|Just-born baby Matthew Bryan, all ready to start snuggling.|
I didn't sleep particularly well though. I kept waking up tossing from one side to the other, thinking that things were even more uncomfortable than usual, but quickly drifting off again each time. At least that's how it was until about five in the morning.
|Looking indignant when, after an hour of cuddles, he finally had to be cleaned up and had to have his reflexes checked.|
And then, at exactly eight minutes, there was a contraction. Definite start. Definite stop. More painful than merely uncomfortable. I was ecstatic!
With all of our babies I've gone into labor while sleeping. With Robyn it was during an after-work evening nap. Amber and Katie were both first thing in the morning. In the past I've generally gotten up, walked around, gotten a drink, even taken showers, just to make sure it was "the real thing" before waking up Bryan. Not this time.
|My two best boys!|
To which Bryan starred at me blankly. "What's today?"
It didn't even occur to me that he wouldn't, of course, know I was talking about the baby, so I assumed he was wondering what the date was, what the baby's birthday would be. "June fourth." I added, "Monday June fourth," for good measure, in case he was really disoriented.
"Okaaaaay," Bryan answered tentatively.
Finally it dawned on me that he really had no idea what I was talking about. "The baby! I think we're having the baby today!"
At that point he leaped into action. Soon we were up, dressed, tracking contractions on my tablet, and even more sure that we were in labor.
This labor was different from any other I've experienced before. With every other baby I've had 30-45 second contractions 1-2 minutes apart right out the gate. Having an eight minute rest between seemed heavenly! The actual contractions were longer and more painful than I remembered this early in the process, but what wonders to have so many minutes in between! I'd heard of people being told to "rest between contractions" and known some people who say they even "drifted off to sleep between contractions" all of which had always sounded impossibly odd to me. How do you fall asleep when you've barely got time to catch your breath before diving into another one?? Now it made so much more sense! I felt great between contractions!
Since I felt so relaxed and the contractions were so far apart, getting out the door almost felt leisurely compared to some of our other dashes to the hospital. We took nearly an hour to get the girls up and dressed, double-check the hospital bag, and even fold a basket of laundry before finally heading out to take the girls to the homes of some very kind, rather early-rising, friends who had agreed to watch them for the day.
|The girls came to meet Matthew later that afternoon.|
Once Bryan and I were alone in the car it finally all started to seem real. It was raining and I remember just feeling so excited and so nervous I hardly knew what to do. I couldn't even drink the strawberry-banana smoothie we'd stopped at McDonalds to grab on our way. The contractions were still nearly 6 wonderful minutes apart, although they were also getting strong enough to remind me of just what a painful experience the whole giving birth business actually is.
Apparently we weren't the only ones thinking about the whole birth business that morning. Some of the nurses blamed it on the stormy weather. Some mused that it was because it was Monday. Whatever the reason, the maternity wing was bustling when we arrived.
Our midwife was already at the hospital when we got there, taking time to settle us in before heading off to deliver another baby. The Birth Center portion of the hospital where we had made arrangements to deliver was full, so we were initially sent to normal Labor and Delivery. While we were able to get into one of the Birth Center rooms before actually delivering, we heard later from one of the nurses that by mid-day not only was the Birth Center full, so were all the beds in Labor and Delivery, AND all seven beds in the Labor and Delivery triage area. Seeing how busily the nurses were bustling around trying to take care of everyone, I wondered if things must be just as busy in heaven on days like this, trying to make sure all the last-minute preparations are taken care of before these little babies are launched into mortality.
|They were especially fascinated by his teeny tiny little toes.|
At that point the midwife let us choose. She said she'd be happy to break my waters (what we've normally done not too long after showing up at the hospital) and we could have the baby in twenty minutes, or we could live out my dream of finally getting in the jetted tub.
I chose the tub.
I've wanted to try laboring in a hospital jacuzzi since before Robyn was born. Unfortunately, our turbo-speed babies have never made that an option. Not this time though! Off to the tub we went!
What followed was by far the most relaxed, slow-paced, labor I've ever had. I spent some time in the tub. I walked around. I snuggled with Bryan. We talked and laughed and, other than some really pesky contractions, had a rather pleasant morning. We even joked that it was one of the best dates we've had in years. While occasionally we're able to sneak off for a night out, the idea of spending daytime hours alone together has been pretty much unheard of for the past five years.
And Bryan was wonderful! The nurses even commented about what a good team we made. Other than getting a baby out of the experience, spending so much time with my favorite labor coach is one of the things I look forward to most as the end of pregnancy comes into sight.
|A baby brother of their very own! (I loved that in the Birth Center the beds are big enough for everyone to climb on together!)|
Admittedly, though, our morning probably wasn't as productive as it was pleasant. After a couple of hours we still weren't quite complete, so we decided to get on with things. I asked for a shot of Nubain and then the midwife went ahead and broke my waters.
The Nubain was a new experience for us. With Amber and Katie we relied entirely on Lamaze to work through labor. I always feel like I'm managing really really well with breathing techniques...until my water's broken. After that, literally within minutes, suddenly I'm complete, and there's just no option other than to have a baby and get it over with, but it tends to be pretty intense and pretty overwhelming. This time, even though things still seemed controllable at the moment, we went ahead and did the Nubain just before having my water broken.
|Matthew getting his first bath. The Birth Center nurses even let the girls help with it.|
True to our previous experiences, it only took a few contractions after having my water broken before I was feeling "pushy."
|All clean and warm.|
I know they turn down the lights during delivery, but I think I also get a bit of tunnel vision at this point that makes it all seem even darker than it is. It's like everything in the whole world disappears, very literally, except for what's going on inside. I could hear the midwife and Bryan talking, but it seemed very far away, with very little to do with me, even though I'm sure everything being said was probably directed at me. Even between contractions I just wanted to close my eyes and ignore everyone, waiting for the next swell to start. I did latch on to the midwife's voice, though, when I finally heard her say, "Oh! You're so close. Another contraction, maybe two, and we'll have this baby."
|Clean? Check. Warm? Check. Swaddled? Check. Snuggled? Check. Sleeping? Check. Life is good.|
And then, ring of fire. A very detached part of my brain--the part not involved with gritting teeth, holding breath, and pushing until you think you might black out--actually responded to that by thinking, in dramatic slow motion, "Hey, it really does feel like a circle, I can feel the whole circle, and it really does all hurt, interesting..." just before the midwife announced, "We've got him!" (Which is of course followed by the second, shorter, ring of fire that they don't warn you about as you push out big boxy baby shoulders.)
|Katie kissing the baby goodnight before heading home with Daddy.|
|Close-up of baby before he woke up. So handsome!|
|Hanging out with Katie and Mommy waiting to be discharged the next morning.|
Matthew weighed in at 8 lbs, 6 ounces: our first baby to tip the scales past the 8 lb mark. He had an Apgar score of 10 and a head full of soft auburn-brown hair. His big toes jut out to the side a little and he has large hands. His back is a bit hairy, his ears stick out a little, and he has almost no eyelashes to speak of. And I'm fairly convinced there has never been a more beautiful baby boy in the whole world.
|Showing off the cute monkey on the bottom of his going-home outfit.|
Looking back it all feels like a blur. Sneaking out of Primary to go throw up last fall. Spending the holidays trying to find excuses for a nap. Losing sight of my ankles. Outgrowing my normal clothes. Outgrowing my maternity clothes. Heartburn, insomnia, congestion, carpal tunnel... It's hard to believe nine months could be erased so suddenly by one cute little pudgy face. And yet none of the mess of pregnancy seems very memorable compared to the wonderfully wiggly little body we got to take home with us from the hospital.
And he's all ours, forever and ever and ever!