Last weekend, my husband gave me a morning off with a good book, a cup of coffee and my journal.
Of course, I started to write, and write, and write.
So here I am, blogging again. Because no matter how crazy life gets, and how long it’s been, I will always need to write.
I thought it would be appropriate to begin blogging again with a story about new life.
The life of my son Caleb.
Here is his birth story.
Monday, October 28th – one day before my due date. I was, of course, getting SUPER uncomfortable and cranky and SO ready to have a baby. I went to the park with my family (Fernando took the day off to work on a paper…boy are we both glad he did!) in the morning and then came home, had lunch and put the kids down for a nap.
I was exhausted, so I laid down with Samuel. When I stood up, around 2pm, a huge gush of water came out of me and all over the floor. I was stunned. I wasn’t even having any contractions. With both of my other labors, my water didn’t break until I was already in the birthing tub and pushing, so this was a very new, and strange sensation for me.
After getting cleaned up, I called my midwife and she said for me to just take a walk and see if anything happens. Either way, she wanted to see me at 7pm to check how I’m progressing.
I already had a chiropractor appointment at 4:30pm, and when I called they said I should definitely come in, because getting adjusted could actually help get things going. As we started getting ready to go I was beginning to feel contractions every 5 minutes. They weren’t super strong, but because my last labor was only 4 hours from start to finish, I was anxious to get to the birthing center, just in case.
So as soon as I got adjusted, we dropped the kids off and went straight to the birthing center. I got there at 6pm and they checked me, I was only 3cm and -3 station (the baby was super high). So, we took a walk, I ate some dinner, and then came back and watched Stranger Than Fiction while sitting on a birthing ball. The clock was ticking along, but I seemed to be stalling out. The contractions were shooting around to my back, but not intensifying. I felt frustrated. I wanted to get things going. I was getting tired, it was getting late. There was nothing I could do (or so I thought) but hang out and wait for the contractions to pick up.
Finally at 10pm my midwife checked me again and found I was only 4.5cm and still -3 station. That was not fun to hear, thankfully my mom and sister were there, because I needed their encouragement and support.
The midwife decided that we needed to take some action to get things going, so she put me on the breast pump for 10 minutes, then had me rest for 10 min, and I was supposed to do this for 1 hour. By the second time of using the breast pump, I could not last all 10 minutes, the contractions were coming so quick and so intense. At this point I lost track of time. The contractions were SO strong I could feel them pulling my uterus open an pushing the baby down. After one of the contractions I started shaking pretty badly. I think that’s when the midwife started filling the tub. As I got in I felt a little urge to push. I told my midwife and she checked me. She said I was 8.5 cm and the baby was way down. After a few more contractions I felt a very big urge to push. I pushed 5 times in one contraction and the baby came right out! I couldn’t believe it. I thought the pushing would be much longer and much harder, and I just didn’t feel like I had the energy for it, but God was so gracious to give me a quick and relatively easy time pushing.
Of course, having him in my arms was incredible, as I knew it would be. He was so beautiful and perfect.
Caleb Albert Fernandez
8lb 11oz 21inches long
Born 11:43pm (yup, 1hr 45 min after I was only 4.5 cm and -3 station)
I thank God for a wonderful and healthy delivery, and a beautiful boy to love and care for.
I am also so thankful for giving my older two such grace and joy to receive their little brother.