My Teo

I was cranky.  I was fat.  My stomach was super heavy and I was frustrated with my waddling walk.  I wanted to not be pregnant anymore.........or ever.  I hated not knowing when he was coming.  Yes, there was a due date, but those are not so accurate nowadays.  How many people have actually delivered on their due date?! I know I haven't.  I'm a business person.  I need to plan.  I need to know what is going to happen and when.  The anticipation was eating me alive.

On the morning of January 18th I told Joel I had had enough.  I was feeling some sort of funky movings on in my stomach and I told him, 'Let's just go to the hospital.'  I had to be there at least 2 hours before I went into labour apparently because I had to complete an anti-biotic treatment.  This made things even worse.  I wasn't really allowed to go too far into labour without this treatment.  So, we went.  The nurse said that I was like, 2 cm dilated or something like that.  She wouldn't do the treatment, so she gave me the option of going home and coming back.  I told myself, 'I am having this baby today, no more waiting!'  So I told her we're staying.  Of course this is after some consultation with Joel, who's answer was always, 'It's up to you.' Which, when speaking to a cranky pregnant woman, is ALWAYS the right answer.

So we stayed.  I walked around to try and get this baby out.  After a couple of hours she said I was 4cm.  I was like, OK I want to go home, but I think Joel said we may as well stay.  I'm not sure how this exact story went.  It's been 2 years and I still have baby brain.  But it is along these lines.  Anyways, we stayed at the hospital, I kept walking, and then eventually I got my antibiotics, and after that they decided to induce me, I think.  I may be confusing this story with Josiah's.  Whatever.  Anyways, we basically got to the hospital kind of early, maybe 10:30am?  That's when this whole fiasco started.  By now, it's probably around 6 or 7pm.  So I started inducement........treatments?  I don't know proper lingo, I'm not a nurse.  So they induced me.  All this time Joel is being very patient.  He stayed with me throughout the whole process.  Amazing.

Long story short, post epidural, 20 minutes of pushing, Mateo was out.  It was 11:58am.  I was exhausted.  I was at the hospital for over 12 hours.  I was cranky, I was stressed, and the nurse asks, 'Would you like to hold him?'  I said no. I was tired and exhausted and they put the epidural too high, and I was mad at the doctor for coming too late, and I was frustrated for being in the hospital too long.  I didn't want to hold my baby.  She gave him to Joel.  I saw Joel holding him with tears in his eyes.  After I saw the joy in his face I knew that I wanted to share that joy with him.  In other words, give me my baby!  When I held Mateo for the first time, and Joel had his arms around me, we were happily staring at our second baby boy.

The next day, my parents brought Josiah to the hospital room.  Josiah didn't want to see Mateo either.  He didn't want to go near us.  I got a little sad, but I had to be understanding.  Josiah was still one, turning 2 the next month.  He was scared of the hospital and did not understand the situation.  But I had my 2 boys and my husband by my side.  That was one of the happiest moments of my life.  Realizing that I had an amazing family and I had accomplished so much at such a young age.

I am proud of who I am.  I am proud of who God made me to be.  I am proud of my sons, and I am proud of Joel.  We have gone through a lot in life, but God has been carrying us through all the trials.  We have two happy children and our own apartment and jobs that pay us enough to get by.

Mateo is a joy to our family.  He is officially 2 today.  Because he was born so close to January 19, sometimes I get confused of when his birthday actually is.  I'm pretty sure it's today.  Mateo is a happy boy, he is very energetic, very loving, almost always smiling, and has random spurts of crying which end up in smiling after 2 seconds.  He is very determined.  If he wants something, he will get it.  He is very curious and very daring.  He has guts.  He is exactly like his father.  He always makes people smile and laugh.  He is a joy in my life.

I love Mateo.  I thought it would be hard to find enough love to love my second child after I had Josiah.  I could not understand how I could have two children and love them both.  But I do.  It is possible!!

I thank God for Mateo and I wish him the happiest of lives.  I also pray that his allergies to ALL dairy foods, nuts and just everything in general will go away.