Hello, friends! I took an unintentional hiatus from blogging during the last few weeks of pregnancy and these first two weeks of post-partum. I am hoping to get back to my regular blogging schedule soon, but for now…I want to tell you about the birth of our sweet boy!
A couple months ago, I posted about my anxieties related labor and delivery. It’s always my plan to have a natural childbirth and, our out of five times, that’s what’s happened. It never fails, though, a few weeks out, I start panicking. I start thinking there’s NO WAY I can do it again. I’ve heard so many stories lately about labors that go on for days and the baby ends up coming out crooked and weighing like 12lbs. I just *knew* that would be me this time because I’d had it pretty easy in the past. I am happy to tell you, no such thing occurred.
I’d been measuring ahead during the last part of my pregnancy (like three weeks ahead). I was preparing more-so for a BIG baby, not an early baby. While I still don’t know if the baby was early or if he was fixin’ to be a whopper had he stayed put till 40 weeks, he came forth into this world at 37 weeks, 5 days and weighed in at 8lbs, 3.9oz and was 21″ long.
And, here’s how it went down…
My dear friend, Karen, and I found out that we were expecting right around the same time. Our due dates were very close together and we got to experience all things pregnancy pretty much in-sync. It was so much fun to be pregnant with a friend! We had the same doctor and joked the entire time that the babies would be born on the same day. Karen texted late Tuesday evening, letting me know that her contractions were consistent and she’d be heading to the hospital. She texted me a few hours in saying “Come on, get in here! Our babies will be born the same day!” I had some contractions that day, but I was like “Peace out and good luck, Karen, I’m going to bed.” (Such a good friend, I know). Around 4am, I woke up for one of my nightly bathroom visits and then laid back down to check the Facebook on my phone. I saw our doctor posting on Karen’s wall about how the baby had arrived at 1am and how she was so blessed to be able to be there. Once I liked every baby-related post I could find on Karen’s wall, I thought to myself…“hmm, am I having contractions?” After about an hour of wondering, I flipped on my Contractions app to track them.
Yep, sure enough. Every 7 minutes.
After I felt like they were consistent enough, I woke my husband up and texted my doctor. Thankfully, she was still at the hospital after delivering Karen’s baby and another baby. She said to come on in and a room would be ready for me. I stood up and I knew exactly what was going to happen next. My water broke. Yippee. This is the real deal.
We called a neighbor-friend to come over right away while my mother-in-law was on her way to stay with the other children. It was raining, and we drove our manual transmission Saab…. There’s nothing like trying to soften contractions through gear shifts, many stoplights, and a road that really really needs to be repaired.
Alas, we made it to the hospital without a car-birth. I have to say, this was one of the weirdest births I’ve had. It was a good weird, but weird no less. When I checked in, I was already 6.5 cm. At one point, my doctor – with her arms folded – just stared at me and said “I can’t believe you’re handling this so well…I haven’t even seen you sweat.” I have to say. If my water hadn’t broken, I wouldn’t believe it either. I was totally relaxed and the contractions were nearly painless; I was expecting something completely opposite. About two hours in, we met our sweet boy and any pain that did exist in the process was immediately forgotten. This little guy is SO SO sweet and we are so thankful to have him. We took the next few hours to rest, phone our family members and pick a name for him.
We have loved snuggling him and taking care of him. I am so proud of the older kids and how they consistently step-up to help with him. It’s funny, the things you forget about having a newborn after five kids. But, we’re learning together and we love him SO much. We are also incredibly thankful for everyone who has helped us over the last couple weeks. It feels great to be loved and surrounded by so many people who care.
So, there it is! Don’t psych yourself out friends. Just relax, breathe and know that however your baby makes his entrance – you can enjoy him all the same in the end!