Anyone who is friends with me on Facebook probably already knows our news!Today marks one week from the birthday of our first son, Henry Louis. He was born on Friday, February 1st, weighing 8 lbs 4 oz. He shares his birthday with my brother, his Uncle Mike!
This first week as a Mum has been more challenging than anything I've ever done before. It has also been the best week ever! One of my students' Dad's said to me this fall when he found out I was expecting; "Having kids is the best thing you'll ever do. The hardest thing, but the best thing!" I thought it was cute... but only now am I fully understanding the truth in his words! The lack of sleep, recovery from birth, and challenges getting started breast-feeding are all worth it when I get to hold my sweet little boy in my arms. It's still surreal! And I know things are only going to get better.
I've decided I want to write out his birth story, so I don't forget it! Plus... I am still amazed at how things went down. It was NOTHING like I expected it would be... and in hindsight, it was perfect!
As a precursor... there were a few reasons that I wasn't supposed to go into labour on February 1st. For one, my sister-in-law and Dad were both out of town. More importantly, my midwife had the weekend off! So, I told my pregnant belly, "you can't come until Monday!"
On Friday, I was feeling pretty normal. Well... pregnant-normal. I had a busy day planned. I started off visiting with my sisters and nephews for a few hours. My sister, Kate, and I played a couple of games of Dominion. Kate told me she was playing Dominion when she went into labour with her first... and we joked the same might happen to me! I left and dropped off my other sister at about 4:30. At this point, I still felt normal.
Afterward, I went to a coworker of Joe's house for a little gathering. I had been there about an hour when I stood up to go to the washroom. That's when I felt a small gush of waters. It wasn't the big gush I pictured... but enough to make me wonder if I was about to go in labour. As discreetly as I could, I convinced Joe it was time to go. I still didn't know for sure if this was labour, so I was trying not to let anyone know why it was so important we leave!
We called my back-up midwife after leaving, and told her what had happened. She told us she would meet us at our house at 7:00 to test whether or not it was my water that had broke. It was about 5:45, so Joe and I went to a local restaurant to order some take-out. While we were waiting for our food, I started feeling some cramping in my lower abdomen. I told Joe I was even more sure that this might be labour! We were pretty excited.
By the time we got home at about 6:30, some real contractions started to come. I managed to scarf down a few bites of my dinner, but the contractions seemed to be coming too close together for me to really get anything in. The midwife and a student midwife came at 7:15 and checked me. I was 4 cm. Yep, I was definitely in labour! They told me to stay home, eat as much as I could, and come to the clinic in 2 hours, at about 9:30. (For those of you who don't know, I decided to labour at the KW Midwifery Birthing Suite as an alternative to hospital or home birth). She told me I'd be having this baby tonight! I couldn't believe it... aren't first labours supposed to be longer than a few hours?
As soon as they left, the contractions became even more intense. From what I'd learned in our prenatal classes and talking to others, you usually have some time between contractions in early labour. I expected to have at least 5 minutes between to relax and eat. However, the contractions were coming every 1-2 minutes, and were extremely intense. After an hour of this, I told Joe to call the midwife...we needed to go! At this point, I was feeling like I didn't know if I could do it all natural. This was WAY more intense than anything I had ever imagined. I was still pretty set on a natural birth, though. I had 4 intense contractions in the 3 km drive to the clinic... just to give you an idea of how things were going!
We were at the birthing suite at about 8:50 p.m. or so. After a few more contractions, the midwife checked me, and I was already 8 cm dilated! When I heard that, I knew I could do it. It was definitely a good thing that we went there earlier than planned. I powered through some more intense contractions, and in no time I was ready to push. After 20 minutes of pushing, Henry came into the world at 9:50 p.m.! Joe's first words were "It's a boy... it's our son!". My first words were "He looks just like you!" Henry was placed on my chest and it was the most amazing and perfect moment of my life.
|Our healthy boy!|
|Our first family photo|
Here are a few photos, just because I can't NOT share his cuteness :)