Milo’s Birth Story

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I’m finally sharing the birth story of our beautiful newborn son, Milo. And I can’t get enough of these adorable rainbow baby photos!

Milo: Our Rainbow Baby

Milo Joseph Thomas was born December 11th, 2018 at 9:00pm exactly and he couldn’t be any more perfect.

He was a miracle rainbow baby to begin with, but during labor we found out just how much of a miracle baby he really is. 

Today he is 6 weeks old and I am finally sitting down to write his brith story.

Most people don’t share birth stories, especially so publicly, but I love reading them when people do. 

More so, I love looking back at Ellie and Lyla’s Birth Story and I know I will do the same with Milo’s birth story.

It helps to remember exactly what happened and the details not to get fuzzy. So really, this post is for me in 10 years to remember. 

Many of you have read how we got to this point and if you haven’t, you may want to start there: Infertility: The highs, the lows and the in between.

A Mother and Father Sitting on a Bed Holding their Newborn Baby Boy

Milo Vs. Ellie and Lyla

My pregnancy with Milo was not the easiest. It was very different and difficult in different ways than with the twins. 

With the girls, I had preeclampsia and spent many a day in the hospital getting monitored for it. 

However, I never had nausea (or food aversions) and I felt good and strong. Just a GIANT twin pregnant belly. 

With Milo, I thankfully did not have preeclampsia again, however I was sick through almost all 9 months.

I had non stop head cold like symptoms, with a crazy runny nose, and a ton of morning (all day) sickness and food aversions. 

I also had insane pressure the last trimester that made it almost impossible to keep up with the girls. 

The one thing that was consistent from Ellie and Lyla to Milo — HEART BURN. All day, every day. 

A Mother Holds her Newborn Baby While His Big Sister Helps Bottle Feed Him

So by the time the last few weeks came around, I was READY this time. Fully ready. Bag packed ready.

Going Into Labor

I thought I was going into labor at 36 weeks. I packed my hospital bag before I went into my doctors office for my check up that day.

I had been having what I thought was an amniotic fluid leak…but they checked and said everything was sealed up tight.

I wasn’t in labor and they didn’t think it would start soon. So I came back home and started using the clothes out of my hospital bag.

(If you have ever been pregnant, you know you only have like 5 things at the end that are comfortable to wear!)

A Father Sitting in a Dark Fabric Armchair Holding His Sleeping Baby

The night of the 10th, I climbed into bed exhausted. I had been so nauseas the last 24 hours and had no idea why.

It was my busy season still for work and I was trying to wrap up everything I needed to finish before I went into labor.

Technically I still had 2.5 weeks left to go and the Dr had said everything was locked up tight, so I figured I had time.

I told Jorge that I just needed one more day for work and I would have everything photographed and all my videos made. 

I literally said, “After tomorrow, he can come anytime and I will be ready!”. 

An Infant Boy Sleeping in a Gray Hat While Swaddled in a Black Cloth

Well, he must have heard that and thought, I’ll show her! About 5 am, I woke up and had the feeling that I needed to pee. 

It wasn’t an urgent pee feeling and I almost rolled over and went back to sleep. 

But I reasoned with myself that I am already awake, might as well go so hopefully I can get a couple more hours of uninterrupted sleep.

I stood up (more like rolled and pushed myself up for all I was worth haha) and took a few steps and felt a little bit of liquid.

This had been happening, as I mentioned earlier, so I figured that’s all it was. 

A couple more steps, a little more liquid. A few more steps and there it went, my water broke all over the bathroom floor.

A Family of Five Sitting on a Bed and Smiling with Their Small Dog

So I immediately changed my clothes, cleaned the floor and sat down to call the dr. I left a message with the call service. 

Then while I waited, I called my Mom. <— this kills Jorge. Jorge was still asleep! I hadn’t woken him up yet. 

Let me explain: I wasn’t having contractions yet and had no idea how soon I would need to go to the hospital. 

See, I never went into labor for the girls. It was an emergency c-section and I knew from about halfway through my pregnancy that it would be a cesarian birth because Lyla was breach. 

I had no idea how quickly I had to be into the hospital (we were going to have this important talk at the Dr’s office at my next visit the next day…whoops). 

So I figured, why wake Jorge up? I thought it would be nice to let him sleep a little longer because it was going to be a crazy tiring day.

So instead, I called my Mom because I knew she would be awake and told her what was going on. She was going to need to come over and get the girls off to school for us. 

A Big Sister Holding her Newborn Brother in a Hospital Bed

While I was talking to her, the doctor beeped in. When I told him what was going on, he said I could take about an hour to get ready and start heading to the hospital. 

Going to the Hospital

So I went and woke Jorge up… I turned on the lights and tried to wake him up. This is how that went…

Me: Hey, Jorge, wake up!

Him: – sleepily – Why?

Me: – more forcefully – Wake up! 

Him: – annoyed – WHY?


Him: – sits up very annoyed – WHY??


Him: OHH! – literally pushes me out of the way and runs off to get dressed –

A Smiling Father in a Blue Sweater Holding his Newborn Baby Boy in a Red Knitted Hat

A couple hours later, at about 8am, we left for the hospital. I still wasn’t having any contractions, so I wasn’t in a crazy rush.

It was driving Jorge insane that I was taking my time, but I wanted to wash a quick load of clothes before we left.

Remember, I had worn all the things in my hospital bag from a few days earlier!

By the time we left, Jorge was a nervous wreck. He almost took out our suv trying to get our other car out of the driveway.

He couldn’t stop bouncing his leg and trying to speed the entire way through rush hour traffic to the hospital. 

I on the other hand was totally relaxed at this point. I wasn’t having contractions still and I knew I wasn’t giving birth anytime soon.

On the way there we kept discussing what to name this little boy. We had a name semi picked out, but I was never 100% on board. For some reason, naming a boy was infinitely harder for us than naming a girl. 

If Milo had been a girl, we would have had him named from the second we found out he was a girl…but since he was a boy, we were arguing over names on the way to the hospital to have him. 

A Nurse Listening to a Newborn Baby's Heartbeat Through a Stethoscope

Giving Birth

We decide to table the name discussion until after he was born, but then as we walked into the hospital the name MILO was in big block letters on a huge tv screen. 

Milo was the name that I had been rooting for and wanted to name him, but my Mom and Jorge had talked me out of it. 

It was like a big glorious sign. I just turned to Jorge and just looked at him, I didn’t say a word.

And Jorge couldn’t help but laugh and said, ok, he’s a Milo. 

A Mother in a Hospital Gown with her Swaddled Newborn in her Arms

Into the hospital room we went and the nurse checked and yes my water had fully broken, but I was barely dilated. Maybe a 1.

Our fabulous doctor, Dr. Stein, came down a few minutes later and checked me himself and said yup it’s only a 1.

He said we needed to talk, that I had two options, but first he wanted to know what my dream birth was.

I said a healthy baby delivered by VBAC (vaginal birth after cesarian). 

He said, ok, we can do that. We can still try for a VBAC, but because you aren’t dilating at all and because of your previous c-section you can’t have the same meds a normal woman would take to help labor along. 

Instead, I would have to do something called a Foley. It’s where they manually dilate you with two balloons (one behind the cervix and one in front of the cervix) filled with 80ccs of saline. 

Then once those are in, they start you on pitocin to start contractions.

He warned me it would be extremely painful and that a c-section would be the easier route at that point. AND that a c-section could still be needed if this method failed. 

A Newborn Baby Being Introduced to His Two Older Sisters at the Hospital

I normally have a good pain tolerance and I also had a horrific recovery from my previous c-section. 

So I knew, that no matter what, I wanted to give it my all and try for a VBAC.

I told him this, and he said great, we will get started as soon as we get you into a labor and delivery room. 

We placed the balloons in (before I had an epidural, because the epidural was going to take time to get a dr down to do) and boy oh boy was he right.

It was tolerable at 60ccs, but once they reached 80ccs of fluid if was insane. The pressure was just SO much. 

Thankfully the anesthesiologists didn’t take too long and after a little while, I had the epidural in. 

A Newborn Baby with a Knitted Hat Holding onto his Father's Thumb

Over the next 12 hours, I labored away until we reached 10 centimeters. My epidural did not take completely, it was strange. 

I was able to feel everything fully from my waste down, but my back and stomach were numb. I could feel the contractions, but they weren’t unbearable.

So at this point, I was doing ok. I eventually reached the point where contractions were so far down, that they were incredibly painful. And I knew we must be getting there. 

The doctor came in a few minutes later and said, ok, it’s go time! And NOW, I was scared. Ready, but scared. 

A Close-Up Image of a Swaddled Baby Boy Sleeping Peacefully

It was amazing to me that I could not feel my stomach, but I could feel every single thing from my waist down. 

And when I started pushing, that was fully confirmed!!!

My doctor was wonderful and had me laughing in between pushes. I was amazed that I was able to laugh and that this was nothing like what I had seen in movies or heard from family/friends. 

I wasn’t screaming, I wasn’t crying, I was just doing it! In my experience, the Foley (balloon bags to dilate) were insanely more painful than everything else that happened! 

15 hours after my water had broken, I heard the doctor say that he was almost there and to get ready for one big last push. I started pushing with everything I had.

I heard some weird talk about double something and nurses were rushing around. My mind immediately went to twins again, and I thought – no way – they were sure it was just one this time.

I kept pushing and my doctor grabbed my hands and told me to sit up and reach down. Then at 9pm on the dot, I reached down and literally pulled Milo out from under his little arms and laid him on my belly.

It was one of the most amazing moments of my life so far. Truly incredible. 

A Brand New Baby Boy Being Tended to by Doctors

It was at this moment that the doctor explained what had been going on. 

It turns out that Milo had his cord wrapped around his throat twice.

His heart rate had been dropping at the very end, but it was too late to do a c-section, he was already too far into the birth canal.

That alone was terrifying to hear, but then we found the knot in his umbilical cord. You can see it above in the photo. 

It’s not just kind of a knot, but I mean a true 100% knot that he had somehow tied when he was in utero. 

Everyone in the room was telling us how insanely rare this was and how incredibly fortunate we were that Milo was ok. 

And he wasn’t just ok, he was perfect. 7.8 pounds of perfection.

Everything checked out wonderfully and in spite of having the cord wrapped around his neck twice and a huge knot in his umbilical cord, he was in perfect health. 

This baby boy was truly our Miracle in every way. 

A Black and White Photo of a Mother Holding her Newborn Baby in a Striped Shirt

Birth Recovery

That was 6 weeks ago now and I couldn’t imagine our lives without our Milo. 

My recovery this time around has been night and day from my first experience.

Right after I gave birth, I got the crazy shock/hormone shakes. My teeth were chattering so loud you could hear them when you walked in the room. 

However, by the time I made it to the recovery room a couple hours later, I was back to almost normal. 

If you are able to, I would highly recommend a vaginal birth over a cesarian. 

People like to say that a c-section is the easy way out, but as someone who has done both, let me tell you, it’s not. Not by a long shot.

I was terrified of the recovery time again this round with 3 kids, but it was almost like nothing had happened. 

Sure I was sore, but my body quickly went back to normal and I was ready to tackle life again. 

Two Young Girls Jumping on a Bed with their Parents and Baby Brother Behind Them

As for the girls, they both jumped head first into big sister roles and never looked back. I am so very proud of them.

They are nothing but love with Milo and patience with me when I need a few minutes before I can help them or listen to them. 

They are happy to help with baby brother and bring me things he needs. They go running when he cries and bring him his pacifier and sing him songs. 

There hasn’t been an ounce of jealousy with either of them, they just can’t wait to play and share everything with him. 

Two Twin Girls Laying on a Bed with their Mom, Dad and Newborn Brother in the Background

In fact, on our first day home, I learned a quick lesson not to look away for a second.

When I did, I found Lyla feeding Milo a french fry (he did NOT like that) and Ellie putting all her favorite toys on top of him to share. 😂

We are so incredibly grateful to be where we are now as our happy, healthy family of 5.

It may have taken a lot of heart ache to get here, but it was so worth it. 

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34 Responses
  1. Tonya Bowman

    Thank you for sharing your beautiful story. I’m glad your little Milo is ok. My son’s chord was wrapped around his neck only once and that was scary enough. I can’t imagine what you were feeling. God Bless!

  2. sarah

    Congratulations on your completion of your family. Milo is incredibly cute. Thank you for sharing your story. When my son (now 8 years old) was born, he also had a true knot in his cord, but it was not wrapped around his neck. I remember the feeling of being fearful for what could have happened, but so incredibly grateful for a healthy baby.

  3. Michelle @ Taste As You Go

    Congratulations on the arrival of Baby Milo. What a sweet post!

    I, too, love sharing the birth story for each of my kids… Especially since things didn’t go according to plan!

  4. Donna B Oliphint

    Beautiful story of your Miracle baby! Congratulations!!! Milo certainly did not look like a baby that had endured over 12 hours of labor. You have a beautiful family.

  5. Sheila Tatum

    I’ve been looking for this post since your due date! That makes me feel like a stalker, but after your post on the highs and lows of infertility, I’ve been hoping for news of a healthy baby. Congratulations Jessica, Jorge, Ellie, and Lyla on your newest family member Milo!

  6. Elaine Colacitti

    I’m a newbie on your blog. I happened to click on a Pinterest picture of baby bottom cakes, and your blog came up. What a wonderful story! It brought tears to my eyes…..I’m so happy for all of you and glad that everything turned out great! All three of your children are beautiful….you are blessed! I had a C-section 31 years ago when I had my daughter. I’m, a single mom and my daughter, Andrea, is the most special, loving, caring and protective person I know! I developed pre-eclampsia, in my 9th month…which caused my blood pressure #s to hit 210/190…I was admitted to the hospital and stayed there from Dec. 3rd to Jan 1st. She was born on 12/26 instead of her due date of Jan 21st. On the day I delivered, all my #s seemed to be normal, all the fluids were back to normal…. (I was losing the amniotic fluid which was a danger to the baby, and the blood pressure #s could have caused seizures and we both could have died)…but I had a wonderful team of doctors and they got me through it and she weighed 4lbs 13 oz…..she looked like a plucked chicken because she was so small and her skin had not filled in so her hands and feet were all wrinkly and bony! But as I said, she just turned 31 this past Dec. and she’s been a joy to me! I’ve been blessed also! Congratulations and God Bless you and your lovely family! Take care! PS I LOVE the name Milo! Elaine Colacitti, Winthrop, MA

  7. Sharon Ernst

    What a wonderful blessing for you and your entire family!  Congratulations!  It was a long journey, but so worth every bit of it!  You have many years of joy ahead of you!  ♥️

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