Eliot Jack // Our Birth Story
By the end of this pregnancy, I couldn't walk, stand or sit comfortably. I'd been spoiled with the amount of time Margot spent in my belly (37 weeks) and with how smoothly my pregnancy with her went. My body just wasn't feeling it at all...no two pregnancies really are alike. I'd say I spent a good majority of the time complaining about how everything hurt. Towards the end, with every doctor's visit came the same news—she wouldn't be surprised if the baby came that night, as he'd been hanging low for quite some time and I'd already been dilated 3 cm starting at 38 or so weeks. Once I hit 40 weeks, my doctor set an induction the next day at 10am.
The difference in my first labor to this one was like night and day (though both were thankfully pretty quick deliveries). We got to the hospital, ready as ever, and didn't see a doctor until noon. She broke my water, and quickly after, I started having contractions. No induction needed! It was a pretty swift and easy going delivery—at 2pm, the baby was ready, the doctor and nurses rushed in and out popped "a beautiful baby boy" in just 18 minutes! The greatest surprise of our lives when, all the while, we'd been expecting a baby girl. But what a beautiful baby boy to welcome! Our Eliot Jack, well worth the waiting and pain, and the most perfect addition to our little family.