Memoir: Four Saturdays and a Monday
Four Saturdays and a Monday
And then there was one
I was woken up at 2:30 in the morning, on Friday, October
14th, 2011. Immediately, I wondered if that was a contraction. I was
now past my due date and miserable! I needed this baby to exit my body as soon
as possible. Up until that point, I had not experienced any “fake” contractions, so this feeling was brand new. It was a mix of emotions, including excitement and worry about what was to come. I struggled to fall back
asleep, so instead, I headed to the living room to wait.
When
it came to labor, the two pieces of advice that I had been given were:
1. Stay
home for as long as you can before heading to the hospital
2. Walk
walk walk.
I sent Aaron to work as usual, but
he didn’t stay there long. I was alone and scared. The pain from contractions
continued to increase. I did not want to continue to go through this alone.
Aaron was able to come home and sit cluelessly with me. Neither one of us knew
what we were doing – or supposed to be doing.
Once
in a while, I would summon the energy needed to go for a walk. During this time
of our married life, we were living on the beach in Monterey, California. Our
small apartment was less than 50 feet from the crashing waves and cool breeze
the coast brought. We would head out of our apartment and turn right towards
the beach. We followed the pavement around the edge of the beach. Stopping when
the contractions became too intense to move forward. Just holding Aaron’s hand
brought so much comfort to me during this time.
At
5 pm, I called the hospital. I felt lost as I tried to answer the nurse’s
questions. I had no clue how far apart my contractions were. Heck, I had no
clue how to even measure how far apart they were. The nurse told me that I
could come in to get checked, but if I wasn’t dilated enough, they would send
me back home. At this point, I had already been in labor for 14 hours. I was
becoming tired and nauseous.
When
we did our hospital tour a few weeks before delivery, the nurses told us to
come into the maternity ward in a wheelchair. I thought that sounded
ridiculous, so I stubbornly walked in. I was led into a room, asked to put on a
robe, and hooked up to a baby monitor machine. I was told to walk for thirty
minutes, and then the nurse would check me. Again, I was reminded that if I was
not dilated enough, I would be sent home. With my booty hanging out of the
robe, I decided to pace back and forth in the room for my thirty minutes of
walking. I love walking, but this was incredibly tough.
Finally,
after what seemed like hours (it was thirty minutes), the nurse reentered the
room. She had me lie down on the bed, and she proceeded to check how far along I
was. She sounded surprised to find out that I was five centimeters. By the
time I was all checked in and hooked up, it was gone six o'clock in the
evening. It was all beginning to feel real now. I remember the nurses talking
to me during a contraction. I went into a contraction mood and zoned out. I
tried to focus on one spot in the room – this time it was the bar on the side
of the hospital bed. When she recognized I was quietly dealing with a
contraction, she asked Aaron if this was how I was dealing with contractions.
Aaron told her that I tend to stare off into the distance until it is over. She
told him (and me in theory) that this was a really big contraction. I don’t
know why, but I needed to hear that. The pain was intense, but I wasn’t sure
just how intense. Her comment made me proud that I was handling it so well.
The
nurse, despite that, was much wiser than I was. She had just given birth seven
months before me and knew the pain that was yet to come. She encouraged me to
consider getting an epidural. I was getting closer to the time when the doctor
would need to manually break my water. She felt I would be more comfortable
with an epidural. Ultimately, I opted to receive the epidural. She let the
anesthesiologist know and began preparing me for the epidural. Sitting upright
on the side of the bed while a man inserts a giant needle into my back was such
a bizarre feeling. He was amazing! I was completely numb from the waist down
(now I know that I was more numb than I should have been.)
Around
10, the doctor broke my water. Unfortunately, my water was not clear. This was
concerning because it meant Hannah had a bowel movement and could become very
ill because of it. As a consequence, I would be giving birth with a group of
nursery nurses in the room as well. There truly is no modesty when it comes to
delivering a baby.
It
was around this time that I began to feel extremely nauseous. I was already
uncomfortable, but now I was actively throwing up in front of everyone. I was
disliking this experience with each minute that passed. 10:30 pm also triggered
a shift change in the nurses. I loved my nurse and did not want to see her go.
Her replacement, however, was just as sweet. She was excited to assist in the
delivery of my first baby. She did forget that I was numb from the waist down.
During her assessment of my cervix, she let go of my leg. As I watched my leg
fall in slow motion, I remember telling her I couldn’t stop it from falling.
She was very apologetic, and it brought some much-needed comic relief to this
situation.
After
she finished checking my cervix, we began some practice pushes. I remembered
some advice that a friend had given me. She told me that you think you are
pushing as hard as you can, but you can push more. I pushed as hard as I could!
After 30 – 40 minutes of practice, the doctor came in. They dismantled my bed
and got me ready to go. The nurse gave me an oxygen mask, and Aaron stood at my
left foot. The nursery nurses had also entered the room. The moment was here, and I
could not believe that after nine long months, I would be meeting Hannah.
At
12:32 am on Saturday morning, Hannah made her debut in the world. I pushed for
an hour and was given an episiotomy. This prevented tearing but also meant I
had a 4-degree cut. This would make recovery close to unbearable! She was a
chunky baby and had the biggest cone head. She went straight to the nursery
nurses for an examination. Thankfully, everything was fine. Hannah was crying
(just the beginning) and looking well. They put her on my stomach, but that
made me feel like I was going to vomit. Aaron held her while I continued to get
cleaned up.
We
would spend the next three days in the hospital. Aaron, Hannah, and I were
all completely miserable. Hannah was never content and just cried. After my Mum
arrived on Monday, she informed me that Hannah was not eating enough! She was
fussy because she was hungry. After feeding her the correct amount of formula,
she slept for the first time in three days! I was fuming! The nurses were
clueless that my baby was starving! Just thinking about it still upsets me
today.
Recovery was hard, Hannah as a baby was hard, but we got through it. I love my baby girl and am grateful every day that I get to love her and watch her grow! She is my dream come true.
And then there were two
After my
experience with Hannah, I was done having kids! Hannah was now two and a half
years old, and we had been through so much together. But during his deployment,
Aaron was getting hungry to add another baby to our family. Eventually, I
agreed, and nine months after getting home from Afghanistan, Lilly Belle joined
our family.
At my
twenty-eight-week appointment, I received a sweep of the cervix. It was
painful, uncomfortable, and caused a lot of pressure. After the sweep, the
doctor said, “Hopefully, we will see you later tonight.” That thought was insane
to me! I had so much more to do. I went straight to the commissary and loaded
up a cart full of food for Erin and Hannah to eat while I was at the hospital.
A spot of cleaning and I was ready to deliver my baby. Lilly, on the other
hand, was not in any rush to come.
Friday, around
six in the evening, Erin, Hannah, and I went for a long walk around the
neighborhood. I then decided to lie down on my bed. I wasn’t lying down for
long when I felt this weird, urgent feeling to use the restroom. I barely sat
down when the floodgates opened and my water broke like a scene from a movie.
Then nothing happened. No contractions, no pressure – nothing. So, I decided to
take a shower and have Erin blow-dry my hair. I told Aaron to finish his raid
in his game. I was in no rush.
I probably
should have been in a rush because, apparently, I had tested positive for strep
B. When this happens, the hospital wants you to come in immediately and get at
least two bags of antibiotics in you before delivery. This helps protect the
baby as they enter the world. Surprisingly, no one informed me that I had
tested positive for this.
I (again) walked
into the labor and delivery ward and was led into a small room for evaluation.
I was literally gushing fluids, but they still wanted to check on me before
admitting me into a room. I was four centimeters dilated and in zero pain. By
this time, it was now 11:30 pm, and I was tired. Aaron had just finished up a
twenty-four-hour shift at work and was equally exhausted. Once I was set up in
the room, he fell asleep and remained that way until I woke him up to begin
throwing up again. . . and again. . . and again.
But before we
get there and after I waddled across the hallway with a giant seep pad between
my legs, the nurse got me hooked up to an IV and began inducing my labor. This
was by far the most painful experience I had ever had. I wasn’t in the room long
before I begged the nurse for an epidural. I was still only four centimeters
and not progressing very fast. When they came in to perform the epidural, they
turned on every light in the room. Aaron remained completely asleep in the
corner of the room. Once the epidural was in, the pain subsided, and I was able
to relax for a little bit.
The doctor and
the resident doctor, who was a lot older than the trainer, came in to give me
an exam. (The military hospital on base was a training hospital, so there were
a lot of nurses and doctors training someone at all stages of my labor,
delivery, and recovery.) The doctor was concerned with my lack of progression.
If I didn’t progress soon, they would consider a C-section. Once your water
breaks, they like your baby out in twenty-four hours. Couple that with Strep B,
and they want you to deliver in nineteen hours.
This development
filled me with a lot of anxiety. Aaron, sensing that I was spiraling into a
full-on panic, said a prayer that everything would be ok. The next time the
doctors came in to check me, I was seven centimeters! They were very pleased
with my progress and began preparing for a vaginal delivery. It was also around
this time that the vomiting kicked in. Aaron would rush over to my bed and hold
the sick bag in place for me. Being numb from the waist down makes it difficult
to sit up, so I would roll my torso to the side and go for it.
Once I hit ten
centimeters, the nurses came in to do some practice pushes. After a few of
these practice pushes, the nurse gave me the best piece of advice I had ever
received (in terms of delivery). She informed me that when I rested in between
pushes, the baby would head back in. She encouraged me to still keep a little
pressure so the baby would remain down. Her advice worked perfectly, and soon
we were ready to push for real. She also pointed out that I was having a blonde
baby!
With Hannah, the
doctor sat on a stool at the end of the bed. With Lilly, however, the doctor
wanted to remain standing. To do this, the nurse began to lift the bed up. I
headed up for what seemed like a long time. I felt very close to the ceiling
and didn’t like being up so high. It only took a couple of pushes before Lilly
Belle arrived in the world.
This hospital
did not believe in giving women an episiotomy, and I only tore to the second
degree this time. However, they did sew me up a little wonky, but it was nicer
than tearing to a 4 again. It was early afternoon, 2:30 pm, on Saturday
afternoon when my blonde-haired, blue-eyed baby was cleaned up and placed in my
arms. She was a little seven-pound baby.
It was a much
quicker labor and delivery, and even better recovery. On day two of being in
the hospital, I turned to Aaron and said, “I could do this again.” My body went
into recovery mode, Lilly was fed, and I was better prepared to tackle what was
to come.
One interesting
thing did happen while recovering. A military liaison lady came into the room
to share the free programs offered by the military for new mums and babies. It
was during this visit that she said, “And I can see from your records that you
were diagnosed with postpartum depression with your first.” I quickly informed
her that if I was, then no one told me. Again, someone neglected to inform me
about a medical issue I had. I was deeply offended that this would be in my
medical file. However, as I reflected on my time with Hannah as a newborn, I
think this lady was correct. I was struggling and didn’t know any different.
Lilly opened my eyes to what recovery should be. I wish more than anything that
I could go back in time and hug new Mum Jaimie and tell her she was doing
amazingly well. She needed to hear that.
I love my sweet Lilly Belle. I am so glad we found her name, which is just as sweet as she is. She is my angel sent straight from heaven. I love her and love watching her grow!
And then came a boy
After
my experience with Lilly, I was itching to have another baby. I planned to add
another girl to our family. Heavenly Father, on the other hand, had another
idea. At my 20-week scan, I was told that I was expecting a boy. With zero
emotion, I simply thanked the ultra-scan tech and left. On the car ride, on the
way home, I started to wonder how this all worked. Was it to toss a coin and send
Jaimie a boy now? It was then that I had a very strong impression concerning
the child I was carrying. I had this thought enter my mind, “Jaimie, it is not
an accident that he is a boy. He is meant to be a boy, and he is meant to join
your family at this time.” After that impression and finding his name, I was
ready to meet my baby boy.
Beck’s
arrival happened right after the 2016 presidential election had taken place. We
were attending a Trump-won party (I wasn’t too thrilled about it at that time)
on Friday, November 11th. I had, the day before received a sweep of
my cervix and was starting to feel some cramping and pressure. The next day, I
labored at home for as long as I could. The contractions were incredibly
intense, but they were consistent. I knew I was in labor, although I didn’t tell
anyone.
I spent my
Saturday morning relaxing on the couch and cuddling my girls. Around 4 pm, I
wasn’t sure if my water had broken or not. It was at this time that I told Aaron
that we should head to the hospital for an exam.
Again,
instead of opting for a wheelchair, I walked to the labor and delivery ward. I
was placed in a small room and asked to put on a robe. Here, they checked the
fluid, my contractions, and my cervix. I was five, almost six centimeters, and my
water hadn’t broken but was leaking (dripping). In this room, I was asked about
a million questions before heading to the room where I would deliver.
Once in the
room, the nurse kept telling me how stoic I was. Honestly, I am just not
someone who makes a lot of noise. My laugh involves an open mouth with no sound
coming out, and my experience on a rollercoaster is pretty similar. I just
don’t find the need to be weirdly loud when it just isn’t necessary. Because I
was pretty far along, they immediately ordered an epidural for me. Once you are
too far along, the epidural won’t work, and you will be in pain, as well as
having a giant needle in your back. One good thing about being far enough along, though, was that the nurses didn’t feel the need to insert a catheter. I appreciated
that!
I remember
sending a picture to our family group message and saying This is happening!
Within the hour, I was ten centimeters and getting prepped to push. The advice
I was given by Lilly to hold some pressure when I relax was proving to be
very valuable. Beck entered the world at 5:30 pm after just a couple of pushes.
From the second I saw him, I fell in love! He had completely stolen my heart.
Originally, we had chosen the name Beck Edwards (after both our fathers), but I
knew he was a Beck Aaron.
The first thing we did after
delivery was skin-to-skin. I had not done this with either one of my girls, and
to be honest, I felt a little awkward. I was half-naked and in a lot of pain.
Beck was not a happy baby, however, and while I was getting moved from labor
and delivery to recovery, they took him to the nursery to evaluate him. He
calmed down on the way to the nursery and was quickly returned to me.
Beck was
the best labor and delivery! It was the first time I hadn’t thrown up while in
labor. Unfortunately, in the recovery room, I did throw up. If that wasn’t bad
enough, there was a random hole in the bottom of my throw-up bag. I ended up
throwing up all over me and the bed. . . . . . so gross!
I had a
2-degree tear again, but was recovering well. The nurses came in every four
hours (even through the night) to perform a temperature check, blood pressure,
and uterus check. It isn’t fun being pushed and prodded in the stomach right
after giving birth, but they need to check that the organs return to their proper
spot.
All of
Beck’s tests were also going well. The next morning, the pediatrician gave the
all-clear for us to go home that day. Twenty-four hours after delivery, Beck
and I were heading home. It was the best! The only issue I had during recovery
was passing a fairly large blood clot. I was so scared. I immediately called
the nurse helpline, where the sweetest nurse was able to calm my fears. My blood
clot was simply old blood that had been sitting for a while and then released. Thank
goodness!
I had two beautiful girls and one dreamy boy. He was the boy who stole my heart! He had completed our family.. . . . . or so I thought . . . . . But once again, Heavenly Father had a better plan in store for our family.
And then came Barley
After Beck,
I thought our family was complete; however, after saying my prayers one night,
I got into bed. As I lay my head on the pillow, I heard a little voice say,
“OK, Mum, I am ready to come.” This freaked me out because I was not ready! This
was February 2018. It took me till November 2018 to finally agree to one more
baby.
At week
twenty-seven, I received yet another sweep. I was told I was strep B positive
again (like I was with Lilly); however, I didn’t know just how similar their
labor would be. On Friday, August 9th, I sent Aaron and Beck out to
a father and Son campout. It had been three days since my sweep, and nothing had
happened. I foolishly assumed I would end up back at the doctor’s office on
Tuesday to have another sweep done. At 10 pm, I went to bed. Minutes later, I
called my brothers, Josh and Ryan (they live in my basement), and told them
that I was pretty sure my water had just broken. It was not a gush like with
Lilly, so I wasn’t completely sure if it had or not. Next, I called Aaron –
Nothing. He did not answer my repeated phone calls or reply to any of my text
messages. I opted not to head to the hospital. My water was barely leaking, and
I knew if I went in, then I would be awake all night. Like with Lilly, no
contracts started up.
Around 2:30
am, Aaron finally got my messages. He called me and I told him that I would go
to the hospital in the morning, so he could stay at the camp till then. He
decided to come home now, just in case anything changed. I finally headed to the
hospital around 8 am. Once again, I walked into the labor ward and was taken to
the same examination room as Beck. I answered all the questions and then was
told that I should not have waited to come in for two reasons: 1. My water had
broken, and they want to get things moving, and 2. I was strep B positive, and they
wanted to get at least two bags of antibiotics in me before delivery.
After my
experience with Lilly, I really was not looking forward to this labor. It felt
very similar to Lilly’s because my water broke, but nothing happened. I knew I
was going to get induced, and that process isn’t fun. They put me in my room, and
my nurse kept asking if she knew me. She thought I looked familiar. She asked
if I had delivered here before (which I had with Beck). To be honest, I was
trying to be friendly, but I knew what was coming. The nurse got me hooked up
to an IV and put the bands around my belly.
I don’t
really know the series of events that happened next. I was really
uncomfortable. I got an epidural. They rushed me a little because the anesthesiologist
was on the ward. He did a good job, and in no time, I was numb. With Hannah, I
was numb – couldn’t feel a thing! With each pregnancy, I felt a
little bit more and more. It was mainly from pressure, but I was told I should
feel some pressure, not pain. I was lying on my left side when the nurse
came in and placed what she called a peanut between my legs. This peanut was
like a weirdly shaped yoga ball. If I was uncomfortable before, I was even more
so now.
When the
nurse checked me, I hadn’t made much progress. There was also quite a bit of
blood on her glove. I knew this wasn’t good, but she didn’t seem concerned about
it. There was also some confusion about how strongly I was contracting. To get
a better reading, she placed a white plastic-looking thing onto Charlotte’s head
(I think). This is when I noticed the blood. It was also around this time that
she wanted to move me over to my right side.
Side note:
Charlotte did not like it when I lay on my right side. I would instantly feel
nausea and throw up. The anti-nausea pills helped, but I knew not to sleep on
that side. For nine months, I had slept on my left side.
Aaron and I
both told her that Charlotte did not like that side, but she flipped me anyway.
Looking back, I should have been more vocal. As soon as she turned me to my
right side, Charlotte’s heart rate dropped. She watched it for a little while, but
when it dropped significantly. The nurse called for the doctor while turning me
back to my left side. It was also becoming difficult to breathe. It was as if I
was trying too hard to breathe in. She placed an oxygen mask on my face. You
would think that ridiculous peanut-looking yoga ball would have been removed by
now, but no, it was still in between my legs.
Once I was
situated on my left side again, Charlotte’s heart rate regulated again. She was
a fidgety baby because they had trouble finding her with the bands. The nurse
called off the doctor and began monitoring me again. She told me that either
way (meaning vaginally or a C-Section), my baby would come out alive. After she
left the room, Aaron grabbed my hand and said a prayer for me. I just wanted
this baby to come out healthy and soon!
When the
nurse came back in, I was at ten centimeters! It was a miracle. Charlotte
progressed so quickly, which is why there was blood on her glove. To be honest,
I don’t remember much about pushing Charlotte out. Aaron said I looked really
red. He could tell I was trying really hard to get her out quickly. She ended
up coming out too quickly and was quite purple and bruised. Besides that, she
was a healthy and beautiful-looking baby.
I remember
looking over at her while getting stitched up (I tore to a 2 again) and feeling
so grateful it was over! It wasn’t long before I was moved to the recovery
room. When you are diagnosed with strep B, they like to keep you for 48 hours.
I did not want to stay that long. On Sunday morning, I asked our pediatrician
if we could go home that day. He reluctantly agreed, and at 9 pm that night, we
headed out.
Charlotte
would prove to be an interesting baby (she gave us a couple of scares those
first couple of weeks), but even though I was hesitant to expand our family, I
am grateful I did. I can’t imagine life without her! She is my true mini-me in
every way. Aaron always says that without Charlotte, our lives would be boring and
way too easy.
Then came my last baby
I have said
it again and again and again, but I really thought I was done after Charlotte.
I just knew that I could not put my body through that again. However, Aaron and
I had made a deal, and he was desperate for one more. After three negative
pregnancy tests, I decided to test just one more time before making an
appointment with my doctor. At 4am on October 1st, 2023, I found out
that I was pregnant with baby number five.
At week
thirty-five, I went in for my appointment and an ultrasound. Everything looked
great, and I was already 1cm dilated. I was sure that Jack would come around
week thirty-seven or thirty-eight. At my thirty-seven-week appointment, I found
out that my dilatation had not changed. It remained 1cm at my thirty-eight and thirty-nine-week
appointment. I was devastated. This meant that I was heading for an induction
on 17 June 2024.
My hope was
to do an unmedicated labor and delivery. However, my two worst labors were the
two where I had to receive Pitocin. My heart sank knowing that I could not be
induced and go unmedicated. I knew that the contractions would come harder and
faster than if I went into labor on my own. I reached out to a “friend” (she is
the wife of a friend) on Instagram because I knew that she had recently had an
unmedicated birth. I am so glad that I did because she reassured me that I
could do this! I just needed to focus on everything I had been practicing, like
my breathing, positive affirmations, and movement. I also knew that I would
have Aaron with me as my support, and if he believed in me (which he did), then I
would be ok.
During a
Primary Presidency meeting on Sunday morning, I received the call from the
nurse. She informed me that I was number one on the list of inductions
scheduled for Monday and that I should expect a call around 5:45-6 in the
morning. I would need to be at the hospital in fifteen minutes, and then
everything would get started.
I woke up
at 5:30am on Monday morning. I showered and got ready, knowing that when I came
home, it would be with my baby. I still had some nerves about the whole thing, but I felt peace with my decision and took faith in the impression that I had
felt from the Lord that if I wanted another baby, He would keep me safe. The
call came at 5:55am. Fifteen minutes later, Aaron and I were being buzzed into
the labor ward. After what seemed like a mountain of paperwork, I was taken to
my room, changed into my gown (not the glamorous kind), and started on
Pitocin. The nurse reassured me that I could do a natural birth, but did provide
a safe word between the two of us. If at any time during my labor I said the
word daisy, then she would know that the pain was too great and that I wanted
the epidural.
To distract
me, I had Aaron turn on the TV. Unfortunately, their cable sucked, and Aaron and
I were stuck watching the game show network. At 8am, my doctor came in and broke
my water. It wasn’t painful at all! It also wasn’t clear, so the doctor had the
nurse insert a tube, which would one better monitor my contractions but two
spray water inside in hopes of flushing out any of the dirty amniotic fluid.
This made
using the restroom interesting, but it was doable. I always felt the strongest
contractions when I stood up. At the beginning, I spent most of my labor on the
bed. Jack’s heart rate would dip after every contraction, and the nurse didn’t
like that. Apparently, they are supposed to dip during them. She tried placing
me in several different positions to try to get his heart rate back to normal.
One position she tried was turning my bed into what is called the throne
position. . . . I wasn’t comfortable. Ultimately, Jack figured it out on his
own.
My nurse,
Janae, would tell me that I looked too comfortable. She knew my contractions
weren’t strong enough simply by the way I looked. She wanted me to be in a lot
more pain. She checked me a couple of times, and both times I was at 6cm. She had
to raise the Pitocin level because she didn’t want me to remain at 6cm for too
long. During one cervical check, I swear she put her whole fist up in there.
That was incredibly painful, and when I made a sound of discomfort, she
apologized and said that Jack had disappeared back up the birth canal. She was
nudging him back down.
It was just
gone eleven when she left and told me she would be back at one for another
cervical check. This time, I decided to stand up and lean on Aaron during the contractions.
I would sway my hips as the intensity increased. I would focus on my breathing
and remind myself that this pain is temporary. Standing caused gravity to kick
in, and the contractions started coming in at a pain level I had never
experienced before. Eventually, I had to lie back down on the bed. I could feel
myself starting ot unravel as I struggled to breathe through the contractions. I
couldn’t do this anymore.
At just
gone one, I had Aaron call the nurse back in the check me. If I were still at a
6, then I would have gotten the epidural. I was sweating, feeling sick, and in the
most pain that I have ever felt. I was 8cm. I knew that the epidural was a no-go, and I was going to have to do this on my own. I told Aaron that I felt like
I needed to push. The nurse told me not to push because I wasn’t ready. I
couldn’t stop it. She checked me again and told me that I was complete! I was
10cm. This is when my body took over. It is difficult to explain in a way that
would make sense because even though I am my body, it was as if I became a
spectator. My body knew what to do to birth this baby, and I watched as
it took over.
I told the
nurse that he was coming out, and sure enough, the head was beginning to emerge.
The on-call doctor walked in, demanding his gloves and getting them on just in time
to help get Jack’s head out. I gave half a push, and he was out. In a couple of seconds, I had gone from immense pain due to the ring of fire to the most
magical release of pressure. Another half a push later (if that), and Jack was
lying on the bed. The nurse didn’t even have time to take the bed apart.
Because of
the water that they were using to flush out any dirty amniotic fluid, Jack came
out extremely clean for a newborn. He didn’t have any of that white stuff on
him. He weighed a tiny six pounds fourteen ounces. The worst part of labor was
the stitches after delivery. It was then that I started asking for the
epidural. Thankfully, the doctor didn’t take too long, and I was on my way to a
nice and easy recovery.
Jack is the perfect addition to our
family. Our full stop. He is my baby, and I have fallen so in love with him.
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