After what felt like the world’s longest pregnancy, Robin Isaac was finally born on March 19 at 11:51 p.m., 10 days late at 8 lbs, 9 ounces and 21 and a half inches long. The delivery itself was fairly uneventful other than the fact that I had several false starts and was in on and off labor for more than a week before he finally made his appearance. Unfortunately, there were some ultimately minor complications after the delivery that led to a long night and several exhausted days after the fact. I will post a complete labor story in the near future. I’m grateful to no longer be pregnant but taking care of two children is definitely harder than I anticipated. But for now at least he is here and healthy and already sleeps better than our daughter did. More to come.
Two weeks ago today I thought I was going into labor. I was wrong. Since then I’ve been having intermittent contractions but have made no progress. Today is my official due date and I’m really bummed that I haven’t gone into labor yet. I have strong contractions in the shower in the morning and again every night before bed. After two weeks of this I’m getting very tired and very frustrated. On top of which I’ve developed a nasty throat cold which makes it painful to talk and hard to breath at night.
I know I sound like a great big whiner. Most women feel this way at the end of their pregnancy. My daughter was born the day before her due date so the prospect of going a week late and possibly being induced stresses me out. I’m scheduled to go in for testing next Wednesday to see how long I have before they are going to induce me. I love my baby boy and I’m looking forward to seeing him. But if he doesn’t make an appearance soon, I’m liable to begin resenting his delay. Please Baby Robin, come soon!