Ben’s Birth Story from Dad’s Perspective

Here is Ben’s birth story as written by J.  I’ve been asking for this story since a few hours after Ben was born, and for a mother’s day gift, J has finally given it to me!  Enjoy a birth story from the father’s perspective!  *As a side note, Ben was born on Father’s Day, and I had promised Lemon Cupcakes for J as a Father’s Day gift.  However, I was a little busy being in labor and then taking care of a newborn baby….so he never got them.  He WILL get his lemon cupcakes this year!

 

I won’t ever forget just how shocked I was when we found out that we were going to have another baby.  We had been trying for a little while, but it wasn’t happening nearly as fast as it did with Henry.  And while the work was certainly fun, knowing that we were older this time around continued to play in the back of my head as another month went by with no luck.  What if we couldn’t do it on our own?  Could we afford fertility treatments?  Was this the universe’s way of telling us it wasn’t meant to be?  It’s hard to shake those fears and concerns, so with time they definitely become more persistent.  So, this was any other Friday afternoon.  I had stopped at Harris Teeter to buy some beer and whatnot and we were planning an evening at home with Henry, then just hoping to chill and watch a movie.  I was putting said beer in the fridge when Amanda came into the garage with the news that she was pregnant!  Turns out I wasn’t going to have to share that beer that evening 😏

 

Now, faithful readers will remember that Henry’s pregnancy was certainly no cakewalk for Amanda.  And after all of the trials we experienced in 2011-12 we thought we were prepared for anything.  But we were wrong.  Now this is a birth story, with the happiest of possible endings, so I do not want to dwell on some of the scarier moments.  But, I think it is important to enter it into the record that there were a number of times during this pregnancy that I honestly feared the worst, and that we would never get to meet, hold or love on C Minor Second.  While the majority of bumps in the road we had with Henry we centered around Amanda’s health, Ben seemed to struggle more this time around. It seemed like every month or so, there was a new fear or a new potential complication.  Do you know how hard it is to be told, “We’ll check again in two weeks and see if there is a heartbeat.  If not, I’m sorry…”  It was pure agony.  I tend to respond to most things in life by trying to remain light and sarcastic, because it is how I cope with things.  But, that was hard even for me a few times over those 9+ months.  That being said, at every turn we were there for each other, and Ben persisted.  He’s a stubborn kid, and I guess that’s a good thing.

 

I do feel like I would be remiss if I didn’t share at least one or two of these more harrowing stories before jumping to the cupcakeless Father’s Day of 2016.  First, was in April, during the final tech week of our musical.  We were putting on Beauty and the Beast, and it was a MAJOR undertaking.  I had not been too involved with the whole process (because I had enough on my plate), but I did assist with some aspects leading up to the event and was rehearsing and directing the pit orchestra (my first time doing that).  The orchestra was made up of my students and some of my peers, and it is a SUPER hard book (both for singers and instrumentalists).  I knew going into that week was going to be tough, because we had rehearsal with the full cast and orchestra planned from after school until 10 or 11pm every evening, with shows on Friday and Saturday.  So I was in rehearsal one afternoon, and the cast was taking a break when I got a phone call.  Amanda had not been feeling well for a little while, and was starting to get really concerned.  She thought, given all the scares we’d had with Cm6/4 to that point that she needed to err on the side of caution and go to see the midwife to get checked out.  We knew it was going to be late, so I called Matt and he and Jenn agreed to watch Henry for the evening.  Since I was in Hillsborough conducting while Angie (the chorus director) was running lights and sound, we decided I would stay at work and Amanda and Christy would keep me in the loop via text.

 

So, I went and filled Angie in and told the orchestra as well, just in case something came up.  And back to it we went.  Well, about an hour or so later I get a phone call.  I dash out of the auditorium while they are working on a scene with no underscore and find out that they are sending Amanda back to Women’s Hospital (second trip that week) and that on top of whatever was wrong with Amanda, she was having contractions and that they might have to kick off labor that night.  Naturally, I freaked out and ran back into the auditorium.  I filled in Angie, who told me to get the hell out of there and not to give the show a second thought.  I literally threw my belongings into my bag, ran out of my office and into my car.  I made it from Hillsborough to Greensboro in around 45 minutes (I’d never made the drive so fast).  A lot of that evening was a blur, but when I got there I remember trying to keep the mood light and not add to anyone freaking out (I believe we watched the Office for a little bit).  At that point, the doctors were still uncertain about what was going on, and the chance that something might have to happen regarding the baby was still on the table.  I can remember pacing the hallways outside of the ER room as we waited for Amanda to be moved to a room for the night, calling Angie and discussing contingencies for if I couldn’t conduct the show.  We were able to formulate a plan, and I went with Manda to move her upstairs for the night.  I drove home, and after getting pulled over in the Harris Teeter parking lot by a VERY nice officer who informed my that my tags were expired, I was able to get some food and get home to eat dinner a little after midnight.

 

From that point on, we were in constant vigilance.  On top of the health scare for Amanda and the baby, our midwife swore up and down that labor would start naturally, and likely around 37-38 weeks.  So, everything else on my work calendar for that year (and there’s always something…) became a potential issue.  I organized alternative conductors for my concert, for Senior Awards Night and for Graduation.  The day of graduation was a crazy one.  Not only did we have to rent and drive a 26’ box truck loaded with our equipment to the Dean Smith Center at UNC, then Angie’s husband was in a car accident that afternoon on I-85.  And to put the cherry on the sundae, Amanda was having some pretty strong and regular contractions.  Seriously, I couldn’t make this up if I tried.  I alerted EVERYONE at graduation, my students, co-workers, my Principal, about the situation.  Even the UNC employees knew about it, and were doing everything in their power to ensure that as soon a we finished, we could pack up and exit quickly in case I needed to haul ass to Greensboro.  Throughout the entire ceremony, I continually checked my phone for updates on Baby-Watch 2016, but while the contractions were still happening, she didn’t need to go to the hospital yet; but this might finally be it.

 

So after the ceremony, we loaded all the equipment, I drove the truck back to Cedar Ridge, and we unloaded everything with the help of some awesome band students and parents.  Amanda was still at home, so we had one final thing to do. Angie and I drove to Durham to drop off the box truck and close the book on commencement activities for 2016.  However, when turning onto I-85, a recent graduate of Durham School of the Arts ran the red light and plowed right into Angie’s car, hitting right behind where I was sitting.  The airbags deployed, we got spun around a few times and ended up facing the wrong way on the on-ramp.  While the cars were totaled, no one had serious injuries and we were able to walk away from the accident.  I immediately called Amanda, who told me the contractions were even closer, and to please try and get home as quickly as possible.  After speaking to the police, after about 45 minutes Angie’s aunt picked me up and drove me to my car so I could hightail it back to Burlington and grab the Go-Bag.  But by the time I arrived, the contractions had all but stopped, and another false alarm was confirmed.  Amanda swears that it was the shock of hearing the car accident news that halted her labor, and had that not happened there was a very good chance that would have been the night.

 

But alas, it was not.  And the waiting continued.  Summer break started, and each day that passed was one less day I would get to spend with the baby before the school year started back up.  We walked around the neighborhood (A LOT), with Manda even walking with one leg on the curb to open her hips more.  We did everything in our power to get labor to kick off (I thought Captain America: Civil War might have done the trick, but again, no luck).  We had a few more instances of, “this is it!”  But, they always turned out to not be.  38, 39, 40 weeks all came and went and still no baby.  We were seriously worried we were on a path again for induction that could not be avoided.  We even spoke to the midwife about it, but decided against it.  Truth be told, I was disappointed, but I understood.  I was just so ready to meet this new baby who was being (characteristically) stubborn.

 

So, at the end of another week lots of contractions, but still no baby.  It was a really lovely Saturday, and we went on an extended family walk (I think around 2 miles if memory serves me right).  Even though Amanda was definitely still preggers, we were excited because this allowed us the opportunity to go out and celebrate Greg’s birthday party downtown in Greensboro.  Initially we hadn’t RSVP’d because we thought that by this point we might have a baby that was a few weeks old (and we could make a brief appearance at the party) or a brand newly arrived baby and wouldn’t be able to attend at all.  But, since there was no baby, there would be beer.  Well, for me anyway…  So, Henry was gonna have a sleepover at my parents house, and we were planning on having what we fully expected a final date night before Cm6/4 arrived.  Henry was super excited, and was reping both DC and Marvel attire (I remember this distinctly).  We took him to my parents, dropped him off then headed to Gibbs Brewery downtown.

 

Gibbs was a new place with really quality beer, and we were having a really good time.  We got there a little late, so there wasn’t much food left, but I was frankly fine with beer.  There was some less than stellar music there, and there is a distinct chance that this was what finally spurred the beginning of real labor.  So, as we hung out with friends, I enjoyed a few drinks completely unaware that Manda was constantly having more and more contractions throughout the evening.  Since we had experienced so many close calls and false alarms, Amanda just decided to not get anyone’s hopes up and keep this to herself.  Eventually, we decided more food was needed and walked over to Natty Greene’s.  While en route, a complete stranger on the street walked up and put her hands on Amanda’s baby bump; maybe this was the final catalyst?

 

We arrive at Natty’s, and folks ordered some food.  I was being cheap, and not really all that hungry, so I just got another beer.  We’re hanging out, having fun when Amanda leans over and said that she’s feeling uncomfortable, we should probably head home.  Well, when your 41 week pregnant wife says it’s time to go, it’s time to go.  We settled up, said final “happy birthdays” and goodbyes, and walked to the car.  As we were walking, a car pulled up and the driver shouted from the front seat, “You gonna have that baby here on Elm Street?!”  We laughed at this, but in retrospect, was maybe another subtle indicator of what was happening.  When we arrived at the car, Manda makes me aware that she’s been on the DL having some serious contractions all day, and this might FINALLY be it.  Despite all the false alarms, I was still very excited and more than eager to time the contractions as she was driving.  That’s right, she was driving.  And in labor.  My wife is a boss.  When we got home, we settled in to see what would happen.  Amanda got out the yoga ball and I put “The Office” on Netflix (as was our tradition).

 

The other day, Amanda asked me when I knew that this “was really it.”  And I told her, when I started chugging coffee.  Since we’d been home, the contractions were clearly getting MUCH more intense and more frequent.  It very quickly became evident that this was it, the real deal, the big show, GO TIME.  Now, finding out that your wife is finally in labor has a very sobering effect, but it was already after midnight, and I was fully anticipating a LONG haul before sleep.  So, I emptied the coffee pot and started throwing down some caffeine.  We called the midwife and woke her up, who told us to keep her in the loop and she would start heading in (at least, that’s how we remember the conversation going).  As it became 100% certain that we were leaving for the hospital, I went to wake up Christy and pack the Go Bag.  We had the bags planned, but not really packed…  They were more like “Go-ish Bags,” but I was moving fast so it didn’t take me long.

 

My memory is terrible regarding the actual time, but it was after 1 when we decided it was time to head to Women’s Hospital.  Christy decided to drive her car so she could pick up Henry (thank GOODNESS he was already at my parents, another clue from the universe that sometimes things just line up) and head home when she needed to.  As I threw everything into the Prius and started it up, I called my parents.  They were clearly asleep, but I told them it was go time and we were heading to the hospital.  I reiterated that NO ONE should worry about coming to the hospital and waiting for the baby to arrive, because it could be hours before that happened.  Under normal circumstances, I think this would have created more of an argument, but since they were half asleep they were happy to oblige.

 

So, time to go.  Or not…  Amanda had to stop in the door of the car to get through a contraction, and they were beyond uncomfortable and into painful territory by now.  I didn’t say anything to Amanda, but this was the first moment I was worried that we had waited too long and that we wouldn’t make it to the hospital in time.  The contraction passed, and we laid her down in the front seat, getting her as comfortable as possible (no easy task).  I then put the pedal to the medal  as they say (with my little hybrid engine) and tried to get to the hospital as quickly – and safely – as possible.  Amanda was in a good deal of pain and discomfort, so I tried to just keep talking to her throughout the whole drive.  I kept announcing landmarks as we passed them, so she could track that we were indeed getting closer and closer to the destination.

 

When we arrived at the intake at Women’s, there were no cars in front and the waiting room was virtually empty (thank goodness!).  Now with Henry, we didn’t act out this scene you always see in movies of the frantic parents bursting into the waiting room and demanding a room because the baby WAS COMING!  He was induced, so checking in four years ago was like calmly checking into a hotel.  So, this was all new territory for us.  I was hoping that with the empty waiting area, we would be quickly whisked into a room; NOPE.  Paperwork and waiting.  I moved the car after we got Amanda inside, and soon Christy and Kenny (the doula) were there helping ease Manda through the contractions.  They were handling a lot of the counter pressure, so my role was really to be there for Amanda to hang on to, and I was happy to serve.  When we finally were admitted, I felt like they put us in the delivery room that was the farthest away from the entrance as possible; I swear Amanda had three or four contractions just trying to get down the hall.  At this point, one of the nurses asked if our midwife was on the way, and I said that we spoke to her hours ago and were under the impression that she was already here.

 

…oops.  Turns out we misunderstood one another, and after speaking with us initially she had gone back to sleep.  So, they quickly got her on the phone and told her to get herself down to the hospital.  After we got into the room and they checked Amanda she was much farther along than we anticipated; those contractions were doing the work and the baby was coming that day!  But, the contractions were moving fast, and until the midwife signed off on it, Kenny couldn’t even fill up the birthing pool for Amanda to labor in.  She so wanted a water birth, and had worked so hard to keep this a possibility, we would have been devastated had that option been taken away.  So, as we waited, the room was abuzz with nurses checking Manda and the baby, and Kenny and Christy trying to be sneaky and setup the pool as much as they could get away with.  All the time, my job remained the same.  I held Amanda, and let her hang on me to keep all the pressure downward for her hips and help move that baby boy out.  Frankly, I was grateful to be of some help, because I know that Amanda was in a great deal of pain and discomfort by this point.

 

When our midwife did arrive (with her scrubs inside out), she checked out Amanda and gave the all clear.  Amanda quickly got in the tub, and began the process of laboring in there.  The labor with Henry years before had taken hours, so I was unsure of what to expect moving forward.  But after a few contractions in the tub, with me leaning over into the water so Amanda could continue to hold on to me) it became clear that this was happening very fast.  That’s when I got my hopes up, and things halted.  After a bit, the momentum seemed to have slowed.  The contractions were still strong and frequent, but the baby wasn’t getting anywhere.  It’s never easy with these kids!!  Turns out that he was stuck on a part of Amanda’s pelvic bone, and couldn’t move past.  Apparently, we cannot have a baby without the midwife inserting herself into my wife…  As she tried to maneuver the cervix while Manda was in the tub, it was clear how agonizing this was for her.  I hoped it would be a quick adjustment, but no luck.  Eventually, Amanda was told she needed to labor on the bed for a moment so they could keep trying.  Getting out of the tub and onto the bed was a Herculean effort, and I felt so terrible I couldn’t do more to help or ease the pain she was going through.  While on the bed, Amanda was screaming in pain as the midwife tried to make things work, and with each passing minute I got more and more worried that we were heading for C-Section territory.

 

Finally, it looked like the baby’s head made it past the lip and Amanda could get back into the pool.  By this time, she was exhausted and in pain, and didn’t want to move.  I remember telling her that she could do this, and reminding her how much she wanted this waterbirth for her and our baby.  The tub was right there, let me help her get back into the water.  Eventually, she summoned the strength and we lowered her back into the pool.  Things quickly got intense again fast, and while the baby was moving it was clearly painful for Amanda.  She had asked me to try and remain calm, stay in her line of sight, and remind her that she could do ANYTHING for one minute at a time.  So I did that, and she kept pushing.  When the baby crowned, I started having trouble with the line of sight bit, because Amanda was bearing down so much her face was in the water, but I was cheering her on as best as I could.  Suddenly, you could see her shoulders relax as the baby cannonballed into the pool, flipping and being caught by the midwife.  For a minute, the baby was quiet, and then suddenly a big breath and crying.  We had another baby boy!!

 

We immediately helped to shift Amanda around so she could hold our son and relish in the fruits of her labor.  He was beautiful.  I was struck by how similar he looked to Henry (a trait that almost one year in, they still share).  I helped to cut the cord, and got to do a little skin to skin myself with little Benjamin Sean.  I was stoked for the name Ben, because it has NUMEROUS incarnations through nerd culture.  He was amazing, and after all that time, all those false alarms and all the scary moments, we were holding our son.  We were a family of four, and it was awesome.

 

The next few hours were a whirlwind, but soon we were in the recovery room, the sun was out, and Ben was asleep in Amanda’s arms.  Soon, my parents came with Henry, and he got to meet his baby brother for the first time.  Henry was so excited to be a big brother, and he continues to excel in that role more and more with each passing day.  From that first moment, the two of them had a connection, and Benjamin continues to be enamored with his brother and follows him everywhere.  I am very eager to watch them grow together.

 

Oh, we also had cheeseburgers and milkshakes!  After a long night, there is little in this world better than a greasy burger from Cookout.  The journey to have another baby had started a year ago, and we were finally at the finish line.  I was so proud of Amanda, who throughout all the months was always doing everything she could to care for Ben and ensure he could grow and join us in this world.  Every moment I spend with my wife and sons is the happiest moment, and I am so thankful for all of them.

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Benjamin’s Birth Story

 

Benjamin’s Birth Story

To tell you about the birth of my second child, I have to tell you about the birth of my first child.  With my first pregnancy I had Gestational Diabetes, and Gestational Hypertension and due to mounting concerns from my midwives from my rising blood pressure and heart rate, I was induced at 39 weeks.  My cervix was dilated with a foley balloon, and then my water was broken.  After 10 hours of intense labor, I was hooked up to pitocin which caused back to back, incredibly painful contractions with no break in between.  I quickly became overwhelmed and frightened, and I gave up on my natural birth plan and got an epidural.  Several hours later, I gave birth to a beautiful baby boy my husband Josh and I named Henry.  Despite the fact that I had a beautiful and healthy baby, I had this irrational feeling that I had somehow failed at his birth.

Fast forward 4 years to my second pregnancy. This second time around I had several goals so that I would get the birth experience that I wanted.  The first was to go into labor on my own.  The second was to have a natural birth with no interventions (I wanted to stay as far away from pitocin as I could), and the third goal was to have a water birth.  

So to prepare for the natural birth, I tried to cement into my head that I can do anything for one minute.  Meaning, that when those contractions became difficult, painful and/or overwhelming, I could focus on the fact that it would be over in one minute, and then I’d get a break.  I would meditate on that subject, and go to sleep at night thinking about it, building my foundation for this natural birth that I so wanted.

With both of my pregnancies I had Gestational Diabetes, but the second time around I did not have the hypertension that I had in the first; my blood pressure stayed beautiful the whole time.  The main difference between my pregnancies were the false labor (practice labor) contractions that I had.  For the last several weeks of my pregnancy (and by “several weeks” I mean at least 5 weeks) I would have timeable contractions that would start, increase in intensity and then all of a sudden stop.  Starting at 36 weeks we had several false alarms.  Some that even sent us to the Midwife’s office to be assessed, but each time, it turned out to be braxton hicks contractions.  The longer I stayed pregnant the more I felt like a ticking time bomb.  I was more than ready for my baby to decide on its birthday.  Having to relinquish the control and let the baby decide when it wanted to be born was one of the hardest parts of my pregnancy, and I struggled with that aspect almost every day.  

When I hit 40 weeks, I was a bit shocked.  I assumed that since this was a second kiddo that I wouldn’t make it to my due date, but June 12th came and went.  I started to feel like I’d be pregnant forever, and that I’d be enrolling my gigantic belly into kindergarten.  The longer I stayed pregnant the more my brain started to assess every cramp, twinge and pain that I felt, which at 40+ weeks is about every 4.3 seconds.  I felt like I was slowly losing my sanity while waiting for my baby to decide what day it wanted to be born.  This kid wanted to stay put despite all the red raspberry leaf tea I was drinking, all the evening primrose oil I was taking, all the squats that I did, and the daily walks I took.  

On Friday the 17th, at 5 days past my due date, I broke down and called my midwife’s office and asked if I could come in and talk about options.  I was starting to get a bit nervous about going over my due date because of the Gestational Diabetes, as well as just wanting to be done being pregnant.  I’m one of those people who don’t love being pregnant.  I love the end result, but the actual process of growing a human is extremely hard on me.  I had horrible morning sickness the first 20 weeks of my pregnancy, and then had two trips to the hospital in my third trimester because of gallbladder issues, and let’s be honest, GD, although manageable, doesn’t make things easy either.  

Anyway, on June 17th, I was really hoping that I could get my membranes stripped, and that it might propel me into labor.  However, at the appointment one of my midwives informed me that she couldn’t reach my membranes to strip them, so unless I wanted to schedule an induction, I was just to wait.  Josh and I had talked about having an induction, and we were considering it as an option.  However, when the midwife brought it up and described how she would induce me, I firmly decided against it.  Hearing the process she would take for the induction brought back all of the memories of my first birth.  So, we went home a bit sad and discouraged, and resigned ourselves to wait.

I had a few contractions on Friday night after the appointment, some even timeable, but I didn’t think anything of them.  As always, I was disappointed that I was able to go to sleep and that they seemed to have stopped.  On Saturday, the day before I hit 41 weeks, I had some projects to do around the house (making Josh’s Father’s Day gift with Henry), and as the day wore on, I noticed that I had been having contractions for most of the morning.  At some point I texted Josh to tell him that I was having them, but I didn’t know if it would lead to anything, so not to get excited.  He got similar texts to that one for about the last 5 weeks, so he didn’t think much of that text either.  My contractions were irregular in length, and really far apart – 40 minutes or so, and very mild, I could ignore them easily.  To me they still felt like braxton hicks.    

In the afternoon Josh and I took a 2+ mile walk in our neighborhood.  It was great time to spend just the two of us.  We talked about how we wanted labor to go, when we thought the baby would come, and how our first son Henry would do as an older sibling.  We were so excited for this baby to join us!  I was contracting all through the walk, but didn’t think anything of it, those contractions had become so routine.

We had a friends birthday party to attend that night, and I really wanted to go.  So, Josh and I got ready and headed out of the house around 5:30.  We dropped Henry off at the in-laws for him to spend the night (that turned out to be very serendipitous), and drove out to the party downtown.

All through the party I was having contractions, and after a while I was noticing that I needed to zone out while they were happening.  They were still really far apart, and I could still talk through them if I needed to, but they were getting harder and harder to ignore.  They still weren’t painful, but I was starting to have to focus on them and my breathing during them.  

Josh and I had a really great time, and as we walked around downtown I had a lot of people comment on my belly.  Around 9 pm, we stopped at a restaurant and got something to eat.  While eating dinner, I noticed that my contractions were getting closer together, and I was getting more and more uncomfortable.  At one point I got up to go to the bathroom and I had a strong contraction while in there.  It’s at that point that I started to think these contractions might actually lead to something.  A short time later I noticed another contraction that was strong as well.  After 4 strong contractions (at 10:15ish) I told Josh that we probably needed to head home.  So, we paid for our meal, packed up to-go boxes, and said goodbye to our friends.  As we were walking to our car, I heard a guy yell out of his car window “Are you going to have that baby on Elm St?!”  I yelled back “I wish!”

As we were walking to the car I told Josh about the contractions and that we should start timing them as we drive home.  He seemed surprised at that statement, but pulled the app up on the phone to time them.  As Josh had had a few beers that night, I ended up driving home while having contractions that were about 10 minutes apart.  I supposed I should have mentioned the contractions earlier…It’s a good thing that my excitement trumped any kind of pain I was feeling.  The first contraction we timed was at 10:45.  As soon as we got home, we finished packing the go bag and got everything ready in case this was really it.

Once the bag was packed, everything seemed to get more intense fairly quickly.  By midnight my contractions were about 5 minutes apart.  They were starting to get strong, and to get through them, I was leaning over the yoga ball and having Josh do counter pressure on my lower back.  It’s around this time that my back labor started.  My pelvis and lower back were really starting to hurt, but leaning over the ball and firm pressure on my lower back really helped and kept them manageable.

We called our doula to let her know what was happening.  She asked how I was handling everything, and I told her I was ok.  She told us to keep her posted, but because I hadn’t had any bloody show, or lost my mucus plug she wasn’t convinced that this was it, especially with all of the false alarms we’d had.  She told us to call her the moment I saw bloody show, or if I needed help and wanted her to come to the house. I was handling everything well at this point, so I just kept laboring.

Some more time passed and when my contractions hit around 4 minutes apart Josh and I called our midwife to let her know what was up, and she said to head to the hospital at any time.  I wanted to wait as long as possible at home, so we just kept going.  Me leaning over the yoga ball, breathing through contractions, Josh doing counter pressure on my back and The Office streaming from Netflix to distract us between contractions.

By 1:00, my contractions were 3 minutes apart, and I was really having to concentrate to get through them, and had started to vocalize during them.  My mom joined us around this time and was helping to get things ready for us to head out.  I kept waiting for my contractions to become as painful as what I remembered from my first pregnancy, but that never happened.  And because I never reached that pain threshold, I was really unsure about when to head to the hospital.  As long as I was in a position that took the pressure off of my lower back, I was good.    

Still unsure that it was time, Josh, my mom and I left for the hospital at around 1:30.  As we were getting ready to get in the car I  just stood at the car door and had 2 contractions standing there because I didn’t want to sit down.  I was having strong back pain, and I knew sitting would put an unwelcome amount of pressure on my pelvis and would be excruciating…I wasn’t wrong.

That 30 minute trip to the hospital was awful.  I tried to lay on my sides as much as possible to take pressure off of my lower back and pelvis, but I could never find a comfortable position.  I  withered in pain during each contraction (2 minutes apart at this point) and the pain in my back was unbelievable.  Josh was my rock though.  He kept calling out landmarks as we were driving so that I’d know how close we were getting.  As soon as we got to the hospital I was out of that car as fast as I could be.  

While checking in I had several more contractions.  I would sit in the chair to rest while talking and answering questions to the woman behind the counter, and during each contraction I would have to stand up and lean over the counter and moan, this didn’t seem to phase the woman at all.  Once I had a bracelet on my wrist, I was in the waiting room and had to lean on chairs.  My mom applied counter pressure on my back while Josh parked the car.  

At this point in time my contractions were fierce and almost frightening in their intensity.  I was finding it harder and harder to keep my composure.  I kept thinking that I didn’t want to do this and that I wanted an epidural, I even voiced those thoughts to my mom who told me I could have whatever I wanted – sweet words that helped me calm down.  Soon after those thoughts popped in my head, our doula arrived (Josh called her at some point to let her know we were going to the hospital) and was helping me with positions while we waited to be called back, and my thoughts of giving up on a natural birth went away.

I was the only one in the waiting room, and was taken to be assessed fairly quickly.  They checked my blood pressure (which was up) and temp (which was normal).  They then took me straight back to a room – although I hadn’t been admitted yet.  It took some time to get to the room.  I didn’t want to sit in a wheelchair, so I walked.  And, during each contraction I would stop and lean on Josh in the hallway.

I had three nurses that seemed to be moving and buzzing all around me.  Soon after getting into the room a nurse asked me to undress from the waist down so that she could check me.  I dreaded getting on my back, but I managed it.  I was so worried that they were going to tell me that I was only 3 cm and that I needed to go back home.   However, I was relieved to find out that I was at 8 cm dilated and 90% effaced!  No wonder I’d been having thoughts on giving up – I was in transition!!  I remember looking at Josh and smiling, at that point we knew it wouldn’t be long before we got to meet our baby!

For the next little while, I was standing next to the bed, with my head on Josh’s chest, eyes closed, belly hanging down between us and moaning through contractions while a nurse hooked up the belts to my belly.  I had another that was putting an IV in my arm for my GBS, and another that was entering information into the computer.  All through this, my midwife still wasn’t at the hospital, and was on her way.  In all of our haste, we forgot to call her.  The nurses were texting her telling her to hurry.

I remember a nurse saying that my IV was placed at 2:45.  We had planned all along for this to be a water birth, and I was excited for it!  I was more than ready to get in that warm water.  However, I was told that I couldn’t get in the birthing pool until my midwife got there because of paperwork.  And, because my midwife wasn’t there, my doula couldn’t even fill up the tub!  To cut the tension that information caused, Josh tried to distract everyone by taking a poll about the baby’s gender.  Apparently, there had been a streak of girls born at the hospital and all the nurses thought the baby would be a girl.

All this time going by, I was still standing next to the bed with my head on Josh’s chest and eyes closed.  Being in labor is the wildest feeling.  I was conscious, and aware of everything that was going on, but I was also totally in my own head, my brain thinking and whirring the whole time but unable or unwilling to voice most of it.  I was just concentrating on the contractions, trying to remain relaxed and loose, and to rest as much as possible between them.  

The nurses must have pushed my IV fairly quickly, almost as soon as it was placed it was taken out.  They left a heparin lock in, and taped a rubber glove over my arm so that I could get in the tub when the time came.

I’m fuzzy on the times, but I was told that my midwife got to the hospital around 3:10, and it’s at that point that I was finally admitted to the hospital.  I found out later that she had her shirt on inside out because she was in such a hurry to get there.  As soon as she came in she got the paperwork going for the birthing tub to be set up, and then she turned to me and wanted to check me.  I was so over being checked, and I didn’t want to get on my back because of the back labor I was having.  I didn’t want to move, I just wanted to stay exactly as I was, but I finally consented.  

I waited until I had just finished a contraction, and got on the bed.  She checked me fairly quickly and told me that I was now at 9 cm!  But, she then kept me on my back to break my water.  I was irritated at this, because she never asked if she could break it, and I didn’t know it was happening until it was too late to do anything about it.  As my doula was setting up the tub, she didn’t know it was happening until after.  And, then of course I had another contraction while on my back, which caused me to whither and cry out in pain, derailing me from my focus.  Back labor is just awful….

In retrospect, I wish I had declined that final check, but labor is a funky thing.  With both of my births I have found that when someone tells me to do something, I’ve found that I generally just do it without thinking, despite all the plans I had made previously.

I remember looking at the bed after my water had been broken and saw my mucus plug and bloody show on the pad.  Who would have thought that at 9 cm dilated that those two things would still be firmly in place?  My water was clear, so thankfully I’d be allowed to get in the pool.  I was told that if my water had meconium in it I wouldn’t be allowed to labor or deliver in the pool.  I had one contraction after my water was broken, and man they don’t lie when they say that contractions are more intense after your water breaks.

After all of that, the pool was finally ready and I was chomping at the bit to get in it.  The warm water felt amazing, and really helped to take the edge off the contractions.  Almost as soon as I was in the water, my body started to push on its own.  I was kneeling in the pool, hanging over the edge and pushing, and pushing and pushing…..and getting nowhere.  After a while, my midwife checked me while I was in the pool and discovered that I had an anterior lip of cervix caught between my pubic bone and the baby’s head which was now swollen.  So, my midwife had me flip over on my back to push for a few contractions while she tried to move the lip of my cervix out of the way.  #1.  it hurt like hell to be on my back again, #2. it hurt even more when she was messing with my cervix.  I believe I was screaming in pain.

My midwife couldn’t get my cervix to move out of the way while I was in the pool, so she then wanted me to get out of the pool and onto the bed.  The move out of the pool took an immense amount of strength for me.  I did not want to move.  I was in pain, out of focus and just wanted to be left alone.  I remember that I was thinking that I just wanted this to be over, and I wanted a break.  I even had thoughts of wanting a C-section so I could be done.  I never voiced those thoughts, and eventually I did make it onto the bed.   I believe Josh and the nurses had to almost physically haul me out of the tub.   

And, once again I was put on my back while my midwife tried to move my cervix out of the way.  It was more painful than it sounds.  I remember yelling quite fiercely while she was moving it, and begging for her to stop.  She kept telling me that I wouldn’t like her during this, but I would like her afterward, and she was right.  Eventually she got the lip out of the way.  She had me then get on my knees and push on the bed for two contractions, to get the baby’s head below the lip.  That time it worked, and I could get back in the pool.  However, I didn’t want to move.  I remember telling everyone to leave me alone, that I just wanted to relax and have some downtime.  My contractions had spaced out and weren’t as hard as the transition contractions, and I just breathed through them without bearing down, giving myself a little rest.  I was tired, and my energy was draining, and I really just wanted a nap.  My doula was strongly encouraging me to get back in the water before I had the baby on the bed, and eventually I summoned the strength to move again.

As soon as I started pushing in the pool, I could feel the baby moving down.  And, fairly soon the head was right there, ready to come out.  That feeling, freaked me the hell out.  It burned oh so badly.  I felt like I was stretched to the max and was about to tear from stem to stern.  But, Josh, my mom, my midwife and doula helped me get refocused.  Seriously, Josh was amazing the whole time.  He really was my rock and kept me focused and determined.  He was repeating the mantra I’d been saying to myself my whole pregnancy: I can do anything for one minute.  That helped snap me out of my freakout.  I also remember my midwife telling me that I was fine, and that I wasn’t going to tear apart, which was reassuring.  They then helped me widen my knees and when I was pushing I would sit back, almost in a child’s pose, or as close to child’s pose as a pregnant, laboring woman can get.  Seriously, my face was in the water as I was pushing.  After a few more times pushing like that, and out the baby came.  I believe the baby came out in one push.  One of the nurses later told me that the baby ended up doing a flip in the water as he came out.

The next thing I heard was Josh announcing that the baby was a boy!  It took some fancy maneuvering since he came out so fast behind me, but I was able to stand up, step over the cord, sit back down in the water and then he was handed to me.  For the next while I was holding our son to my belly (the cord was too short to reach to my chest) skin to skin in the water and just marveling him.  I just kept thinking how beautiful he was.  He was squishy and plump and perfect in every way.  He cried a few times, and then was just alert and calm, snuggling with me.  Josh was leaning over the pool and I could hear in his voice that he was tearing up.  It was a very beautiful moment.  

Soon enough the cord stopped pulsating and Josh cut the cord.  Not long after, I handed Josh the baby to do skin to skin with while I got out of the tub.  I got up on the bed and I was covered with warm blankets, and then the baby was handed back to me.  He nestled right on my chest, and was just beautiful.  It’s at that point that we decided to name him Benjamin.

I definitely remember still having contractions after Ben was born, which I still had to breathe through, but I didn’t care about them.   Instead, I was irritated at the umbilical cord, because it just kept seeming to get in the way and rub places that it did not feel good to rub against.  Thankfully, not long after getting up on the bed I delivered the placenta, which didn’t hurt at all.  I had a tear (no idea on the degree, I never asked), which required stitches (I have no idea how many).  My midwife gave me a few shots to numb the area, which stung, and then I could feel her stitching me up, feel the thread pulling through skin, but oddly it didn’t hurt.  All while that was happening the nurses were assessing Ben on my chest.  Ben’s APGAR scores were 9 and 9.

We got over an hour of skin to skin time before Ben was taken to be weighed.  It seemed no one in the room could agree on how much they thought he’d weigh.  The nurses all suspected that he’d be around 7 lbs, but we were all surprised when he was 8 lbs, 6 oz.  He was 20.5 inches long, with a head circumference of 14 inches.  

After everything was all said and done, and we had been moved from Labor and Delivery to the Mother/Baby suite, things settled down and I was finally able to really connect with my son.  I’ve read account after account of women getting that natural oxytocin rush immediately after delivery, but that overwhelming feeling of love, comfort and peace didn’t come to me until about 3+ hours after Ben was born.  I believe because those first two hours are so busy, with so many people working on you and assessing the baby, even while you’re holding him, that it’s hard to just sit and relax and bond.  But, once it was just me and my husband alone with Benjamin, that overwhelming feeling of love started to flow.  Even now, over 6 months later, I still get that feeling whenever I look at my boys.  

Benjamin was born at 4:23 in the morning on June 19, 2016 – Father’s Day.  I think that he was the best Father’s Day gift that we could have ask for!

 

 

Week 40

Dear Baby,

Well, we made it to the due date….We are 40 weeks today.  I’m a little shocked that I’m still pregnant.  I really thought that you’d be out by now.  I guess that you just really like it in there, and are still comfy enough to hang out for a while.  I know that you’re getting pretty squished and have to be running out of room, but that doesn’t seem to be making that big of a difference to you.  Maybe you’ll be an easy going little thing like your brother.

At 40 weeks you’re the size of a watermelon…..a freaking watermelon.  And, it definitely looks like I swallowed one.  Right now you’re hair and nails are continuing to grow, and you’re still working on your lung  and brain development.  Other than that, you’re pretty much done cooking.  I think everyone is chomping at the bit waiting for your arrival, and I’m no different.

Everything is done and ready to go for you.  Your Gram finished making an heirloom baby blanket for you, and I finished knitting a blanket for you that I hope becomes your lovie.  Your room is all set.  Your diapers are ready to go.  Your clothes are all clean and hung up, waiting for you to fill them.  Your Dad and I are both on summer break right now, so whenever you’re ready to come out, we’re ready to snuggle you and love you.

Because of the heat in June, I’ve become a swollen and puffy person.  My feet and hands seem to be perpetually swollen.   I’m also pretty uncomfortable, and I’m no longer sleeping very well, mostly because of how huge I am.  I’m also am unable to stop myself from assessing every single twinge, cramp and contraction that I feel – which is starting to drive me insane.  I feel like I stop and think “is this it?” about every 4.3 seconds.  I just need labor to start so I don’t end up losing any more of my mind.

I have my 40 week midwife appointment tomorrow, and it’s going to be a long one.  We have a NST (non-stress test), an ultrasound and a midwife appointment wrapped into one.  A big part of me is hoping that I have cause to not keep that appointment, but that all depends on you.  Come on out, we all want to meet you!

I love you so much!

Momma

 

 

Complaining

This is officially the longest that I have ever been pregnant…
Henry was born at 39 weeks and 2 days. I’m now currently 39 weeks and 3 days pregnant with #2. I am so ready to be done.  

I wish I was one of those people who enjoyed being pregnant, but I’m not. I just find the whole process miserable. From horrid morning sickness in the first trimester where you can keep nothing down, to the sheer exhaustion that persists well into the second trimester and then comes back in the third. Anyone who says that you start to feel better at 14 weeks is a liar. Not to mention that I really miss alcohol….

Then (for me) comes the gestational diabetes. And all you can do is look and smell all the yummy food that pregnant women are supposed to be able to eat, and all you can do is munch on veggies…Although, there is something to be said for only gaining 9 lbs during the whole pregnancy (and that number keeps dropping every week).

I’m tired, sore and uncomfortable. I’m frustrated from having contractions that start and stop, and then start again only to stop later. I have this overwhelming feeling that I’m going to be pregnant forever. This is completely unreasonable, I get that, but it’s how I feel. I’m just ready to be done.  

Come on baby, come on out!!!!

Week 39

Dear Baby,
I was really thought that you’d be out by now, but it looks like I’m just going to have to continue to be patient. At the 39 week mark you’re the size of a pumpkin and you can flex your limbs (I can feel this). Your brain is still developing, which means that you’re getting smarter by the moment. You probably weigh in the range of 6.2 – 9.2 lbs. I’m hoping for closer to 6.2…and you’re measuring somewhere around 19 +- inches long.

I’m feeling super uncomfortable. I keep getting kicked in the cervix, and let me tell you, that it is as horrible as it sounds. Your movements are also getting pretty strong, and cause me to wince a lot just from the full force of them. Sleeping badly has finally hit me. I think it’s just from being so huge and not being able to get comfortable. I wake up a lot, but I’m always able to go back to sleep. Since it’s June, I’m also a swollen and puffy person. And, for whatever reason my right side always swells more than my left….weird.

We had a false alarm this past Friday. I was having regular contractions at work all day. They started somewhere around 9:00 am and were about 10 minutes apart. When I got home, they bumped up to 8 minutes apart, and then continued to work their way down to 7 minutes apart. And then, around 10 pm, they slowed way down, and then stopped somewhere in the middle of the night while I slept. Your Dad and I were so excited, and we really thought that I was in labor. We were so disappointed on Saturday when we woke up and everything was back to normal. I’m so ready for you to be born! Hopefully it’ll be soon, but I’m starting to worry that you’re going to be born on our anniversary, which is tomorrow…if you could stay away from that day, I would so appreciate it. =)-

I’m so ready and excited to meet you. I feel like I say that every week, but it’s true. I’m ready to hold you in my arms and marvel that you’re mine. I’m ready for you to complete our family. I’m just ready. I love you so much!  

See you soon,

Momma

Week 38

Dear Baby,
38 Weeks! We’ve got a little less than two more weeks until our estimated due date! We are seriously nearing the finish line of this pregnancy. I am so ready to be done being pregnant. I am so so so ready to meet you and get to know you!

According to my apps, you’ve got about an inch of hair, and you’re slowly shedding the vernix (cheesy white stuff) that’s covering your body. Other than that, you’re just basically packing on the ounces and working on lung development.  

I’m getting to the point in the pregnancy where it’s impossible to get comfortable. If I sit too long, my pelvis or back start to hurt. If I’m on my feet too long I get a little tired and a wee bit dizzy. Laying down is better, but it’s hard to find that comfortable position with this ginormous belly. I’m just overall ready to be done being pregnant! I’ve also been having a good deal of lower back pain lately, which has been accompanied by contractions. There have been several instances where I thought I was in early labor, but each time, the contractions stop. I’ve been really uncomfortable today, back pain, lots of pressure in the lady bits, and a few irregular contractions. Once again, I keep hoping that this is it! I guess time will tell.

A couple weeks ago I sent 11 of your diapers off to have the elastic replaced in them, and I just got them back and they look amazing! I had the leg and waist elastic replaced in all of them, and it was pretty economical as well. I think right now we have 17 bumgenius diapers, and 9 softbum diapers. So, I think we’re pretty much set. I can’t wait to strap one to you. A cloth diaper bubble butt is seriously one of the cutest things ever!    

I’m so ready to meet you! I know I keep saying that, but it’s true. Your Dad is just as eager as I am as well. Hopefully you’ll come out soon so we can shower you with love.

I love you so much!

Momma