I love Spencer more than anything. I was meant to be his mom, and he is very special. That being said, I'm about 80% sure that I don't want to have any more kids. At least not biologically. I'm not ruling out adoption, but I'm also not officially planning on it.
My pregnancy was great. No problems. My birth experience on the othe r hand, was VERY scary. Spencer was basically a month early. I had bad contractions all day long with some bleeding, and by the time we actually made it to the hospital (Jeff was broken down in Lake County all day, but that's another story), it seemed like all hell broke loose.
I was hooked up to a monitor, and it was kind of up and down. My contractions got worse and worse, and closer and closer, and the bleeding also got worse. Still the staff kept going back and forth on whether I was in actual labor or if I'd be sent home. Then all of a sudden the monitor started alarming and they stopped talking to us completely. Finally I was fed up and yelled "Jeff, something is wrong, MAKE them tell us what's going on!". They all stopped send looked at me, then they informed us they couldn't find the baby's heartbeat, I was still bleeding, and they were scheduling an emergency c-section immediately. We were terrified.
Everything ended up ok. Spencer was jaundiced. They did a blood transfusion on him because they could never figure out where all the blood was coming from. He was attached to so many tubes, but he is a fighter, and stronger for it today.
Anyway, I digress. I'm not sure why I decided to tell that whole story today, but I do know that I never want that to happen again. Not to mention the bad post partum depression that followed and lasted a really long time and put a HUGE strain on Jeff's and my relationship.
We can spoil one kid...more than that, not so much.
We'll see...I may get baby fever so bad that I give in, eventually...
My pregnancy was great. No problems. My birth experience on the othe r hand, was VERY scary. Spencer was basically a month early. I had bad contractions all day long with some bleeding, and by the time we actually made it to the hospital (Jeff was broken down in Lake County all day, but that's another story), it seemed like all hell broke loose.
I was hooked up to a monitor, and it was kind of up and down. My contractions got worse and worse, and closer and closer, and the bleeding also got worse. Still the staff kept going back and forth on whether I was in actual labor or if I'd be sent home. Then all of a sudden the monitor started alarming and they stopped talking to us completely. Finally I was fed up and yelled "Jeff, something is wrong, MAKE them tell us what's going on!". They all stopped send looked at me, then they informed us they couldn't find the baby's heartbeat, I was still bleeding, and they were scheduling an emergency c-section immediately. We were terrified.
Everything ended up ok. Spencer was jaundiced. They did a blood transfusion on him because they could never figure out where all the blood was coming from. He was attached to so many tubes, but he is a fighter, and stronger for it today.
Anyway, I digress. I'm not sure why I decided to tell that whole story today, but I do know that I never want that to happen again. Not to mention the bad post partum depression that followed and lasted a really long time and put a HUGE strain on Jeff's and my relationship.
We can spoil one kid...more than that, not so much.
We'll see...I may get baby fever so bad that I give in, eventually...