Birth stories! Tell me I’m not the only one who loves to hear these?! I have three babies and all three were very different experiences for me. I’m going to tell you their stories one at a time, starting today with my first born! This is Part I of III in my series: Birth Stories.
Let me set the stage for you. Early morning: Sunday October 1st, 2006.
Brian and I went to bed around 11pm the night before, and I woke up at 1am with some painful contractions. Not sure if it was the real thing, I waited to see if they would continue and/or get worse. When they did, I woke Brian up and told him this might be it. He was extraordinarily calm about the whole thing, taking his time to wake up and shuffle around the house, whereas I – needless to say – was beyond ready to go! (Never have I ever seen the man tie his shoes as slowly as he did on this day.)
We got to the hospital at 3am and got hourly checks to see how we were progressing. By 5am I was able to get my epidural (thank you Lord for modern medicine), and both of our families were there for support. This was obviously my first experience with an epidural, and my legs were totally, completely kaput. I couldn’t feel a thing from the waist down and I didn’t like it, but I was very grateful to be relieved of the pain of childbirth. It is a really weird feeling to be able to poke your legs and not feel them. It was as if they belonged to someone else. *shudders*
Progress slowed when I was 5-6 cm dilated, so the doc kicked up some meds and had to break my water. I started to push around 11, and by 11:41am, Sophia had arrived! She weighed 6lbs 10oz, and was 18.5 inches long. Brian, my mom, and my sister Meghan were all in the room with me. Meg recorded video (with some restrictions from me, of course). When they placed my baby on my chest, I was absolutely amazed and overwhelmed in the best way. We were thrilled and relieved and overjoyed. Brian got emotional when he held her for the first time, and it was so moving. Becoming parents together, meeting that little one finally, it’s hard to describe what that feels like. What an absolute gift. ❤️
Presumably riding some kind of adrenaline wave, I made the decision to go to Texas the following weekend to visit family and show off our new little bundle of love. Looking back, I can’t believe I did that. I was still sitting on the boppy as a donut in order to manage the 5 hour car ride. Hah! I was 23 then, what can I say? Young, and full of hope. 😂
Stay tuned for part II of this series: my 2nd born!