We'll start here... I had been telling people for weeks that this baby wasn't going to be born on time. I predicted that baby would be born after my due date, and that baby's descent earthside would take 60 hours, just like his two sister's births had.
So last Tuesday night, when I went to bed, I didn't think much of the contractions that suddenly started happening. They started off really powerful... I actually did raise an eyebrow at how completely encompassing and overruling they seemed to be... I attempted to time a few of them, but I kept coming up with numbers like ten minutes apart, 25 minutes apart, 7 minutes apart.. so I was consistently having contractions inconsistently. Great. And big yawn. For a few minutes I considered staying up all night, to continue the tradition of laboring on my own during the night... I did it twice with the girls, and stayed up two nights in a row for that, because it was too uncomfortable to lay down. But this time, I decided that I was gonna give these contractions the stink eye, and try to sleep through them. Well, I didn't sleep through them, no, not at all. With each one, I woke up, and could feel the contraction rising in intensity, meeting its peak, and then could clearly feel its decrescendo as the tightening subsided and my body felt "normal" again. I suppose that's when the insanity set in.. I was so convinced that I might actually be pregnant forever, I really thought those contractions were probably doing nothing. I figured I might be 2 cm dilated in the morning, but that was it.
The next morning, one day before my due date, I was still having contractions, but they were easier and less noticeable because I was up and moving around. I fed the kids breakfast and did find myself pausing for some of those contractions. I was starting to get uncomfortable. Well, one thing that always slowed my labor down was to take a shower, so at some point around noon, I showered. And then experienced multiple contractions back to back in the shower. Holy cow, they took my breath away. It was humbling to feel my body do this to me.. haha. At some point, when I was getting dressed, I had another contraction that was so powerful, I felt myself pushing. I stopped to think for a second.. pushing?? Wait... did I just feel myself pushing? I decided I was making things up in my head. And then quickly changed my mind as I decided to finish packing my hospital bag. I found myself throwing things in haphazardly and thinking I didn't really care if I forgot anything.. crap, I think I'm in labor now.
Climbing up the basement stairs was a terrible idea... that gave me more contractions.. oh man, they were really revved up by that point, and with each one, I felt my body pushing.
So it was quickly decided that the girls would stay home with Papa (grandpa) and I called his mom to see if she could take me to the midwife's office to let them have a looksy at things down yonder, in case I was still making this up in my head. But she didn't answer, so I called a co-worker, Camille and asked for a ride. She quickly agreed and said she'd be by soon. While waiting for her, things picked up even more and I was pushing even harder. I figured it'd be pointless to go to the midwife office at this point, and frantically texted her that she needed to just take me to the hospital. I urged her to hurry. I was feeling a little desperate.
Cami and her carriage arrived and I hauled butt out the front door with my bag and coat and shoes in hand, because i couldn't even bend down at that point to put my shoes on. I stopped at the top of the driveway to have a massive contraction and I think it was right then that Cami realized I was in some serious labor. She took my things and I climbed into the front seat. She asked me why I hadn't called her earlier, if things were moving so fast. And I just shook my head and said I don't know. I told her I didn't think things were moving that fast until I felt like pushing. And then I apologized saying I'd try not to have the baby in her car.... she's so sweet, she just told me that if I did then, oh well. I would have been freaking out had it been MY car.. I mean, sure I feed my kids crackers in the backseat, but who wants to clean up amniotic fluid out of the upholstery? Lol
I never did feel so happy to see that hospital. Cami stopped the car and ran out and got me a wheelchair, because I couldn't walk anymore. The contractions were so strong, I probably would have had the baby from walking. So I sat in a wheelchair for a few minutes in front of the E.R. reception desk. They called Labor and Delivery for me, and while I waited for the nurses to come get me, I was grunting and groaning and moaning and breathing like.. like a woman in labor. Because I was. The receptionist's eyes were as big as moonpies. She told me sternly, her voice dripping with fear, "DON'T push! BREATHE!" I picked up my head just enough to glare at her, and give her the most sarcastic look ever and said, "I'm TRYING not to, I CAN'T help that I'm pushing!" So then of course, she told me again to not push, and I just shook my head. DUHHHHHHHHHHHH.
Two nurses were sent down. As I was being wheeled to L&D, I remember looking down at my feet, which were positioned all funny because I couldn't sit up in the chair and was mostly leaning on the armrests. I was wearing really clean socks. And they actually matched, which impressed me. I vaguely remember thinking these were probably my last moments being pregnant.. which both excited and terrified me. I saw the familiar pictures and decorations on the walls of the hallway we were going down. Only weeks before I had walked this hallway with Paul for our classes...it was nice to think about that for a second.
I was wheeled to my room and told that I could change into a gown so they could check me. They also wanted me to leave a urine sample. I actually left them one. Which is amazing, because my belly felt so big, but by golly, I peed in their stupid little cup. Before I retired to the hospital bed, I actually looked at myself in the mirror. And ran my hands over my belly, over my gown. And leaned forward to fix my hair. That was the last time I saw myself pregnant. And then I doubled over with a contraction and hauled butt out of the bathroom.
So onto the bed I went, and the nurses hooked me up with an i.v. in my hand and started to strap the fetal monitor across my belly. I was kind of offended. I didn't want constant fetal monitoring and I told them so, but they said I had to have it. And in my brain I thought, I HAD to? Seriously? And then just watched myself as I let them leave it on me. And then I decided I didn't care. I was having such strong contractions, I couldn't walk, much less walk around the room to labor, so whatever. I was in bed, so I let that go.
The nurse got up in all my business and announced to everyone but me, "she's at a 7/8." I did a mental jaw drop. And then a mental high five (to myself, THAT'S right) because for a split nano-second, I was whisked away to Oahu to when I arrived at the Army hospital in labor with my first baby, and I was 7 cm dilated when I got there too. And then my brain whisked back to reality. Dangit. But way cool! Almost done!
In came the midwife. Yes! I got the smiley, super happy midwife, Patti! Sometimes she was so smiley at my appointments with her, I felt like I could punch her. I'd be in the office all tired and anemic and yelling at the kids to stop getting into stuff and feeling overwhelmed, and then she'd come in smiling from ear to ear and would ask how I was doing and have a really nice conversation with me. I like her a lot, and right then decided that it was perfect that she was on call for this. She checked me and said I was an 8/9 and that once my water broke, I'd be having the baby! I think I panicked. The pain was almost unbearable. This was all happening really fast. My mind thought for a second that maybe I did want an epidural, but quickly dismissed the idea since I had such a bad experience last time. But my gosh, I needed something.. I couldn't just DO this, do this with nothing. Cami was explaining to the nurses that I wanted to do this med-free, which yes, mostly, I did want to, but told the nurses that yes, I would like something, even a little something to take the edge off. They hooked me up. Oh yes they did, but apparently it wasn't much... just some i.v. drug that did absolutely nothing for the pain. I felt my head start to float a little, but everything still felt very real.. but I think psychologically, it helped. Helped me feel a little more in control.
The time was pretty much at hand.. I had been asking where Paul was.. he was rushing to the hospital as fast as he could. Cami was holding my hand and offering me ice, and I rejected her silly ice chips because they weren't ice chips, they were ice cubes. You don't give laboring women ice cubes. It's just not done.
Those contractions were no joke. And it ain't called labor for no reason. With a might push, I felt my body squeeze so hard, my water broke. Ewwww. That felt really weird and it actually hurt. No time at all passed and here came baby... I could feel a head coming out. My whole body was into this, except my mind just flailed... anything, ANYthing but this.. I can't do it.. sometime during this, Paul ran in. I knew he was there, mentally, this was comforting to me. I couldn't dwell on it for too long because with another mighty heave, head was all the way out. I remember breathing a sigh of relief.. and midwife said "okay, now for the shoulders!" I must have issues because I forgot I'd have to push those out too. I'm pretty sure I just said "awww MAAAAN!" when I heard that I wasn't done. Grrr, push.. heave ho... and ta-da, baby was out! I know I pushed three times, nurses told me I pushed once. Whaaaaatever dude. Apparently Paul said what kind of baby it was, and then Cami announced it loudly, but I didn't hear either of them.. Patti held the baby up and I'll be honest.. first thing I saw was what was between his tiny legs, and then I saw his face... he looked like Juliette but... a boy! I have a boy! I was amazed. I felt so much all at once. Relief he was out, joy that he was a he.. just felt so much. He was handed to me and it felt awesome to finally be able to feel him on the outside of my body. He felt familiar to me already. We were meeting for the first time and yet, not. It was more of a "good to see you again" feeling. Happy sigh.
And then there's all the yucky details of afterwards, like when Patti decided to show me my placenta, and explain parts of it to me, and then her trying to get me to push out the rest of the amniotic sac... telling me to push, push WHAT? There was nothing solid to push... I'm not squeamish or anything, and really, it was kinda fascinating but... necessary? Really? I guess I just wanted to be done.
So his name is Hunter, and has two middle names, the first name of both of his grandpas. One who loves him very much here in person and one who loves him very much from out of state. Both are good men, good fathers, and people I would very much like for him to be something like when he gets older.
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| Hunter, 7 lbs 4 oz, 20 in long March 6th, 2013 |
Also want to add, It's kind of a good thing I had a boy because girl names were really hard to come by and I honestly wasn't truly satisfied with any of the ones that came up. Hunter's name had kind of been in the making since I was pregnant with Ava. I do know that I decided that if I had another girl, I would figure out her name at the hospital, and would take my nurses names into consideration if I really couldn't make up my mind. Well, again, good thing he was a he... the nurses names were Jennifer and Stephanie. That's my name and my only sister's name. Although, naming my baby after my sister isn't an awful idea, I just didn't want to confuse myself. Besides, one of my kids has her initials anyway.. totally done on purpose, by the way.
Oh, and just to give you the time frame with how all of this ended up happening, from start to finish, I was in labor for 16 hours. And from the time I got to the hospital to the time I had Hunter, 20 minutes had passed. When I told the people at work that I planned on going to the hospital when it came time to push, I was KIDDING. Didn't expect that to actually happen!
And so now I have my three kids. It's as simple and complicated as that. Hunter is a beautiful boy. From the top of his little noggin, down to the tips of his long toes, to the edge of his glowing spirit and gentle personality. He has tiny swirls of hair on parts of his head. And his hair isn't light blonde like the girl's, it's a little darker. And his complexion isn't really fair like me and the girls, it's a little bit darker too. I think this kid is going to be able to tan. His skin is so soft and clear and dewy, and his button nose is so cute. The look of wonder on his face when he's awake is adorable. He loves to cuddle, and is so mild, it doesn't take much to make him happy. As long as his physical and emotional needs are taken care of, he's golden. He does like to sleep all day and party all night for the most part, but I don't know if maybe I'm just accepting of the fact that I won't sleep until I'm dead, or I really am catching on to this mom thing, but.. I can still function. And I sleep when I can.. like when I'm on the toilet or whilst driving. (juuuuust kidding..)
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| 6 days old |
But anyway, that's the birth story in it's entirety, as far as I can remember, anyway I will say that it feels GOOD to not be pregnant anymore. There's a small part of me that will always miss rubbing my big pregnant tummy full of life... as uncomfortable and unpleasant as pregnancy tends to be...but despite the discomforts, I will forever be grateful that I got to be the vessel in which all three of my kids made their appearance into this world. And I can totally forever hang that over their heads...
"why? WHY?? Because I gave BIRTH to you, THAT'S why!"
