Jordan Patrick Pershick
On November 30th, life became a little more hectic, as I came to the realization that Jordan had intentions of arriving much earlier than I had expected.
All through the pregnancy I felt I was feeling things earlier, I just assumed that it was because I knew what to expect with my second. I certainly looked ahead of schedule. My belly began to show at 2 months and I announced it to work at 2.5 months after I could no longer wear my normal clothes. And I certainly had the whole family talking at my cousin's wedding in October. No one believed I would make it to my due date.
I began to dismiss thoughts of possibly going early as I got closer to the due date (which was December 17th) and I got busier trying to finish all the projects I had on the go. So on November 30th, as I sent my last draft of the United Way project I was working on, I completely dismissed the twinge of the first contractions. I still had so much left to do, I couldn't possibly be in labour.
As the evening progressed and the contractions got stronger (or the Braxton Hicks, as I thought they were, got more annoying), I began to pay a little more attention. I asked Josh to start timing them. They were 15 minutes apart. Which I immediately remembered from my first pregnancy that even if this was real labour I had PLENTY of time. So at 9 pm that evening, a few hours after the first twinge, I decided that I would see if a hot shower would work to stop them. I had Braxton Hicks the week before and a shower had cured me of them.
I came out of the shower only to realize that they were now 7 minutes apart. Now i began to think that maybe I was in labour. Still not 100% though I told Josh that I was slowly going to pack my bag and call the Grandma's to arrange a plan for Jake should we have to go to the hospital. Completing these tasks, I'm now having contractions that are 3 minutes apart. I tell my Mom to meet me at the hospital instead of coming here.
We got to the hospital at about 10:30 that night. My contractions were back to back but still not remotely painful so as I approached the Emergency admitting desk, I was not feeling rushed, and I am sure the nurse thought I was a false alarm. Because the nurses in the maternity ward certainly thought I was a false alarm. That is until they checked me and realized that not only was I in full labour, but would be having a baby very soon.
The OR staff was called in, and of course my O.B. was on holidays. (The same thing happened when I went into labour with Jake).
And at 1:22 AM on December 1st, 2009, Jordan Patrick Pershick was born, weighing 7lbs 13oz. A whole ounce bigger than his older brother was despite being 17 days early.
On the second night in the hospital, Josh had planned to stay with me but was feeling run down and asked if it was okay if he could get some rest at home and came back in the morning.
He called me the next morning from the lobby of the hospital saying there was no way he could come up. He had a fever, the chills, a sore throat and was sure he had the flu. He was the only one of us who hadn't gotten his H1N1 shot. He then made arrangements for him and Jake to stay at his Mom's to recover and would hopefully be home in a day or 2.
Jordan and I came home from the hospital on Day 3, unfortunately Josh was feeling worse. I suggested he get Tamiflu and hopefully would help him recover faster. So when he developed odd bumps on the inside of his elbows, and his hands became even more dry and cracked he assumed it was a side effect from the Tamiflu. But when his fever remained and the bumps became red and angry, he went back to the doctor's to discover he managed to get a staff infection. Which meant a prescription for antibiotics and more time to recover and be quarantined. He was away from us for about a week altogether and when he came home he had to wear gloves. But the reunion was very sweet.
All through the pregnancy I felt I was feeling things earlier, I just assumed that it was because I knew what to expect with my second. I certainly looked ahead of schedule. My belly began to show at 2 months and I announced it to work at 2.5 months after I could no longer wear my normal clothes. And I certainly had the whole family talking at my cousin's wedding in October. No one believed I would make it to my due date.
7 months pregnant, taken by my friend Ren West.
As the evening progressed and the contractions got stronger (or the Braxton Hicks, as I thought they were, got more annoying), I began to pay a little more attention. I asked Josh to start timing them. They were 15 minutes apart. Which I immediately remembered from my first pregnancy that even if this was real labour I had PLENTY of time. So at 9 pm that evening, a few hours after the first twinge, I decided that I would see if a hot shower would work to stop them. I had Braxton Hicks the week before and a shower had cured me of them.
I came out of the shower only to realize that they were now 7 minutes apart. Now i began to think that maybe I was in labour. Still not 100% though I told Josh that I was slowly going to pack my bag and call the Grandma's to arrange a plan for Jake should we have to go to the hospital. Completing these tasks, I'm now having contractions that are 3 minutes apart. I tell my Mom to meet me at the hospital instead of coming here.
We got to the hospital at about 10:30 that night. My contractions were back to back but still not remotely painful so as I approached the Emergency admitting desk, I was not feeling rushed, and I am sure the nurse thought I was a false alarm. Because the nurses in the maternity ward certainly thought I was a false alarm. That is until they checked me and realized that not only was I in full labour, but would be having a baby very soon.
The OR staff was called in, and of course my O.B. was on holidays. (The same thing happened when I went into labour with Jake).
And at 1:22 AM on December 1st, 2009, Jordan Patrick Pershick was born, weighing 7lbs 13oz. A whole ounce bigger than his older brother was despite being 17 days early.
Jordan: 1 day old
On the second night in the hospital, Josh had planned to stay with me but was feeling run down and asked if it was okay if he could get some rest at home and came back in the morning.
He called me the next morning from the lobby of the hospital saying there was no way he could come up. He had a fever, the chills, a sore throat and was sure he had the flu. He was the only one of us who hadn't gotten his H1N1 shot. He then made arrangements for him and Jake to stay at his Mom's to recover and would hopefully be home in a day or 2.
Jordan and I home from the hospital (1 week old)
Jordan and I came home from the hospital on Day 3, unfortunately Josh was feeling worse. I suggested he get Tamiflu and hopefully would help him recover faster. So when he developed odd bumps on the inside of his elbows, and his hands became even more dry and cracked he assumed it was a side effect from the Tamiflu. But when his fever remained and the bumps became red and angry, he went back to the doctor's to discover he managed to get a staff infection. Which meant a prescription for antibiotics and more time to recover and be quarantined. He was away from us for about a week altogether and when he came home he had to wear gloves. But the reunion was very sweet.
My Men: Jake, Josh and Jordan.
posted by Jen_n_Jake at 8:21 PM
1 Comments:
Congratulations Jen on another handsome addition to the family! Love reading your blog - thanks for the update. :)
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