In my opinion Jacks birth story is sort of epic, like out of a movie,sounds like I’m making it up; kind of epic. Todd, my mom, my Midwife, and four hospital nurses will testify this is ALL true, names have been changed to protect the innocent :). 0524 a.m my first contraction. I rolled over to Todd and said “babe, I just had a legit contraction, like really leggiitt.” He muttered something and rolled over. I layed there and felt a few more tight tummy squeezes. I immediately downloaded a contraction timer app and woke Todd up to tell him that this might be the real deal. We threw on clothes and took a walk around the neighborhood to see if they would stop. Nope, the continued. So, I reached out to the first person every laboring mom should emergently text…my lash lady.
It had been a few weeks since I had gotten my eyelash extensions done- and any lash extension wearing lass will tell you, you do NOT want a big event happening without your gloriously extended falsies on!! With my daughter Lucys birth I remember I had a while before things got intense, so I thought I would have time for a quick eyelash appointment. I drove to my appointment and laid on the table telling my amazing lash girl (chelsey) to time my contractions for me. When they consistently stayed at 7 minutes apart, and I could no longer lay still through them, we were done. I drove home, which was midly dangerous and moderately stupid. I still had to pack Lucys overnight bag when I got home. So, I picked her clothes out, packed some goodies and away we went to the hospital.
By this time things were hurting pretty bad. Contractions were coming hard and fast, but I could still talk and wasn’t screaming, so I thought we were in good shape. I walked (with a few stops) up to the Labor and Delivery unit. I donned the sexy little blue gown and laid on the bed. At this point Todd and I were hyper. Like giggly- laughing- kids with ADHD hyper. The nurse came in and checked me but wouldn’t tell me what my dilation was. She said that due to my behavior she wasn’t trusting what she thought my number was. She sent in a midwife to check. I was dilated to a 9! The midwife tried to convince me to go all naturale, and told me I had already done most of the hard part. But, having a baby without an epidural is NOT on my bucket list. So, they said they would try to get me my epidural, but weren’t positive we would have time. (Only slightly regretting my eyelash appointment at this point)
Luckily, I got my epidural and I stayed at a 9 for a bit. My mom was on her way from Idaho, and I really really wanted her there. So, I asked if there was any way we could wait. The midwife said we could try. My Mom thankfully made it and before I knew it was time to push. My assigned Mid-wife was busy, so one of the hospitals new Midwives was going to delivery my baby. She told me that she needed a doctor to come oversee her deliver the baby, to “pass her off” or something and asked if that was okay. I of course said yes and she stepped out of the room.
My sweet mom and nurse lift my dead legs around to get my into the very glamorous labor position. Then in walks my midwife, and… my ex-boyfriend (we dated for a year)– Dr. Prance. It’s a darn good thing I just go my eyelashes done– totally worth almost missing my epidural for ;). There was this brief moment of eye contact and horror, and all I said was “uh… that’s not gonna work.” Then the good Dr. Prance started awkwardly mumbling something about excusing himself and finding another doctor when I realized how rude I was being. I hadn’t seen this guy for 7 years and I didnt’ even say hello! So, I told him to come in for a second. There was a handshake between Dr. Prance and the man I left him for (my husband Todd) a hello from my Mom, and a weird side hug on my part, while in the lithotomy position. I said “So you, do this now? You are an OB, Wow. Good for you. Wow. Wow” And my Mom follows with “yes, good for you, we didn’t even think you were going to get into med school.” ( insert fist bump to my witty Mom here). I think the conversation lasted a little longer, ended with a smile and he let himself out. What the freak just happened? He left the room, and Todd, my mom and I were laughing so hard we had tears rolling down our cheeks. I just kept repeatedly saying “did that just happen? Was that for real?”
It was for real. That happened, my ex- boyfriend came to assist in the delivery of my child. That was all sinking in and the nurses were answering the 20 questions I had about him (like how he has four kids now.. what?!) when the midwife told me we seriously needed to start pushing. My first few pushes were useless because I would start laughing mid way through. Did. That. Just. Happen??!!! Todd and my Mom were no help at this point. They were both still in stitches.
After a few giggly trial pushes I got in the zone and was ready to meet my Baby Jack. I was so excited to be re-united with him. After two serious pushes our sweet Baby Jack was born. 6 lb’s 11 ounces, 21 inches long, bald, crying, and absolutely perfect. They immediately put him on my chest. I held him, kissed him and whispered to him what I good life we were going to have together. I probably said “I love you baby” 100 times. Todd kissed us both and we shared that amazing moment together. That– this is what we created, this is our son, the center of our universe- everything has changed- everything is perfect– God is good– angels brought us this baby– we are the luckiest people on earth –moment together. Todd cut the cord and they put the baby back on my chest. Everyone cleared out pretty quickly and let us be alone as a little family. Those first minutes with Jack in my arms and Todd watching nearby will always be among the happiest minutes of my life. I’ll never forget handing him to Todd for the first time and that look of love on Todds face. He walked over to the door and had his own little moment with our son. I don’t know what he said, but I know I love him for it.
Meeting Jack was the definitely one of the weirdest but best days of my life. I had an Aunt (who was more like a best friend than an Aunt) pass away. She didn’t ever like the good doctor while we were dating. I’m SURE she orchestrated the whole thing and laughed her head off in heaven watching it all go down. I’m certain it was all her.
And as for the good Doctor, I went to see him at the Labor and Delivery unit before I left the hospital. I felt weird leaving it how we did, knowing that was mostly likely the last time I would ever see him in my life. Plus I didn’t really process seeing him. I needed a better look. Was he fat now? How awful was his shoe wear? But,he was off delivering a baby (still so weird to me that he is an OB… so weird) So I left him a little note and told him that I will laugh every time I think of him walking in my delivery room, and told him that I was glad God took care of us both. Yes, God did.
Photo Cred: My awesome Mom. If you’re in Rexburg, Idaho I’m dead serious she should do your birth story.