my 2nd, I kept telling my husband I was refusing an epidural. When the time came, I wanted that damn epidural, and I also chose to have a natural birth with the wrong kid 😂😂😭😭 I had a 1 degree tear, afterwards I felt like a champ. And it was totally worth it.

Everett Keith, you were so worth it

My family🥰🥰

Big sister is so in love