39 weeks and 5 days. That’s how long we had to wait to meet our sweet, precious Elijah.
On May 18 at 10:47 a.m., Elijah Peter Romenesko rushed into the world weighing 7 pounds, 10 ounces, a perfect 20 inches long, and a head full of blonde hair.
After walking around 4 cm dilated for a week, I had a doctor appointment on Wednesday the 17 and found out that I was now FIVE cm dilated. At that point I legit was like “If I sneeze the baby will come out.” And essentially, that’s what happened when he was born.
At my 38 week doctor appointment, my doctor scheduled for me to be induced on May 18 if the baby didn’t come before then. At that point it was comical that I still hadn’t had the baby, and I just knew that I wouldn’t have the baby until he was forced out. It was actually kind of nice, despite the extreme discomfort, to have a date set because my house was so nice and clean before we went to the hospital.
The morning of the 18th, I woke up and showered, and then I stood around thinking “Do I put on makeup and do my hair? I’m going to be a sweaty mess, and it’s just going to get ruined. But I’ve got time…” So I decided to put on makeup and put a braid in my hair because it keeps my darn flyaways nice and out of my face.
We woke Daniel up, dropped him off at our fabulous babysitter’s house, and then we went over to the hospital. We’re two for two on the pleasant rides to the hospital. After we were checked in, it was go time! They had me all hooked up by 8 a.m. and things happened very, very quickly.
As our fabulous nurse filled out the whiteboard, one of the sections was “Daily Goals.” She wrote Meet Elijah before 7 p.m. because that’s when her shift ended. I jokingly said, “Let’s make it before noon!” Because I’m hilarious.
And also I can predict the future, apparently.
Around 9:30 they broke my water, I had a couple of intense contractions and was like EPIDURAL NOW PLEASE. I have nothing to prove here.
After a little while I was like “Ummmmm, I think that you should check how dilated I am because the contractions feel very different and I think I’m like, almost ready here.” So the nurse checked and I had gone from 5 cm at 8 a.m. to 8 cm around 10 a.m.
And then at around 10:30 I was like OMG THIS HURTS SO BAD I NEED TO START PUSHING VERY, VERY SOON. And obviously I was crying because I was remembering how much it hurts to push out a baby so I was getting all tense and like OMG I’M SCARED TO START PUSHING BECAUSE OUCH. I remember at one point looking at my mom, crying and apologizing for being such a baby. 😭
I started pushing at 10:44 a.m.
Elijah was born three minutes later. Everyone was like WHOA THAT WAS FAST! And I was like OHMYGOD THAT HURT SO BAD. And then my doctor was like “I’m glad I got in here so fast! And BTW your epidural didn’t work right.” So then I felt justified in my pain. Poor little pook had a very bruised face from his rough entrance into the world, but by the next day he was nice and pinky pink.
My poor second child, you guys. My first words to the boy when they put him on my chest were “Oh my gosh, he looks JUST like Daniel!” Right down to the dimpled chin.
Around noon, I was cuddling Elijah and looking at Pete and saying, “I can’t believe he’s already here!” That’s basically what we kept repeating all day because man alive, it went fast. I didn’t even have time to sweat, and you know how I have a sweating problem.
On Friday afternoon, Daniel got to meet his little brother. I had all of these visions of sugarplums and rainbows when these best friends met for the first time, and Daniel’s pupils would turn into heart shapes at the sight of his baby brother.
It took Daniel about 3 minutes to actually notice that I was in the hospital room because he had to look around at everything else. After he finally noticed me, he noticed I was holding a baby. And he didn’t care. 🙄
We forced Daniel to hold Elijah, which lasted for about 7 seconds, and then he went back to pushing all of the buttons in the hospital room.
I’m happy to report that since coming home, Daniel looooooves Elijah… or ignores him completely. He does like to know where Elijah is all the time, and always talks to or about him in a baby voice. I mean, it’s adorable.
It was wonderful being able to bring home a two-day-old baby after our NICU stint with Daniel. Until 4 hours after being home as a family of four I got the stomach flu and felt the most misery I’ve ever felt in my life for the next 48 hours. Words cannot describe how wonderful Peter has been, taking care of me, Elijah, and Daniel and also dealing with my crying because I felt so bad about the whole situation.
So! Now here we are, a family of four just doing things that families of four do, like wear masks while cuddling babies and watching Winnie the Pooh on repeat.
I am so, so in love with our little family.