The last few days have been insane. I’m on cloud nine, and I wish I could watch them all like a movie, on loop.
Tuesday night is our small group night, and we had a potluck and kickball game planned. Usually we do our bible study too, but it was just a fun night to get together. I played, much to everyone’s dismay, and scored multiple times. Yes… Kickball put me into labor. We stayed out with our friends and went to froyo after. I wasn’t contracting painfully, but my pelvic bone hurt so badly I could barely walk by the time we got home; D had to lift my ankles and legs into bed and I finally conceded that I may have over done it.
I laid down and had some uncomfortable contractions and finally decided to take a shower to ease my back. I told D I thought I was in labor, but not to sound the alarm and to get some rest. In the shower, my contractions went from 6+ minutes apart to less than 3 minutes apart. I woke him and we called the midwife and our families. We told them to stay put until we knew if the midwifery center would admit us… It was 1:30 am. D and I laughed and joked between contractions and marveled about becoming a family of three.
We got to the center and were informed we were the only patients that night… But epic was down and they had no access to any of my records or results. So, we took it old school and everything was documented on printer paper and a clipboard. We were hooked up to the monitors and checked: 7 cm and contractions about a minute apart. My parents had arrived at this point and I was so happy to see my mom! We got settled into our [beautiful] suite and I hopped right into the shower to labor. D was incredible from the get go… Helping me through each contraction and keeping me so encouraged. After a bit in the shower, I labored on the side of the bed and begged to be checked as they filled the tub: 9.5 cm! I got in the tub and it was literally only 6 inches of tepid water… No one had delivered in the room I was in, so things like water thermometers were still being organized and multiple procedures and whatnot were complete scattered. It was one of the only negatives about our experience.
Eventually the tub was warm and deeper and it was time to push… The pressure was insane and I kept begging for a break. I wish I could brag about how brave and determined I was at this point, but that wasn’t the case! D was sitting on the tub side and holding me up, and although I knew logically there was nothing he could do, the pain was insane and I kept begging him to make it stop. Between contractions I was hiding in the corner of the tub and trying to cross my legs, screaming about how I couldn’t do it. Finally, D started sobbing, seeing me in pain, and it was so motivating to me to end it. I started pushing around 3:30 and after almost 10 minutes, D told me he could see her head with total astonishment. I reached down and could feel the very top of her head… It was the last bit of motivation I needed. On the next contraction, in one push, our girl joined the world from head to toe; I caught her myself. She was loud and beautiful and all ours. She settled in against my chest and D & I had a moment of awe.
The rest of the process I’d like to forget… My midwife was a nightmare and ended up excusing herself from my case. My repairs took hours and they hadn’t received their shipment of pain meds/anesthesia at the new center. My repairs took so long, Thea had to be removed from me and do skin to skin with D. My mom laid with me through it all and tried to keep me distracted and calm while I fell apart. Finally, while literally kicking and screaming, I refused the rest of my repairs. I’m still paying the price on that.
Finally, we were able to lay in our big bed as a family of three and recover and begin to find our new normal. We were brought breakfast and spent all morning marveling over the fact that our baby was finally here and that she was ours. I still well up thinking about how our lives have changed and how overwhelmingly blessed we are.
We left the center at 11:30, just ten hours from my labor beginning. Our small group & families brought us dinner and loved on us all evening– it was a dream.
Long story short, our delivery was incredibly fast and smooth. Recovery was difficult. Thea is perfect.
After 26 hours of the most traumatizing birth ever, resulting in a forceps delivery, 4th degree tear, and epidural that barely work…. Aidan Emory is finally here!
August 7, 2016
7lbs, 5.9 Oz
21 inches long