Finding out I'm pregnant. My response? Extreme excitement, a sweet little hop for joy and an immediate phone call to Lauren. Lauren's response? He actually gave himself an "Atta-boy!" He was just so proud of himself.
Being pregnant. The pregnancy itself went great. Aside from the big belly in the third trimester (and the knowledge that there was a person growing inside me!), for most of my pregnancy, I didn't "feel" pregnant. I wasn't miserable; I wasn't uncomfortable. I worked out until I went into labor (jogging until Lauren forbid it in month seven, and at the gym doing low-impact cardio even after my due date). I didn't have the extremes that a lot of people go through. My morning sickness was bearable and my mood swings were minor. There was one great hormonal feat the weekend of my Chicago baby shower, however, when I broke down in tears. Why? Because of something that happened three years ago, of course. Lauren was gracious enough to wait to laugh at me until after I finished sobbing.
The Due Date. As my due date approached, I was getting a bit nervous. Lauren and I really wanted to have a natural childbirth. And we really, REALLY did not want to be induced. We listened to all the old wives tales from people about how to jump start things (spicy foods, curb-walking, stairs, pineapple) and we foolishly tried most of them.
On My Way. I was due on a Tuesday and my labor started the following Friday. I started having very minor contractions Friday morning. All of a sudden, after dinner, they kicked into gear. They were still about 10 minutes apart but I had a feeling this was "it" and really wanted to do something to keep busy. What did I choose? I requested a trip to the grocery store so we could buy raspberries and make a cobbler. Yep. I was BAKING while having contractions. Lauren was quite the sport about everything and donned his apron to pacify my pre-labor cooking bout. (If you're looking for a super-tasty summer treat, by the way, here's the recipe we worked off of.)
|Cooking between contractions.|
Hospital Time. After the contractions had become pretty strong and only 2-3 minutes apart, we headed to the hospital (around 2:30 a.m.). There was some pretty funky weather that weekend and the nurses said "everybody" was going into labor. We actually got the last room in the hospital. We were assigned a nurse who was really a manager not scheduled to work, but who came in because of the labor-boom. It's lucky for us so many people were in labor, because she was simply amazing.
Baby Time! When we checked into the hospital, I was about 5cm. Lauren and I found a pattern that worked for us through the rest of labor; I was leaning over through my contractions, and he was massaging my back. After hours of this pattern, the nurse looked over at Lauren and joked that he would need pain-killers for his hand because he must be in pain. To which he (intelligently) replied, "yeah, but I can't complain" as he pointed at me.
The labor went really well. I was sort of hoping I would have a crazy hormonal/pain-induced outrage to have a good story to tell (like when Lauren injured his back and was on pain killers in the hospital and started acting out scenes from Top Gun). But I didn't. I asked Lauren afterwards and he said I wasn't even a little bit mean to him. Guess I blew that free pass, huh?
The "transition" phase was difficult for me and I started doubting my ability to go the natural route. Lauren and the nurse were both so supportive and reminded me just how close I was. Lauren kept telling me how proud he was of me and how great I was doing. So I stuck it out. And not long later, it was time to push. The pushing lasted 30-45 minutes, maybe. Lauren was a bit surprised at how casual the doctors were acting. In between pushes, he says the nurse and my doctor were just chatting about things unrelated to the child emerging from my lower half. I was resting between pushes and getting pretty exhausted. Then finally, something kicked into high gear and I decided I was ready to just finish the job. A few more pushes and out Brayden came. Lauren says that no one "caught" him and he just kind of slid across the bed, and spun to the side a little. I wish I could have seen that; it sounds amusing.
Lauren and I were so excited when the baby was born that we didn't even think to look at the gender of the precious baby being put into my arms. It wasn't until a few minutes later that it dawned on us. I looked down and happily exclaimed "it's a boy!" Lauren had a look of shock on his face, asked "really?" and then let a big smile emerge. So adorable.
We are both so blessed that we had a completely healthy, problem-free, medication-free, natural childbirth.
And that we were able to eat cobbler after coming home from the hospital, of course.