Phew! Alright, game on. We’re back from our 2 hour walk and it’s go-time. Time to get admitted and have us a bebe!
It’s around 10am when we are led to the labor and delivery room that was ready for us. HOLY BEJEEZUS. Let me just stop here and tell you that don’t worry, my contractions were definitely more advanced, but nothing cray-zay…yet. Instead, my jaw dropped when we walked into the room. The size of the rooms in the new hospital were no joke…they were ginormous.
This is the only photo we snapped that sort of shows the size – this was only 1/4 of the room! You could have a good size party in there.
Most people may not have noticed nor cared as much as we did…but since we were THISCLOSE to getting to deliver G in the new building back in January of 2012 but then learned construction was delayed “a few months”, we were stuck in the old hospital. I held out hope for awhile…but knew we’d need to have a 2nd kid, just so we could enjoy the new digs of their state-of-the-art family childbirth center. HA…kidding.😉 But honestly, read this description of the rooms – doesn’t it sound like a hotel where you just might happen to have a baby?! Funny stuff – it actually did feel sort of like a vacation at certain moments. More on that later…
Contractions were progressing and the doctor came in around 10:30am to check on me and go over all of the scary things that could happen but probably wouldn’t (and luckily, none did). Before heading out for our vigorous walk at 7am, I was 4 cm. When the doctor checked me at 10:30, I was 5.5 cm…woo hoo! Progress! This was when we took the smiling photos you see above. I think the nurse mentioned to Anthony at one point that she could tell I was still in early labor because I was smiling so much, ha…that’s what you think, lady. Maybe I just have a high threshold for pain?! The doctor said she’d be back in 2 hours, around 12:30pm. Well, my high threshold for pain was reached pretty soon after the fun of laboring took its toll in an hour. I almost gave in and wanted an epidural…but it’s funny, at the point where I debated “can I keep doing this?! I wasn’t exhausted before, but now I feel like I may fall asleep standing up…what if it’s another 8 hrs?”, that’s when it was almost over and I needed to hold out. I was determined to go without an epidural again (even though I remembered the primal screaming from G’s labor and really hoped this time the pain wouldn’t be as piercing and unbearable) and Anthony knew that. He kept reminding me of how much progress I had made and how quickly it would all be over.
I don’t remember when I started feeling pressure as the baby shifted downward, but when I begged for the doctor to come back in and check despite it only being 11:45am, I was only 6 cm (not as much progress as I had hoped). She told me that I should keep in mind the option of them breaking my water. Since it hadn’t broken naturally yet, if she broke it, things would progress faster. Some people who are on their 2nd babies can deliver within 30 minutes after having their water broken, others take 2 hours…but knowing that most likely within 2 hours this little guy would be here and I’d be D-O-N-E, was very appealing at this point.
A little more pressure, a few more intense contractions later and it was a no-brainer: “I’ll take the breaking of my water, for $200 please, Alex.” So, around 1:20pm, that happened (and no it didn’t hurt; the worstp. The next 30 minutes were definitely a painful blur, but I consider myself extremely lucky to be able to say that, rather than it have been hours or even days (yes, that’s possible) of the worst pain you’ve ever felt in your life. The one part I clearly remember out of the painful blur though, was when I made the call that it was time to push…or so I convinced myself. I remember thinking to myself “that’s not what it felt like with Gabby…but I don’t know how much longer I can last…so maybe this is it?” and when I asked the nurse how I’d know it was time, since I was “sort of feeling pressure…” she replied “oh you’ll know. it’s unmistakeable.”
Awesome. So now not only am I still unsure if I should push or wait, making me anxious that it still isn’t time to be done yet, but I’m feeling like the lower half of my body is going to explode and I’m dreading every contraction, all at the same time. I muscled through a few more contractions and as the nurse came back in to check on me, I mumbled that I thought it was time. Now, here’s the thing – 75% of my rational mind didn’t think I was really ready to push, but I heard the doctor say I was 9.5cm and that technically I could push through it. I was worried of 2 things happening if I wasn’t really ready: 1) I’d use up all of my remaining strength too early and 2) I’d hurt myself and wind up tearing unnecessarily.
Well, I might as well have signaled for the troops to come in because just like that, they descended…but not so fast. It wasn’t the right group that came in. I was facing away from the door with my eyes closed, fists clenched around the bed frame trying to get through a contraction, when I hear a woman say “Hi, I’m so-and-so, the resident who will blah, blah, blah…” All I needed to hear was RESIDENT instead of DOCTOR. I went ballistic. Now, you may not know why this is such a big deal to me since you haven’t had the benefit of knowing G’s birth story but to bring everyone up to speed quickly, for G’s birth my doctor left. Like legit, LEFT the hospital and went home. This was before the hospital required at least one doctor from their practice to be there at all times, as they do now. My doctor was convinced that I wasn’t going to have the baby until the next morning. At 8:53pm, G was born…and after a mad scramble for a doctor, any doctor, to be present as I was told to “stop pushing and hold the baby in!” (#$%!^&?!), the resident OB delivered her. She appeared all of about 25 years old and I was completely unprepared for a stranger to be staring between my legs. So, not to rehash Gabby’s birth, but it was kind of a big deal to me to have just one of the 8 female doctors I had seen throughout this pregnancy, as the one to be there through this delivery. Especially since at almost every appointment as it got closer to the end, we confirmed with them that a situation like that, wouldn’t happen again. And then I hear it’s another resident?! Yeah. Not ok with me. I think the “conversation” (using the term loosely) went something like this:
“WHAT?! NOOOOOO! WHERE IS THE DOCTOR? WHY DOES THIS ALWAYS HAPPEN TO ME?!? I WANT THE DOCTOR HERE!”
“Ok, no, no, don’t worry, the doctor is on her way…” says both Anthony and the nurse on the other side of me. Unwanted resident and her sidekick start to retreat out of the room (as I was told by Anthony after the fact).
“GET THE DOCTOR IN HERE! I WANT THE DOCTOR. I NEED TO PUSH!”
And probably in 30 seconds but what felt like 10 minutes, the doctor was there and in position. I turned around and the spotlights were on. I closed my eyes, clung to the bed for dear life and just remember being told to push and take deep breaths. About 4 pushes later, Sawyer arrived at 1:50pm. I remember the doctor telling me to look down, that he was out…but I just couldn’t believe it was over that quickly! I finally opened my eyes and will never forget seeing his face looking up with both of his arms outstretched, reaching towards me, as if he was trying to scream “Hi, Mommy, I’m here!”🙂 And then I just sobbed happy tears in disbelief that this little Anthony-mini-me was inside of me this whole time. I was done, we did it and he was perfect.
Let’s recap: formally admitted at 10am, broke water at 1:20pm, baby born at 1:50pm. Sounds like my body was more ready than I thought.
Without further ado…
The rule is typically that 2 hours after delivery, they move you to a mother/baby room. Similar to Gabby’s birth, the hospital was overcrowded and there were no open and clean rooms for us to move to. Fine by us since in labor/delivery we had 24 hr visiting hours which meant Minke and Pop-Pop could meet their grandson later that night! They started the trip as soon as we told them we were being admitted, but with traffic, they only arrived around 9pm.
Sawyer’s first visitor was his big sister.
Every time I look at these photos, I tear up! Gabriella was SO happy and excited to finally be able to meet “Tiny”. I have to admit, I was nervous about this moment.
I hoped G would be this excited, but I also mentally prepared myself for her to see him and care less. Or, see me holding him and get jealous and throw a tantrum. We made sure to have a gift bag of goodies just for G and even had a new stuffed animal from Sawyer, for Gabby. In the end, none of it mattered. The gift bag came in handy when she left with Aunt Raq, so she could go home and have fun playing with some new toys, but really, all the girl wanted to be around was us…and her new brother. She was (and still is) so incredibly gentle, sweet, concerned and willing to help with all things Sawyer. #myheartmeltsmultipletimesaday #howdidwegetsolucky
Our first photos as a family of four!
Next up was Aunt Raq…the best aunt around for so many reasons. Watch out Raquela, I have a feeling these 2 are going to be trouble when you babysit as they get older!😉
We got into the mother baby room around 11pm and the next morning, fell in love with all of the natural light and space we had to spread out. As I mentioned earlier, the room we stayed in with Gabby was part of the old hospital and definitely less than half the size, with a window the size of a cereal box.
Look at the hair on this kid! We love it. I really hope it stays strawberry blonde like this…
Saturday was a day of visitors…
The photo on the right (of Daddy holding her babies) was taken by Gabby, my newest photography assistant. Seriously, the girl is good.
Then on Sunday before we left to officially start our life at home with 2 kids (!), we had to have a quick photoshoot, of course!
…in summary, life is now an equal balance (well, most days) of excitement and exhaustion…and we wouldn’t have it any other way.🙂