Like my friends before me that
have had kids, I have seen their Facebook feeds, Instagram Photos and Blogs
switch overnight from daily life, travels and friends to 100% kids once the
first child arrives. And while I love photos of other kids and love the
updates, I always thought I would be able to manage both an interesting
non-baby perspective coupled with the unconditional love for the newest
addition to the family. I will say it now: that is just not going
to happen, at least in the meantime. So for those who agree with my
pre-baby sentiment, this is your warning, this Blog is about to become 100%
baby.
I will try to keep it light and still fun, but no promises. I will let
you be the judge after reading the post below about the birth and you can
decide.
After my maternity leave plans
were derailed on Thursday afternoon with the news from the doctor, Martin and
headed to the hospital where we checked in and waited to get hooked up to track
the progress. After waiting an hour with no action, we learned that
Thursday was apparently a busy day in a busy week for expecting moms, with
scheduled inductions pushed back 2-3 days due to more pressing and urgent
pregnancies.... like mine. Apparently having your water break with no
movement for 2 days is not a good thing). So while others had to wait,
Martin and I snagged one of the last L&D rooms for the day and were sent
upstairs to get the show on the road...I was never one to wait in lines, whether
it is at the bar or to get backstage at a concert so why should birth be any
different.
The afternoon was spent with
Martin and I laughing at the turn of events and trying to wrap our heads around
something that had appeared so abstract just a few hours prior.
There was definitely a lot of nervous laughter and shaking of my head... I mean
seriously, how did I not know my water had broken... I had two days to figure
it out!
Around 7pm I was hooked up to an
IV, and the doctors began the process to induce labor. While we waited
for the drugs to kick in, we watched Warriors beat the OKC beginning their 3
game winning streak to win the Division title and head to the
championship. Around 9pm when the contractions really kicked into gear I
was feeling confident that while I was hooked up to an IV and my mobility was
limited I would still be able to stick with the Birth Plan and have a natural
birth. I lasted exactly 2 hours of real labor before crying uncle and
asking for the epidural; that shit hurts and could have gone on for
hours! It was the best decision ever. With the angel of a doctor
getting the E drip going, I was able to sleep for a few hours pain free and
without the need to get up to pee every 30 minutes (a novelty for me at this
point). And while similar to the lack of cravings or mood swings
during the pregnancy I won't have the crazy story of me yelling at Martin that
I hate him for doing this to me I was able to be fully present and well rested
for the big show. It only seemed fitting that I would go into the
process still smiling.
From zero to 60 in just under three hours, I was ready to start pushing around
2am. And at 3:25am on Friday May 27th we officially met our little man, Oskar Arvid Breuer,
a healthy boy weighing 7 lbs and 8.5 oz. Although to be fair, the name
wasn't decided until two days later; it took some negotiating and horsetrading,
but it was definitely worth the wait to get it right.
We are now home and settling into
our new routine, or rather Oskar is settling into his routine and Martin and I
are trying to keep up. And while I know it has been said
before by every single other new mom out there, we are utterly in love with the
little guy and can’t imagine life without him.
Our love is all consuming.
Like all constants in life,
change is inevitable. This blog has gone from my single crazy life of
traveling in Europe to the maturity of meeting and marrying an amazing man and
setting up a home in San Francisco. And now
it is on to the next adventure of motherhood and all that comes with
it. I hope you stick with me on the next journey.
