Wow. It’s been 8 months and I’m finally sitting down to write a bit more about my second pregnancy. I wrote Nico’s birth story within a few weeks, it’s definitely so different with the second kid- whenever, I have a moment, I just try to spend them with either of them!
Here is the pregnancy announcement, from a year ago (oops! I am so sorry). I really miss writing in this blog!
But before I write about Leo’s delivery…let’s start from the beginning.
Leo wasn’t 100% planned as Nico. We have always wanted two kids, but the pandemic started when Nico was about 1.5 years old, and our planned shifted a little bit. *You can also read here "are we ready for baby #2?" from May 2020*
By August-September 2020, we stopped being as careful- like if it happens, it happens! A three year old difference felt good. Nico would be *hopefully* in school, and a bit more independent.
I found out I was pregnant right around Halloween 2020, and oh boy I was surprised! There is a funny story actually. In October 2020, I was hired to create content for a pregnancy test company. It was purely for their usage, I didn’t have to be in the pictures or post them in my social media. The company sent me several pregnancy tests + ovulation kits. I thought “oh well, whenever we really want to try for Baby #2, I already have these ovulation kits”.
After Halloween, I had a feeling I was pregnant. I just KNEW it! (with my previous pregnancies, Nico and the miscarriage, I also KNEW!) So I went ahead and took one of those tests I had in my vanity..and it was POSITIVE! I started freaking out and I texted my manager asking if the tests actually worked or they were made to say positive (as they had to show positive in the pictures). They 100% were real tests, and we started joking saying that gig brought “fertility vibes” into my life.
This time, it was different. I told all my friends as soon as I found out. And I told my parents as soon as the pregnancy was confirmed by an ultra-sound. I had a miscarriage in 2017, before Nico and I was so scared throughout Nico’s pregnancy that I did not enjoy it. I learned that I really wanted to tell the people I would also share bad news with, people that have been there for me unconditionally.
Long story short, I had a lot of issues with my health insurance (“the American dream”, sarcasm included). So it took a while for my OB to see me.
By the time I was 17 weeks, I started bleeding after working out. I was working out a lot before getting pregnant, so I wanted to stay active (with little modifications, of course). We were shooting a reel and I noticed the bleeding and I started to freak out- because that's exactly how my miscarriage started in 2017...and this time, I had SEEN the baby, I knew he was a boy, and he had a name.
I cried uncontrollably the whole trip to the emergency room- and because of Covid, I had to enter alone. I started crying even more thinking of all the women that had received bad news in those rooms ALONE- without their partners, without a hand to hold. That made me even more upset with the Covid situation, as I kept scrolling on my phone and everyone seemed to be partying out and about.
Thankfully, the baby was perfect. It was my placenta that was very low (placenta previa) and that's why I was bleeding. So I had to be in bed-rest for two weeks: I couldn't carry my 2 year old, workout, do any lifting, etc. I was told to reach out to a high-risk doctor.
The next day I saw my doctor, the midwife that also delivered Nico. He was horrible, he scared me saying what you SHOULDN'T tell a pregnant woman. He told me I would need a c-section, that I might need blood transfusions, that there were a lot complications, that they might need to remove my uterus.
It was really scared, I would hold Nico so close thinking I was just told I could die in birth. Obviously I changed doctors immediately, and my new doctor (Lorena Tinoco and her partner) were absolutely amazing, they explained everything to me and they would just check the placenta every time. It slowly started migrated towards the top of the uterus.
Around 25-26 weeks, I was out of the danger zone. I started doing pre-natal yoga and walking. and I could carry my toddler, it broke my heart every time we wanted me to hold him and I just couldn't.
Spoiler alert: I did have a great delivery (more on that later), vaginal delivery with no complications.
So if you have been diagnosed with placenta previa in early pregnancy- stay hopeful! Everything will be okay!!
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Last month, I told you all about how we started a little gym corner after getting an amazing deal on this compact treadmill from QVC.
We still have so much to do around the house and my bedroom is definitely nowhere done. However, I’ve been eyeing some pieces to spice up my vanity and there was this mirror with multi magnification and storage, it also comes in silver but rose gold is more of the vibe I’m going for. I also really liked that the base has a storage perfect enough to keep my daily makeup organized.
Talking about daily makeup; if you have been following for a while, you KNOW how much of a fan I am of IT Cosmetics. If you are looking to try the brand, this 5 pc Collection is a great way to get a few new every day favorites. Also this Lip Serum Treatment Trio is absolutely amazing for hydrating your lips- and the pigments are great for that natural youthful looking look.
I also saw this amazing deal for a Micro-Dermabrasion Device that I couldn’t pass- it is from a brand called 7LS and exfoliates outer layers of the skin to improve the appearance of lines and pores. The bad news, I forgot I cannot use it yet (the skin is just extra sensitive during pregnancy). So I might either gift it to my mom on Mother’s Day that’s coming pretty soon…OR wait until July and make sure the baby glow stays!
Since this little desk also works as an office for zoom meetings, I also got this cute and versatile black blazer! You can also find more colors and sizes HERE.
What are your vanity essentials?
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Woah I cannot believe I'm writing this post. I cannot believe I'm writing it while little Nico sleeps right beside my bed.
**You can see our pregnancy announcement HERE, some frequently asked questions HERE, the story on how I told my parents HERE, and a personal article on body image during pregnancy**
I've noticed I always go back to the beginning. So let's do this: I found out I was pregnant almost instantly. It's like my body knew even before I missed my period.
After telling Gabe, my first decision was to change from an OB-GYN to a midwife. I wanted a different approach to this pregnancy. When I miscarried in 2017, my ob-gyn lacked touch- his words were " you passed it all" while I was still processing everything that had just happened.
I started reading how midwifes and doulas are more personable and I don't regret my decision. I found a midwife (or a mid husband as I called him for the past 40 weeks) and Gabe and I really liked him. We liked how he would still delivered babies at a hospital, but the approach was more holistic and modern technology was only used when necessary. I barely had ultrasounds, and a c-section would be the last resource.
I feel very lucky that my whole pregnancy went by-the-book. The midwife kept joking that the baby read the manual because everything happened at the exact week it was supposed to happen. For example: I had a little bit of nausea during the first trimester and it instantly stopped as soon as I reached my 13th week.
Around week 32, the baby was already head down. When I went to my Week 37 appointment, I was 1cm dilated and 25% effaced (effacement is the thinning of the cervix). That day, the Dr. said "Maybe I'll see you tonight or maybe next week" and I got so nervous. My parents started changing their flights to Miami "just in case"and you could feel some sort of tension in the air (a good type of tension, of course). We started prepping the hospital bag, finishing washing the baby clothes and blankets, painting the apartment , and more.
Later that week I lost the mucus plug (don't google it, there are graphic images in the www world- now you are definitely googling it right haha, all my friends did). It's exactly that, a plug made out of mucus that protects the uterus from bacteria. This was another sign that labor was approaching- but again, it could have been that night or a few weeks later!
So week 38 came by, I was now 3cm dilated and 60% effaced. My midwife told me how I definitely have been having contractions but I had not felt a single thing. I was hoping I would be a crazy exception that goes into labor without pain (spoiler alert, this did not happen!!). He said goodbye with the same words "See you tonight or maybe on the week 39 appointment!".
Mother's Day came by, and a big part of me was hoping for an early Mother's Day gift- but nothing. He was cozy in there and I was glad he was making it to week 39. So basically the same thing happened on my Week 39 appointment: still 3cm and this time he did not mention effacement. He told me how at Week 40 we would have an assessment to see his size and consider induction or wait another week.
Hearing those words made me go into work-mode, I said to myself "no more waiting at home, I have so much to do and the doctor is talking about 2 more weeks". Right after the appointment, I headed to the mall to get some outfits to shoot. Then I started listing things on Poshmark with the help of my cousin, we shot a look...and I even got a 1000piece puzzle to keep myself entertained.
Later that night, Gabe and I were watching Netflix and I started feeling some period-like cramps. Since I had not felt ONE THING, I thought it was my imagination. I thought that pain was Braxton Hicks. Halfway to the episode, I noticed they were not going away so I started timing whatever I thought I was feeling ( I wouldn't even dare to call them contractions). To go to the hospital, the general rule is 5-1-1 (every 5 minutes, lasting 1 minute, for 1 hour). When the episode finished, I was having them every 15 minutes, so I knew I had a long way to 5 minutes and I tried sleeping. The pain was getting stronger so I got in the tub (Cellphone in hand to time them. Many of the baby apps I downloaded have a contraction tracker, SO helpful). At this time, they were around 8 minutes apart. I couldn't believe they were getting closer together!
By 2am, I woke Gabe up and told him to get his bag ready with toiletries and a change of clothes- plus we needed to add things like chargers and the camera. I'll talk more about the hospital bag later, I want to share what I took and what I actually used/needed. Our parents were in Miami but I didn't want to call anybody until we knew it was for sure! We headed to the hospital at around 3am, there wasn't a soul in the streets so we arrived quickly to the hospital. It was so empty that the main entrance was closed and I had to stop a few times just to breathe during the contractions.
When we got to the Maternity ER, the nurses didn't believe me when I said I was having them every 5 minutes. I have a HIGH tolerance to pain and while most women need to kneel, I was filing my forms in the middle of pain. The nurses connected me to monitor the baby and track the contractions- instantly I was told I was 5cm, that the contractions were coming strong, and I was going to be admitted. I was in shock, I really thought I would be sent home. There I found out my water never "broke"- well it did, but my Nico was so low that he acted as a plug. A nurse moved him and there it was! Oh and she instantly told me "he has SO much hair", she was right haha!
They took my blood for lab tests and I was admitted into one of the labor rooms. Many moms told me that there was absolutely no shame in taking the epidural, to not be a hero and take it. I don't know why my blood work took so long, but they wouldn't give me the epidural until then. I waited for 2 hours; and of course, the contractions kept getting stronger and stronger. Every time someone opened the door I thought it was the anesthesiologist, but nothing! When she arrived at 6:30am, I was 7 cm. From what I understood, there wouldn't give me the epidural after 8 cm- so I was right on the line for it! To put the epidural in, Gabe had to leave the room. Many friends asked me if the epidural hurts. Honestly, I just felt a big relief BUT I went so numb I was a little comfortable.
At 7am there was shift change and my nurse forgot to tell Gabe he could come back to the room. The new nurse helped me change positions and finally let Gabe back in the room. She started checking the monitor and she noticed the contractions were coming stronger than ever. I told her I was 7cm 30 minutes ago, but she wanted to check again. Guess what? I was 10!! She called my midwife in and as soon as he arrived, everything turns into a little bit of a blur for me. Within seconds, they took some part of the bed out, legs up, and READY TO PUSH!
**The funniest part was seeing my mom calling my dad. My dad gets very nervous in situations like this one. He thought he had at least 5 hours so he left the hospital to paint my bathroom. So you can imagine my mom leaving several voicemails telling him to come back asap!**
My first question to my midwife was "how am I supposed to push when everything is so numb"; he told me just to go for it! And that's exactly what I did when the contractions came in. He kept joking saying that I have done this before because I was pushing like a pro (whatever being a pro at pushing means haha). Then I noticed Gabe was crying, and I just looked at him like ARE YOU OKAY!? And within a second, they put Nico in my chest- I couldn't believe it! We had a few minutes skin-to skin before they took him to a little table behind my bed where the nurses weighted him, measured him and let Gabe cut the umbilical cord. There he was, Nico was born on May 17th, 2018 at 6lbs 3 oz and 20.25 inches!
Then I noticed my midwife was very focused on me and I kept seeing towels and towels full of blood. Not going to lie, I got scared and asked him if everything was okay. There was some tearing and I was being stitched up. I don't know how long it took for the stitches but it felt like an eternity, especially because I wanted to be with my baby. Gabe even left with the baby and the nurses to have him cleaned up. They also did some tests and his blood sugar was low- nothing a bit of formula milk wouldn't fix.
As you can see, my labor was definitely short. Between been admitted and Nico being born, only 4.5 hours passed. What I wasn't expecting was how painful the recovery would be. After recovering the feeling in my body, everything started to hurt: the stitches, the tailbone, my lower back where they put the epidural. I would take 3 minutes to get out of the bed, it would hurt to sit, stand, walk, go to the bathroom, everything. I wanted to be there for Nico and I felt frustrated I couldn't get him out of the crib when he cried or stand to change his diapers. I'm so thankful I had my mom, my mother in law, and Gabe there to help.
We stayed at the hospital two nights. The nurses at the South Miami Hospital were absolutely amazing. I feel like each one taught us something different; each one had their own way of doing things and we were just absorbing every bit of knowledge they were sharing.
I still can't believe he is all ours! When I got home, I started crying of happiness while holding him because I just couldn't believe it. The two days in the hospital felt like a dream and it felt real when we got home. Every bit of pain is all worth it for him. What can I say? We LOVE YOU NICO!
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