Be still my beating heart.
This little sweetheart was born on April 9th, 2015 at 5:39am. He weighed 8lbs 9oz and was 22.5 inches long.
I mentioned in an earlier post that I had been struggling with gallbladder attacks all through this pregnancy. The pain is worse than giving birth. So needless to say I was ready for him to come out. Above is the last picture of me pregnant with Calvin at 40 weeks.
Wednesday I woke up feeling really sore, which wasn’t surprising considering I was 3 days past my due date. My husband’s grandma took our daughter and I had a friend come over to rub my belly. Talking with her relaxed me completely and I started feeling at peace with my circumstances. Later that day my husband came home from work and we walked all over our neighborhood. I started having contractions but they weren’t getting closer together. So we ate supper and watched old episodes of The Office.
At 8:30, I called my mother-in-law to say goodnight to my daughter. Before hanging up, I got up off the couch and felt a gush of water come out.
I called the nurse-line and they told me to come in. So we gathered our bags, and a towel, and headed to the hospital. Because I could tell my husband was a bit nervous, I told him that he could wheel me up to the birthcenter.
When we got there, we hoped that we wouldn’t be leaving without a baby. We prayed that my water did in fact rupture. And the test results confirmed that my water had in fact broke and was leaking with each contraction.
So we walked around the hospital until 1:30am, and then they gave me pitocin to move things along. About 20 minutes later I was in hard labor and ready for an epidural. An hour went by. Nothing.
I could hear the doctor and anesthesiologist outside my door. They didn’t feel comfortable giving me an epidural because of my blood disorder. Hmmm, that’s funny because I had an epidural with my daughter and I was given the green light from my hematologist. Needless to say it wasn’t good timing for a misunderstanding.
2 hours into hard labor and I’m about ready to kill someone. Contractions were 1-2 minutes apart lasting a minute, and it was agony. You see, I wasn’t just going through labor. Every contraction would bring my son to kick my gallbladder, which was full of gallstones and polyps.
The gallbladder pain was about ten times worse than the contractions.
So yeah, it hurt.
Then they finally gave me a spinal block. After injecting it into my back, they played me on my left side. Whoops! I told them that if they put me on that side I would get nauseated. And that’s precisely what happened. I threw up and passed out for five seconds. When I came to, I heard Isaac asking if I was ok. About twenty minutes later I was pushing. It only took 3 sessions of pushing for ten seconds each. He came out beautifully!
They immediately layed him on my chest and that touch of his skin drove me to tears of joy. He was finally in my arms. After all the pain and emotional breakdowns, he was here. Not long after I delivered the placenta, I started hemorrhaging. They gave me more pitocin and a shot of medication to help clot my blood. This went on for over an hour, but the bleeding finally got under control. I was able to eat a peanut butter sandwich, and nothing ever tasted so good!
Overall, I had a wonderful experience. Everyone was so nice, and had my wellbeing (and baby’s) as their top priority. I felt like the only patient in that hospital, and that is the best feeling after giving birth. We went home on Saturday at 10:30 am.
Unfortunately I was back in the ER that night and they found an infection. That wasn’t my favorite moment, but God kept me safe and that’s such a blessing that I’m thankful for.
My Labor Coach.
This is the proud papa! My two very handsome boys. I really can’t express how lucky I am to have this man as my husband. He is hands down the best labor coach around. He kept encouraging me and helping me get through the worst moments of pain. I’m proud to call him mine. There’s nothing more attractive than an attentive loving father. Isaac is a wonderful dad. Always willing to help out and so patient and kind. I love him very much.
This is us a couple hours after birth.
My favorite nurse took this photo of us with our new baby Calvin. I love Calvin’s expression here, it cracks me up!
There is nothing better than being a mom. Hands down the best job I ever had. There will be hard times ahead, but it’s all worth it.
Ella loves him. She loves giving him kisses and gently stroking his head. Every morning when she wakes up, she tells us that she wants to see baby Calvin. Their relationship is already blooming, and although I know it won’t always be a bed of roses, I can tell that they’re going to become great friends.
I hope you’ve enjoyed reading about Calvin’s birth story. It’s been a crazy and wonderful ride on this journey of motherhood.
If you’re a new mom or will be soon, I would like to encourage you. Don’t be afraid of birth. It can be scary, but hold onto God for strength, wisdom, and courage. The wonderful thing is that God doesn’t stop helping us after their born. He continually equips us every step of the way. All you need to do is ask.
If you’re a mom, tell us a favorite moment of yours on this journey of motherhood that would encourage new moms.