Yes, I'm finally ready to talk about the birth of our 6th child. So, here's the story.
She was 2 weeks and 2 days late. It was a Sunday, April 1st. The family was getting ready for church, I was having contractions, like I had been having on and off throughout the week. I decided to stay home while Dusty took the kids and headed out for church. Contractions stopped all together by noon. At about 1:30pm my mom gives me a call and we decide to head out for Bed, Bath and Beyond and then onto a late lunch. My mom dropped me off at home at about 4:00pm. I sat on the couch for a bit, Dusty and I got caught up on the day, nothing big, we had tea and just chilled out together. During that time I had 3 contractions that I would consider *hard* contractions. We started timing them, since the midwife told us to call when contractions were about 5-7 minutes apart. We got nothing consistent, we got 15 minutes apart, 8 minutes apart, 10 minutes, nothing regular during those 3 contractions.
I got up to go pee. Can I say pee on my blog? Sure. Okay, so I peed and just as I was getting up I heard a loud POP sound. I sat back down, because, well that was weird. Sure enough it was my water breaking. I yelled for Dusty to come in because it was brown and I didn't know what that meant. I turned out to be meconium, which means that the baby is late and had it's first bowel movement in the womb. (Wow, breaking all the blogging rules here, first pee and now bowel movements, okay, moving right along.)
From the point when my water broke the contractions started at 1 minute apart. Yes, 1 minute apart. If you were paying attention earlier you would have notice that the midwife told us to call her when the contractions were 5-7 minutes apart and now here we are, 1 minute apart. Let me just say that we live 35 minutes from the delivery place.
Okay, now we are in a dead run, (stopping every 1 minute for a long contraction, lots of screaming etc. ) to get in the car and head up to The Baby Place, which is where we are
suppose to deliver. We are flying low to get there, I'm screaming my head off, in the "little car" which is about 10 inches from Dusty's ear.
We are about 10 minutes away when I yell to Dusty "I think I'm crowning!!". He looks at me with a petrified look on his face and says "DON'T PUSH!!!" and then he says "I'm going to call the midwife again." He calls the midwife but can't heard a single word she is say, because, yet again, I'm screaming my head off 10 inches from his ear. He says to her, "I can't hear you, but be in the parking lot and ready, we'll be there in about 10 minutes." Little does he know she is trying to tell him that she doesn't think we'll make it, and that she would meet him along side the road to assist in a car birth!
We keep driving, we safely flew through a red light or two and arrived at The Baby Place. The midwives are in the parking lot and they just start taking my clothes off. (Yes, this is roadside that my clothes are being taken off.)
Dusty says, "Can we just try to get her into the building". One of the midwives places a birthing stool just inside the back door and that is the location where we welcomed Daisigrace Emma Davis into the world, 4 minutes after arriving at The Baby Place. She was 7.9 lbs (our biggest baby yet) and 19 inches long. She was born 40 minutes from the first contraction. Our "home birth in someone else's home" went very well. Daisigrace needed a little oxygen after her birth because of the meconium she had ingested.
She was born at 6:04 pm and we were home and in our own beds by 10:40pm and that included a run through Carl's Jr. on the way home for the dinner we never had. Where were all the other kids? Oh, they were next door at Grandma and Grandpa's house. Grandma was suppose to be at the birth but she missed it because it was so fast. She and Grandpa were at church and during that 1 hour the baby was born.
Our April Fool's baby was finally here!!
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