Each time I heard Ty tell someone Carter's birth story I enjoyed hearing how his perspective was a little bit different from mine and how he would include details I didn't. I really wanted him to write his version down like I did. It took a while to convince him to do it, but without further ado, here it is!
Thursday December, 13th 2012, Liz and I are
sitting on the love seat side by side, watching Archer (my current favorite
show that I hope Carter finds just as funny as me someday). And by watching, I
mean I was surfing the net on my phone for funny pictures and Liz was surfing
the net on the computer, probably reading mommy blogs. At one point, I find a hilarious photo about
Dave’s mid-wife service with a creepy guy hovering over a pregnant belly. I
immediately text it to Liz’s parents as well as Liz herself (even though she
was sitting right next to me).
As I anticipated, she opened the text and immediately
started laughing so hard that she jumped off the couch and ran to the bathroom.
For those of you who are dads out there, you know pregnant women take no
chances when it comes to hard laughter and being 8 months pregnant.
After all was back to normal, I asked Liz if labor could be
started by hard laughter. She said that she didn’t think so but that she would be
pretty mad if I sent her into labor early by making her laugh too hard!
Jumping to the next morning, my day starts like normal
getting up at 6:45 and hopping in the shower. About half way through my shower
Liz comes into the bathroom and floors me by uttering the phrase “I think my
water broke”. I slowly pull back the shower curtain, look her up and down and
agree with her that yes, her water has broken. Then she back tracks saying, no
maybe it didn’t break. I look her up and down again, and agree, no your water
did not break. After an awkward silence, I think that she realized that I have
no clue what I am talking about and that I am only agreeing with whatever she
says…
At that point it should have been obvious that Carter was on
his way but it just hadn’t really sunk in yet. We spent the next hour calling
the doctor (the message service they used wrote the call back number down wrong
so it took a while), packed our hospital bags, and took some last minute
pregnancy photos.
All said and done, we got to the hospital a little before
9am, checked in and were assigned to a room. Liz changed in to the awesome
hospital robes (sarcasm) and climbed in bed where they attached a couple of
heart monitors for mom and baby, and performed a swab test to make sure her
water really had broken (it had).
After that it was a waiting game, first for her parents to
get to the hospital and then for Carter to come! At some point I thought the
contraction monitor was actually recording EARTHQUAKES!!!! I immediately took a
picture and texted it to several people, none of whom found it as funny as I
did.
As the afternoon progressed, the contractions got stronger
and Liz found it helpful to be up and walking around. Since she was a low risk
pregnancy (I guess there is no such thing as a no risk pregnancy so I guess we
will take low risk…) they let her walk 20 or 30 minutes and then hook back up
to the monitor to check on baby.
After what turned out to be her last walk, she went to the
bathroom in her room when another contraction hit. The nurse was there watching
her closely when Liz said she has to push. The nurse immediately snapped to
attention and urged her not to push. Getting her back into bed, several more
nurses started arriving with everything needed for the birth. Everything except
for the DOCTOR. I am no doctor (or seismologist), but I’m pretty sure doctor
is at the top of the supplies list recommended for delivering a baby.
About the time that the absence of a doctor had become
noticeable, Liz has her strongest contraction yet, along with the urge to stand
up. Normally this would be a reasonable request, but moments earlier, the
nurses transformed the uncomfortable hospital bed into an uncomfortable baby
delivery bed making getting in and out difficult.
Liz being the always considerate person that she is, asks permission to stand up from the nurse… while actually standing up. I will
never forget the look on the nurse’s face when she turned around to see her 36
week pregnant patient who was a few short minutes from birth standing in her
hospital bed. Her only response was to be careful (if that paragraph didn’t
drive home the point of how awesome our nurse was, I can tell you she was
awesome).
After the standing in the bed contraction as over and we got
Liz back into the proper birthing position, I noticed that we could check
doctor off of the supplies list for having a baby twice because now we had two
doctors. Apparently the doctor who was supposed to deliver Carter was stuck in
traffic right outside the hospital (there was a lot of construction around the
hospital and it was rush hour on a Friday) and the nurse called for any
available doctor on the delivery wing.
About two minutes before she started pushing, the doctor who
was supposed to be there walked in, suited up, and immediately proclaimed “I
love delivering runners babies”. I couldn’t help but smile at that comment!
A minute later, Liz has a contraction and is told to push.
And much to my surprise, I see Carter's head! After only one contraction and 3
or 4 pushes, Carter’s head was out and I could see his shoulders. A short
minute later with another contraction, she pushes again and at an amazing
speed, Carter pops out!
They quickly suction his mouth and nose and place him on
Liz’s chest. I could feel the immediate connection that was created between Liz and
Carter. It was a beautiful thing. I lean over and wrap my arm around the two of
them and immediately feel a similar connection. Shortly after that, the doc
asks if I want to cut the cord and I say yes. I’m not going to try and describe
the cutting of the cord because there is no way to describe it… it is a very
different experience.
The next hour is a blur of me following Carter around as
they check over every part of him and record all of his different stats.
Then finally, we get to reunite with Liz and introduce Carter to his family (my
parents and Liz’s brother showed up minutes after Carter was born).
And now three months and two weeks later, we have a happy,
smiley baby boy who has completely changed his mom and dad’s lives forever, for
the better.
Um, this was an AWESOME idea! I need to beg, plead and whine and (hopefully) convince my husband to do the same! I threw up A LOT during labor and afterwards he said, "Yeah, holding your puke bags made me want to puke..." so I would be interested to read/hear what he actually remembers/thought about that day!
ReplyDeleteThanks! I can't wait to read Rob's version of the birth story. I'm sure it will be very entertaining!
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