Let’s just start off by saying, what a great pregnancy! Oh man! Even though pregnancy is basically one of my Least Favorite Things- even *I* had to admit this one was pretty darn smooth. Coincidentally ( as we would so find out) the only thing I had really to complain about was the INTENSE indigestion and heart burn that plagued me from the second trimester all the way until Justice was all the way out of me. ( seriously I had heart burn and contractions all at the same lovely time) Annnnnnyway, I started all that to say, the pregnancy was pretty great and I couldn’t have asked for a smoother ride. It was so great, in fact, that the day before my due date I went for a nature walk with a friend, I did a craft cooking project with Ransom and I felt relatively calm ( other than really really really wanting to have a baby!) I even had some contractions before bed, but the soon faded and I slept the night away. And then around 6:30am on my due date-October 27th- I woke up with REAL contractions. They weren’t particularly painful, they were just more intense and ‘different’. I got up with Brett and the kids and Brett and I discussed whether he should go to work or not. My contractions were still pretty far spread and I was petrified of having a “false alarm”. In the end we decided he would just go into work late and see what the morning held. I then went for a walk around our neighborhood….something I had been doing a lot of the last week….it had been rainy and a little cooler that week, but I hadn’t cared! I had put on my rain jacket and hit the streets and yet it hadn’t seemed to work in inducing labor…till now. This time I walked for about an hour and my contractions went from 7 minutes apart to 5 minutes apart. I decided we could safely go to the hospital without any shame of false labor labels ( I seem to care ridiculously too much about my pregnancy labor street cred in this regard-who knows why!). Lucky for us Brett’s brother Josh has been staying with us for several months so we had built in childcare right in the house! So we kissed Ransom and Tabitha, wished Josh good luck and headed to the hospital….
I will now fast forward through the 2 hours of triage and get to the part where they admitted me and we were put in a very nice and large delivery room. It was now around 1pm and I was very much good and ready to have my epidural. My birth plan looked very much like this “get yo self some drugs”…and so I was happily gratified when the anesthesiologist came a little sooner than expected-I’d been told he was down the hall with another patient but it turns out that other patient had last minute thoughts of grandeur ( or she saw the giant needle) and passed on the epidural! Hooray! I got mine sooner!! And while it didn’t quiiiite seem to be taking away all the pain away, I felt SO MUCH BETTER and we continued on “laboring” for a few more hours. My doctor showed up, informed me that he was leaving at 4:30 to pick up his daughter for ballet class so I’d need to kindly hurry up the process ( ha!) and so as he talked to Brett about some pastor guy he really likes from New York he broke my water without even so much as a warning. I decided then and there that I didn’t care that much about him delivering my child and was secretly fine with the fact that 4:30 ticked passed without the need to push. However, by 5pm I was MORE THAN READY to push out a baby-and in fact, I was pretty sure that epidural wasn’t doing a DARN THING. Boo!! Once again the drugs were failing me and I was going to have to push out a baby with all the pain that nature intended. UNFAIR!
Ahhh, such is life-literally. And so with that awful realization and a kindly older doctor who wasn’t much on talking but turned out to be an excellent coach, I pushed out the most giant baby in the world. Ok, not really but let’s just say I made noises I didn’t know were possible.
However-sidenote-remember that women down the hall who had turned down the epidural earlier in the day?! Well, she regretted it. She regretted it big time. She regretted it so loud and with so many curse words we ALL knew how much she regretted it. eek! So, yes, I made some very interesting animal noises that I am thankful were not recorded for posterity-but at least I didn’t make sailors blush or anything. So win.
And yes, Justice was not the largest baby in the world, but he was surprisingly large! I hadn’t really been measuring particularly big but at 17:06, weighting a hefty 8 pounds 14 ounces, 20 and 3/4 inches long, Justice Tirian came into the world like a lion! Yelling and mad, he was blue which worried me, but he eventually turned to a more normal red color, but he continued to cry a very horse and mad cry for much much longer than Ransom or Tabitha, and I actually started to worry that we’d gotten ourselves a “spirited” child right off the bat! But even though he cried a lot the first two hours or so, he eventually calmed down and we could set about admiring his super long fingers and toes, his full head of black hair and just how much he looked JUST LIKE his brother and his sister ( seriously, the gene pool is like a puddle over here!).
And just as with his brother and sister we found his “birth time” verse in John 17:6 to be very fitting and encouraging:
” I (Jesus) have revealed you to those whom you gave me out of the world. They were yours; you gave them to me and they have obeyed your word.”
And so that is how the first two weeks of Justice’s life passed….
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