So my Due Date was September 18th, and because less than 5% of babies actually COME on their due dates, we always made a point to tell people it was "the end of Sept," or just "september," or "haha..but we don't believe in due dates anyway..." but little did we know....
Sunday morning at 8:30am ON THE DOT (Collin's alarm went off for us to get up for church at that EXACT MOMENT), I felt a small pop-ish burst and then gush.
My water broke.
I said, "I think my water just broke!" got up, definitely water and wet! SO excited! we were both like, "WHAT DO WE DO; WHAT DO WE DO?!?" We paged Blossom, and when they called us back, we told them what had happened. I wasn't feeling any surges, so they said to just go about our day, rest, eat a hearty meal, and let them know when things change.
We did all that. But no church that day! We ate, watched a movie, etc. I laid down and couldn't sleep, but hypnobirthed and relaxed. I was worried in the back of my mind that nothing was happening because in AZ they'll induce you if you don't start labor that same day. Collin helped me relax about that. Clearly something would happen within 24 hours, but again, I had no clue what to expect!! I was just experiencing a little cramping, but nothing much.
Well around 2-2:30pm I started feeling surges! They were just a little uncomfortable. Collin timed them and after a little while, we paged Blossom again. Nichelle, our Doc, called us back. She asked if the surges were, "mild or intense." I said I wasn't sure. (HAHA. Naive me, I was SOON to find out how mild they were and how intense they could get! haha!!) She said that this was the point when many women go to the hospital and can labor for quite a while. It was up to us whether we wanted to stay home and labor or come in. We wanted to stay home and be more comfortable, so she said to stop worrying about timing, and that when it was time to come, I'd just KNOW. We laid down and slept. The surges eventually became a little more intense over time. I breathed through them and was doing just fine. My mom had been standing by at her home, and at some point I woke up and texted her and told her to "come now, just in case."
The surges progressed even more (it's so crazy how much is a mystery. I just had to go with the flow and figure it out!) and my mom got there. We had been eating snacks throughout the day, and had another meal and started watching a movie, Miss Potter, about the author of Peter Cotton Tail. haha. I left during it and got in the shower, which felt great. But with the surges and "knowing when to go in" I was like, how? My mom told me the same thing..."you'll know." I realized that if I was doubting at all, it wasn't time yet.
Collin gave me a blessing that everything would go well and that our baby would be born healthy. Soon after...at 6pm I had the first BIG surge and felt like PUSHING!! I announced, "IT IS TIME TO GO RIGHT NOW!!!!" The next few moments were exactly like that scene from I Love Lucy, when it's time to go to the hospital and everyone is running around like NUTS with their heads cut off and Lucy is calmly walking around. Seriously, my mom and Collin were rushing out to the car with the bags and dropping things a hundred times and I just calmly grabbed my wallet and camera and phone and waddled out to the car, hahahah.
We got to the birth center about 20 minutes later because we had to drive slowly. I had a few surges during. None were as intense as at the one one at the house, but I kept thinking, okay, if this baby wants to come in the car, I just have to let it happen. haha.
We got there, Nichelle checked me, and I was COMPLETE!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 100% effaced and 10cm dialated! Then I broke their bed. Seriously, when Nichelle got on with me to check, like 3 slats busted (I didn't fall or anything, it was a bed on the ground. so funny though.)
Nichelle told me it was time to have this baby. I got through some surges while they started filling up tub. I got in, and boy did that water feel GOOD. But....I couldn't get in a good position. And seriously this kid was coming out my butt. I was almost scared to have each surge because it was really getting intense. Collin was in with me, doing everything he could to help, he was amazing. Even took it well when I'd push his hand away or tell him pretty bluntly to do this or not that, hehe.
So then I started learning from and through the surges. At first I would breathe through them and push a little, but I'd breathe IN at the end and the baby would kind of get sucked back up a little, ruining the progress I'd just made! NO! haha. It seemed to be taking a long time. I JUST wanted to crown because I knew that when I felt that ring of fire that it would be over and he'd come out. I was so in my own head. I knew Collin was there, but at one point I opened my eyes and saw Nichelle, Danielle (birth assistant) and my mom. They were all so quiet and it was so calm. They would just encourage me every once in a while. "You're doing great, Nikki." "That's it." And Nichelle would give soft suggestions. It was VERY peaceful even though EVERYTHING was happening at once. I think I was in the tub for about an hour or a little more, and then I realized....I had to get out. I was almost too much in my element and too comfortable in between contractions, and I knew if I didn't get out I wouldn't push myself enough and this was going to take FOREVER! (Though I did learn SO much and I know I could do it in the tub next time. SO MUCH LEANRING about myself, my body!)
So I told everyone I was getting out and I got on the birth stool. From there I held onto Collin, bore down, BUT breathed through the entire time to get oxygen to the baby. While I'd breathe I COULD FEEL him doing his part!!!!! He was wiggling down the birth path! It was amazing!
About 30 minutes later, at 8:55pm, there was THAT BLESSED RING OF FIRE. It seriously felt amazing to me and I was right, not a minute later I felt everthing spill out....and there was crying. Sweet gentle soft crying, as he was coming out! Nichelle was so soft spoken, "Nicole, reach down and get your baby." I almost was paralyzed because I was in disbelief. She said it again to both of us, and my beautiful husband and I reached down together and brought this absolutely new, perfect, creation with a little red blood on him, to my chest. I think I just said, "baby....baby." hehehe. Then Collin turned this little one over and told me, "It's a boy." A BOY!!!!! Ahh, it was incredible.
From there, I went to the bed, delivered the placenta, got stitched up (no tears on outside, but his arm was up with his face and his elbow nicked me on the inside on the way out). Nichelle helped me get him latched on to breastfeed. We ate, then my dad, Joseph and AJ came and just saw him. I was pretty busted up and so so tired. Everyone left. It was just the three of us, low lights, in bed. Since it was late, we spent the night there, and did everything else in the morning.
So there you have it.
Frederick Ian Smith
(Fred, Freddie, Fredalicious, Freddie Prinz Jr, (ha!), baby guy: We love you!)
born September 18, 2011 at 8:55pm
7lbs 9oz 21.5inches long
He is amazing. He is ours forever. He is so tiny and perfect and CUTE and sweet and calm and makes the CUTEST noises EVER! He lifted his head on the first day. (not sure if this is normal, but we're proud, hehe.)
The pediatrician gave him a 9/10 and called him perfect.
Breastfeeding is hard, but we're both practicing and getting the hang of it.
I'm so sore and so tired and so deliciously in shock and happy all at once.
We have a family. Can't believe it. Okay, now I gotta get back! It took me three days to type this! hehe
Oh! And the kitties LOVE him! They were kind of shocked at first....Dot went right up and just smelled him all over and Monte stayed back, but is very interested. They both get very alarmed and protective when he cries. Aw! My family!
I for real looked nuts. But hey! I had just pushed a human through my body.
Next few: my point of view:
next morning: (haha definitely a bit of a rough night. but so amazing and sweet at the same time.)
Peed all over his own face so got his first bath. He's peed on everyone in the family, now.
The many hairstyles of Frederick Smith:
At the Peds office:
Now things are a little rough with the healing and all, but it's all worth it, and Collin has been taking amazing care of me.
I just kept thinking, "So many women do this." It's incredible.