Introducing ... Logan Robert Pigott

Because my first child was born via emergency c-section, we decided from the beginning this child would be born via a planned c-section. Everyone told me it was like a day at the spa and I thought they were crazy. There is no way that a surgery where your stomach is ripped open is like a day at the spa. 

On February 13, 2014, we were scheduled to be at the hospital at 9 a.m. to prep for my 11 a.m. c-section. What a different experience all around!

We walked in, signed some papers and were escorted up to triage where we signed more papers and they cleaned and prepped me for surgery - my doctor was going to deliver this baby! As they pushed me down the hall to get my spinal tap, I started breaking down. Tears streaming down my face as fear and panic had set in. What if I can't do this again? What if I feel like someone is sitting on my chest? What if something is wrong with the baby? What if I feel everything? What if, what if, what if??!!

The nurse calmed me down by telling me she couldn't administer the spinal tap if I didn't stop crying and then I would have to stay pregnant. That definitely did the trick!

As soon as everything went numb and cold, my doctor and his nursing staff came in ready to meet the baby. This time, I felt everything. You can't feel the cutting but you can feel movement. I did feel the pressure of my doctor pushing the baby out of my stomach - a very strange feeling! 

The conversations that go on in the OR really are just like the hospital show dramas. I heard about the doctor's vacation schedule and his daughter's college drama. I chimed in this time and asked if they could suction out some fat before they put me back together (clearly, that didn't happen!).

As soon as Little Man was out of the womb at 11:34am, he screamed and didn't stop! That was when I knew he was going to be my loud child. The nurses kept talking about his chin, "Look at that chin!" "He looks like Kurt Russell or John Travolta!" Logan Robert Pigott had the cutest little dimple chin ever and looked just like his daddy! He weighed only 7 lbs and 14 ounces and was 19 inches long. Smaller than his sister but also a week early. 

He wasn't breathing right - breathing like he was actually a few weeks younger than they thought so I had to hold him against my bare chest in recovery. It's amazing how laying a brand new baby against his mother's chest to hear her heart beat helps soothe him and syncs his own heart and breaths. It was amazing that after thirty minutes, he was breathing normal. 

This time around I had milk. I was basically a dairy farm and everyone who came to visit saw me topless for three days. No shame here. All he did was EAT. All he has done ever since is EAT.

Here is my sweet boy, Logan.

The End of My Last Pregnancy

I will never be pregnant again. Knowing this during your pregnancy is bittersweet because feeling your baby move and kick and even have hiccups is unlike anything else. It's awful yet amazing. It's hard work. It's exhausting. It's uncomfortable. It's a miracle.

Even though the beginning of my pregnancy with Little Man was similar to the one with Little Miss, it turned out much smoother. I didn't have heart burn (thank God) and knew that he wasn't going to have a lot of hair like his sister. He didn't move around as much as his sister but his feet did like to kick my rib cage and once in awhile get stuck. He never dropped so I wasn't in as much pain.

I did however, gain the exact same amount of weight as I did with his sister. I thought for sure he was going to be a big baby. I mean, I gained 60 lbs again, he had to be right?

I think I just really wanted to enjoy each and every moment because I knew it wasn't happening again, even though I complained because let's face it, I'm the world's most miserable pregnant person.

Little Man's Baby Shower

At first, I wasn't going to have a shower. I mean, is it necessary to have a shower for the second child when you have all of the big items saved from your first? Well, turns out, it was only fair and still important to celebrate another bundle of joy.

I was lucky enough to have a few friends throw a great mustache themed shower. We were showered with diapers, wipes, baby boy blankets and burp cloths and cute clothes! Here are a few pics from the day!

Little Man Cravings

The old adage of dill pickle cravings for boys and sweets for girls was not necessarily true for me.
My pregnancy cravings with Little Man Pigott were not much different than Little Miss.

For breakfast I had to have the bacon and gouda breakfast sandwich from Starbucks. Not an egg mcmuffin from McDonalds or anywhere else, it HAD to be Starbucks' very own which I usually accompanied with a chai tea latte. I know, can you say, "SUGAR!"

Other daily must-have items were: cinnamon applesauce and mustard potato salad. What can I say, Little Man loved apples and potatoes.

There were many weekends that I made Paul drive me to Costco just to get a hot dog.

We must have had pepperoni pizza for dinner at least three times a week. To this day, Little Man loves his pizza!