The very first contraction I had when I got in the car was different. I
could tell it was getting close. I started to feel the pressure. It is a
feeling that is amazing easily to forget, but also so easily to remember when
it comes back. This old friend. Oh, hello. I remember I really don't like you
very much. I told Doug we really needed to hurry. I think my panicked loss of control
started to convince him. He still thought we had about an hour though. He
picked it up a little. After that contraction ended I told him to crank up my
hypnobirthing music louder.
Even louder!
She was the only one offering me any
sort of help and I desperately needed someone. I am a social birther. I need
lots of eye contact. I am very obedient, but I need SOMEONE telling me what to
do. My mind goes blank and I think of nothing. So instead I had, "Hello,
this is Jessica Porter and on behalf of Marie Mongan, welcome to hypnobirthing institute."
After 3 babies, Jessica and I are dear friends.
We were on the freeway by now. I felt the next one coming....it turned out to be a doosey. I knew this was the end. My labor was over, this was now transition. Which is something I really, really don't like to do even when I am in a warm tub surrounded my all my sisters, and my mom, with a husband paying attention to me. The next one came what felt like seconds later, and my water broke. This was the point that Doug really shifted from a "nervous husband on the way to the hospital" to "a Nascar race driver." He seriously stepped on the gas, hazard lights went on, he flashed every car who dared get in this way with brights repeatedly, and he laid on the horn the entire duration of the drive.
Things got a bit heated up inside the car. I took my seat belt off and he started "very directly" (he says he wasn't yelling)... telling me to put it back on, that we were going way too fast. I ignored that advice and started yelling (yes, I can admit that I was yelling) that I had to push right now. To which Doug would always reply, "Don't push, just breath. Keep breathing." I ignored that advice too.
It wasn't until I felt his head actually coming out that I realized I should probably try and pull down my pants just a little bit to give the poor little guy some room. By this point we were off the freeway and in between running a red light right next to a cop, and flashing and honking still, Doug looked over and saw his head poking out. And for the sake of the blog, we'll try and keep the rest of this story clean... but about a minute later and one more contraction later, we pull up to valet parking and it was all over. He was here, albeit a little stuck in my pants still. Doug ran around to my side and picked him up, unwrapped the double loop of cord from around his neck and I wrapped him up in my blanket. He was crying a very health little cry and had really good color. I do not ever remember feeling worried for him. All the while I am sobbing out of shock. I just birthed a baby by myself, in my date night spot, while clawing my husband's one arm, while death gripping my seat belt, while periodically biting my seat belt, while trying to pull my pants down (which is a feat in and of itself for any 9 months pregnant women who is sitting in the car), while yelling prayers to heaven, "Dear God, Bless Me!," while trying not to sit on his head...
I imagine we made quite a scene. There were about 15 or so people waiting around at the curb when we pull up. They all clued in really fast about what was happening. We had lots of observers, people walking by to get a peek inside out two open doors, several phones capturing what was going on (too bad we didn't get their contact information). There was a resident standing right where we pulled up and after notifying the Valet to call up to Labor and Delivery, she stayed with us as we tried to process what had just happened. Kim pulled up behind us and was more than just a little bit shocked to see a baby sitting in my lap. She would have been a perfect dula and perfect videographer I am confident. And we are grateful for the minute curbside scene she did have the presence of mind to capture. The L & D team showed up. They cut the cord right there in the front seat. Somehow I made it out of the car (don't try to hard to imagine what I was or wasn't wearing... and what was or wasn't still attached to me) and onto a bed. I could honestly have cared less who saw me in that glory moment. I will never forget the proud feeling of holding my sweet little trophy baby as they wheeled me past all of the onlookers. They made sort of a procession for me as I went past. The waved and congratulated me. Some were still holding up their phones. It is not every day one gets their very own mini parade/float after just having a baby. And that is about it. We were out of the hospital 24 hours later and are enjoying lots of peace and snuggling time thanks to Grammie who did finally make it about 11pm that night.
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| Enjoying some skin to skin with Ollie and breaking the news to my mom on the phone during her layover... she missed the birth, and we missed the hospital. |
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| Kim was such a champ and we were so happy to have her help for the big day....and wow, I am looking great. |
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| Had to get a quick photo at the Valet parking site before we departed from hospital. |
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| We decided to take this kid home the safe way.... it was kind of a miracle we all made it so safely to the hospital so we didn't want to take our chances going home! |
ps: A really big thanks to all of our behind the scene helpers Laura, Christian, Tricia, & Kate who cleaned and chauffeured and babysat! Bless you!
