16 beautiful years ago today, I was blessed with my second reason for living. My beloved Spencer Daniel Leslie Tisland came into my world. He was a giant ball of baby fluff, he weighed in at 10.5 pounds and 22 inches long. Yes, he walked out of the hospital 4 days later.
Spencer was originally due October 3, but he decided to hold out for October 4. I'm guessing because he knew his brother was born on a Friday, so he wanted to be born on Saturday, rivalry starts young people. Because he was so large, and I was a big ball of HUGE, I was sleeping on the recliner and so my water breaks, which was new to me since with Skyler it didn't. What they don't tell you is that when it breaks it continues to leak. I thought once it broke that was it. Oh noooo, every contraction more gushed out. By the time we get to Northside Hospital I was soaking wet and walking in like I had just gotten off a horse. We get checked in and it's early morning. They get me all set up like before except this precious gift was head down and stayed head down so we didn't have any automatic C-section talk, like his stubborn brother. 14 1/2 hours later, I had pushed for 2 hours consecutively, and every time I did, I kept thinking, somethings wrong, I feel like I'm going to pop something. At one point my MD comes in and tells the midwife to cut back on my epidural because she doesn't think I can feel the contractions. If I could have come off the bed I would have strangled that little Indian hobbit. Every time I pushed Spencer he would come down and then pop right back up, I'm told this is not normal. Gee, really? So after my Mum goes and has a chat with the midwife they decide I've suffered enough and prep me for yet another C-section. At least I know what to expect this go around. We get into the OR and they are working their magic and up comes this gigantic baby. No, seriously, 10 1/2 pounds is a 3 month old people, he was just so chubby and round headed, he was beautiful. When they measure his head circumference it was 12 and I about choked and asked them "um, if I only dilate to 10, how the hell was he gonna come out?' RRREALLLYYY!!!!!!????
Thank GOD for C-sections, is all I could say. The best part was when the hobbit came into my room the next day, and my Mum and ex were there and she tells us that 'I should never have been pushing because of the cut from the last baby, I could have ruptured.' Now, my Mum is a nurse and when she heard this she came off the couch and ripped the hobbit a new one. Telling her how 'we could have lost the baby and her precious daughter.' Precious daughter would be me for those of you who know she has two daughters. :)....The convo I thought my Mum was going to kill someone was when my ex had the nerve to tell her 'I can't go through this again, that was just too brutal.' Mind you, he did nothing but hold my hand. Yeah, sounds tough for you big guy, let's gut you and see how 'brutal' that is. ;p
My son's and I have a unique numerical bond as well. I was born at 2:19 am, my first born was born on 2/19 at 10:04, and yes, if you paid attention you see Spencer was born ON 10/4. We are a tight knit group of Mum and sons. As I have stated here before, I would die, lie, cheat, kill, do anything for my sons. They are my heart, what's left of it, my soul and my body and no one can ever take that away. I thank the heavens for giving me such a sweet, kind, generous, compassionate child that is Spencer....Meep.
