Tuesday, January 17, 2012
I suppose it's time for a bit of an update! There were 3 little reasons (named William, Isaac, and James) I had no energy to keep up on the blogging, but now life is returning to normal. We are so glad James is finally here. Here is his story (I'll leave out the gory stuff for you sensitive types):
I had contractions starting at around 34 weeks so I was exhausted and ready to have this little boy make his debut. When I was 38 1/2 weeks I woke up in the middle of the night with a contraction that was so intense I could hear my heart pounding in my head. That was at 2:45 am. I waited to see if it was a fluke, but then had another one at 3:00. The dog sat at my feet growling as I breathed through it, which I thought was really funny. I woke up Greg and told him it looked like his prediction was coming true and this baby was coming in the middle of the night. Despite the fact that his wife was in labor, he was not that excited about getting out of bed, but before he could even finish asking me "Are you sure this is the real thing?" I had another contraction and he said, "Let's go. I've seen that look before!"
My sister and her husband were kind enough to rush to the house to stay with Will and Isaac and we were out of the house by 3:30. In the middle of a contraction at a stop light my water broke (the first time that's ever happened to me spontaneously), and at 3:40 we pulled up to the emergency room doors.
To get into the labor and delivery ward you have to stand outside the doors and call the nurses inside for them to open the doors. They have a video feed to the doors. When we got there I went off to the side to lean on a counter for another contraction and Greg called the nurses. They had quite the funny exchange.
Greg: "Can you open the doors? My wife's having a baby."
Nurse: "What's your wife's name?"
Greg: "Talia Poulsen."
Nurse: Long pause. "We don't have anyone here by that name."
Greg: "No, she's right here, she's in labor."
Nurse: "What was the name again?"
Greg: "Talia Poulsen."
Nurse: "Sorry, do you know what room she's in?"
Greg: "Talia, come stand next to me. This is my wife. She is having a baby! Can we come in!?"
Even in the middle of contractions the humor of the situation was not lost on me. We finally were allowed in and subjected to a bunch more questions before taken to a room. Then they changed their minds and took us to a different room. After standing around in there for a while by ourselves a nurse came in and finally got things going. She did an initial check and then said "Oh, um, you're an 8. I think I'll go call your midwife." Greg turned on our music (some nice relaxing John Cruz) and did some massage and pressure points while I worked on visualization until the midwife got there. She checked me and asked "how do you feel about pushing?" A few contractions later and our James was born at 5:50 am. From the time I woke up until he was born was only 3 hours.
It was a great birth! The nurses were not very on the ball, but we don't use them very much anyway. Greg was great and the midwife was great and James was great. The hypnobirthing techniques I used were great too. James had a lot of bruising on his arm and sides where the midwife had to really pull on him. Sometimes with big babies they have to break the baby's collarbone to get them out, but we were able to get all 10 pounds 9 ounces of him here unbroken.
James is a wonderful baby. He's very calm and happy and loves looking at his brothers. His brothers really love him too.
Posted by Greg and Talia at 1:26 PM