Although not language-related, I’m excited to share the birth story of my new son who arrived this morning at 2:03.

It’s 9:30 a.m. as I write this, and he’s sleeping so sweetly next to me now. My husband, three-year-old son, mom, baby, and I got back home around 6 this morning, so everyone else is either asleep or just resting. The house is calm and quiet, which isn’t what I would’ve expected on the first morning of inviting a newborn into our small two-story townhome.

Similarities and differences between this birth and my last

The similarities between this birth and my last are crazy. I must have a thing for:

  • Going at least one week past my due date
  • Having short, intense labors (and coming to the birth center when it’s almost too late)
  • Needing castor oil to kick-start labor
  • Delivering babies that are around 10 pounds
  • Delivering babies that are 21.5 inches

The biggest two differences between this birth and my last were that this one was in the MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT and that it was the shortest labor I could have imagined.

I was nearly two weeks overdue with my first son and approaching one week overdue with this one. Of course, I had been Pinteresting all the mommy blog tips for inducing labor and had tried many of them: eating spicy food, eating dates, taking evening primrose oil, taking a liquid herb mix called “Start Up,” using Clary Sage essential oil, having sex, walking, and the list goes on.

My experiences with castor oil

The one thing I’d been holding off on taking was the castor oil. Most mom bloggers, it seems, stay as far away from this stuff as possible and don’t encourage others to use it as a method for natural induction.

I used it with my first–took 3 ounces in Gatorade–and had a positive labor experience. But then again, my first son was nearly two weeks overdue, and I needed to take a more desperate measure.

Not even one week overdue, I hesitated with the castor oil this time, but I ended up finally making a decision to take it…but only two tablespoons and in a smoothie and on an otherwise full-ish stomach (as opposed to an empty one with my first child).

My two-hour birth

That was at 5 p.m. At 5:30 p.m. I took a short, maybe 20-minute nap on the couch.

The next few hours were spent eating spaghetti, playing with my son, creating content for Instagram, and putting my son down to bed. At 11:10 p.m. I finally rolled into bed myself but was restless. I was tired and nodded off a few times, but then I started thinking about random things.

At 11:59 p.m., I texted my husband, who sleeps upstairs (we have different sleeping habits and routines),

“Are you awake?”

I told him I was feeling “very uncomfortable and in pain,” which was a bit dramatic at that moment because I had only felt one contraction up to that point. It had hurt my back, though, which was a new sensation this pregnancy–different from the false contractions I’d been having.

Next I got up to go to the bathroom. I thought that was all I needed to get back to a restful state and eventually go to bed and sleep, but my body had other plans. The contractions escalated, and fast. I used a contraction timer for a few rounds, and those few rounds was all it took for the “Go to the hospital now” alert to pop up on my phone. I called the midwife and we made plans to meet at the birth center about 40 minutes from then.

My mom and my child sat in the back while my husband drove. I sat in the passenger’s seat. My husband made the trip in record time, driving well over speed limit on 75 (Central Expressway) in Dallas.

The car ride was awful. To sit constrained in a seat belt while your body needs to move in primal ways is hell. I say now that if it had been rush hour, I would have had the baby in the car. My midwife commented later that if I have another baby (p.s., not planning on it), I should consider a home birth.

When we got to the birth center around 1:30 or so, the midwife let us in, and my husband and I walked to the birthing room. I got on the bed and labored there for a short time until it was time to start pushing. About 30 minutes and a lot of pain later, my son appeared! The midwife laid him on my chest, and I spent the next four hours at the birth center for monitoring until it was time to go home.

From start to finish, the labor was a little over two hours, so it was intense but short. I am very blessed to have had such a smooth birth experience.

Seeing my two sons together melts my heart:

We’re getting used to our new family member. So far, he seems calmer than our firstborn. This week, I’ve been 100% focused on taking care of him and on taking care of myself, so I’ve spoken limited German to him. I’m planning to introduce him to more German starting next week when family leaves and we begin to establish a routine.

I can’t wait to get back to blogging, adding and updating more language preschool listings in the directory, building and enhancing partnerships with other language-related brands, and ultimately, helping more families raise bilingual kids.

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Special thanks to the amazing midwives at Bella Births in McKinney, Texas. I can’t imagine having a job in which I’m on call 24/7, but they rock it so wonderfully. If you live in the Dallas-Fort-Worth area of the United States, look into Bella Births. It’s where I delivered my two babies, and I couldn’t recommend them more.

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