Wow it has taken me a while to get to writing this post. Easton is 5 weeks old and already so different than the Fresh 48 photos I did below. He’s a pretty mellow baby, doing all the normal baby things – eat, sleep, poop and look cute.
Here is his birth story.
I had woken up at 1:30 in the morning feeling something, not quite sure if it was the real deal or just Braxton Hicks again. They were real and I had a hard time getting sleep so I got up and tried walking around the house quietly while everyone else slept. I really just thought it was false labor since I was only 38 weeks and both babies before were late at 40 and 41 weeks. I was able to do that for about 2 hrs until Brendan woke up and asked if I was ok, and I shrugged it of like it was no big deal and said “yeah uh-huh, I’m fine. Go back to sleep!” Then I had a contraction and he asked if it was go time. I calmly said maybe but that he should try to get some rest if it was. That was not happening, he was WIDE awake now. So I labored a little more and took a shower to see if I could get them to slow down or go away and they just became more intense. So we called in the calvary to watch the big kids and called the midwife to see if we should head in.
Around 6 am we headed to the hospital and of course they started to become much more spread out and short once we arrived and got into triage. So they sent us out to walk for a few hours, eat and see if they picked up again. We went to Avalon to walk the stairs and get some fresh air and walk the labyrinth. At this point I knew they had slowed and nearly stopped and was trying to not become discouraged and think about Emily’s 4 day laboring event. We returned to the hospital just to get checked again and no progression had been made so we went home. I had lunch and tried to nap for a bit despite both kids being home.
Around 4 or so contractions began to pick up again and were much more intense. I made the usually monday evening dinner of waffles and eggs and sent emily off to ballet and told her goodbye hoping that maybe we’d be leaving again before she got home. She was disappointed (again) when we were home still with no new baby! At this point contractions had become more WAY more intense and a little more constant so grandma and grandpa headed over for the night and we left for the hospital (again) around 8:30pm. I joked on the way that if we were going to have another Monday baby we only had til midnight to make that happen.
From here they story picks up – quickly! He made his way into the world quite swiftly once he decided he really wanted to come.
Once we get parked and into triage its about 9pm. Contractions are strong but not all that consistent but strong enough I think we should be at the hospital. I get hooked up to the monitors and they watch the heartbeat and my contractions. The midwife comes in and checks me and I’ve progressed from 3 cm to 4 over the course of the day… and they think we should go walk around the hospital and eat something. I break out into tears because I fear that this is going to last much longer like it had with Emily and I’d be going home yet again. So the midwife works on discharging us. All the mean while I’m tired and upset just wanting to sleep since I had been up since 1:30. As the midwife walks back in my water breaks – it’s about 10:30 at this point. She says “Ok well, lets get you admitted and into a room!” Yes! Finally!
About 5 min later contractions start coming very consistently and picking up. I get up to go pee and on the way back I can barely walk. A this point contractions are about 1-2 min apart and soooo painful. I can’t talk and am screaming through the pain. I had never felt contractions like this with my previous two because I had an epidural by the time they were this strong.
By now Brendan is freaking out – he’s never seen me in such pain. He calls in the nurse and midwife. With each contraction I can’t help but bear down and push. Note I’m still in triage waiting to get taken to our room and it been about 20 minuets since my waters broke. They see that I need to get into a delivery room ASAP and rush me into a wheelchair. I can’t talk and contractions are back to back. The nurse is literally running me to my room with the midwife next to me trying to keep me calm.
We get into a room and Brendan helps me on the bed and the midwife wants to check me to see where I’m at, because obviously somethings happening. She lifts my legs and says “Well, there’s the head! Push!” A push and a half later she says “It’s a boy!!!” All the pain is gone and our little guy arrived at 11:01pm. Shear bliss and shock all in one moment. I finally and unexpectedly got the epidural free birth that I wanted to have. But this time it wasn’t by choice…. I didn’t even have the chance to sign my admitting paperwork.
Overall it was a grand finale to our last birth and baby. And as a mom I’ll always remind him of how dramatic he was.
Here are the Fresh 48 shots I did at about 15 hours old. We hired a photographer friend come and take shots of all of us together and the kids meeting Easton for the first time. I can’t wait to see how they look.