We’re excited to announce that our very own Heidi Parker was induced today and welcomed a baby girl to the world this afternoon!! We can’t wait to see pictures of little IBP and share them here. Congrats, Heidi!!!
Since Heidi was induced today, we got to talking about the differences between giving birth to your first and second children. I know I (the first child) put my poor mother through misery, while my younger sister – lucky for mom – ended up being a breeze of a labor.
Here’s a peek into our lunchtime conversation today…
Melissa Parlaman: My little girls are both so different & so were their deliveries. When i gave birth to PP almost 4 years ago, I was being monitored for her potential low birth weight. So, on my due date, I was induced.
Usually with induction, you face a loonngg labor & that I did. Went in dinner time on Tuesday night & didn’t get out until almost Thursday AM (well, PP was born right before midnight on Wednesday night).
While I was in labor, I had my family & Rob’s family there all day & the proud grandmoms stuck around until PP was born that late night. As you could imagine, labor was long & tiring!!
This time around with Pinkie Pie, our family was not around since they are all in PA, so no anxious family members at the hospital. I went into labor late on a Thursday night, stayed home as long as I could, then woke up my husband & PP so we could go to the hospital at 5:00 AM. It was much different this time around, since we had to pack PP some breakfast, changes of clothes for all of us, worry about getting PP to school, who was going to pick her up, etc. But, once PP went to school, we had a relaxing day in the labor room (I know, you are thinking I am nuts to say this but I did find it calm & relaxing in the hospital room). And by 2:16 pm, Pinkie Pie was born (9 days early too!!).
The best feeling was when I had both of my girls with me at the hospital. I had teeny tiny Pinkie Pie in my arms & big sister PP (wearing her Big Sister shirt) beaming proudly at her little sis (whom she affectionately dubbed Pinkie Pie).
It was so much fun, I may do it again….I just have to get my husband on board!
Michele Grant: The second time was also surreal for me. It felt almost anticlimactic in how calm and composed I was. All of the females in my family ended up in and out of my room during my labor, chatting, telling stories about their labors, and my teenage cousins, too young to remember my labor with Emmers, asked questions and expressed their horror at the very thought of giving birth!
KK was my second delivery, but my husband Ken’s first. Watching him experience the process for the first time, without having my own set of first time anxieties to draw my attention, also contributed to the fantasy-like atmosphere. All in all, it was a better experience than my first delivery (I drank peanut butter malts throughout this labor!), but also feels like it happened in a time and place untouched by reality.
Karen Hartzell: My second delivery was in one word, surreal. After the 24 hour of labor with Baby, culminating with a rapid decision for a c-section to deliver her, my Doctor and I decided to schedule a c-section for baby number two.
DH and I were up well before the sun on Dec. 22 to be at the hospital at 6 AM. Who does this to pregnant women? Hellooooo! We are tired! Why aren’t c-sections scheduled at noon?
Anyway, after registration, I was wheeled down on a gurney to meet the anesthesiologist and to prepare for the surgery. Doctors and nurses came by and introduced themselves and advised how they would be assisting in my surgery. Let me tell you…it’s a very weird feeling meeting people while you’re laid out on a gurney, and it’s not like I would recognize them again in the room with all the masks, but whatever.
Eventually I made it into the operating room and DH came in minutes later. It was so comforting to see him there because I knew what was coming. Surgery is scary. Being awake for it makes it even more scary…for me anyway.
When the surgery started the minutes passed, but it seemed like forever. After quite a bit of tugging and pulling, my 9+ pound bundle of joy was out, crying and being photographed.
And just like the day Baby was born, the minute they put him next to me so I could see him, the happy tears started flowing. As different as things may have been for delivery number two vs number one, some things remained exactly the same.
… As I listened to their stories of labor pains and scary moments, I actually said outloud, “Why do people do this on purpose?!!?” Well, one thing was unanimous — it’s absolutely worth it.
How was your second labor different from your first?