And he is determined to keep our lives full of drama!
Benjamin Patrick Cole was born at roughly 1:25ish PM on Wednesday, June 24th. He was born into his Daddy's hands after a wild 25 minutes of hard labor and four pushes - five minutes before the first midwife could arrive! We planned for a homebirth, not a UC, but that's what we wound up having. Dh was awesome. He was a total rock star and kept me calm, talking me through every step and push, describing everything to me in this totally calm and collected voice which kept me from freaking out. I was telling him to call 911 right now and get a paramedic here, anyone who knew what they were doing and he talked me down, talked me through the quick pushes and then caught Ben like a pro. He totally must have been a midwife in a past life.
So, Tuesday morning I had an appt. with the mw. We talked about me being post dates and talked about scheduling a NST and BPP for the following Monday, with the hope that it wouldn't be needed. We were planning a homebirth and I very badly wanted to avoid the hospital. We talked a little about the birth, mentioned again that Dh wanted to catch the baby and asked if there was anything he needed to know about that. She said not really, that they would talk him through it and show him what was needed when the time came. She asked if we had any questions about what to do if baby came before the mw could get there and I totally blew that off, making a joke about how "I don't have precipitous labors - my babies like to take their sweet time coming out in to the world!"
After the appt. Dh and I spent the day together. It was the 13th anniversary of the day we started dating, so we did some walking around Hawthorne [a neat little district of small shops in Portland] and then went out to lunch, did some shopping, ran a couple of errands. Right up until when we left the restaurant I was feeling fine and kept saying that if it weren't for my blood pressure issues I would be perfectly happy staying pregnant for several more weeks. I was just not feeling at all in a hurry for baby. As we were leaving the restaurant Dh said he could see this total transition in my face. I felt a full shift and at that moment just felt DONE. I said, hey I think I just crossed the threshold between "content to be pregnant" and "ready to be done"
It wasn't a physical thing, it was this huge and sudden emotional shift.
We went home after our errands and just hung out around the house with the kids. I couldn't sleep very well that night and didn't go to bed til around 2am. All night long I kept waking up from tiny little stretches of sleep either due to contractions or my 3 year old who kept waking up crying that her legs hurt. By 5:30am I gave up trying to sleep and realized I had been having contractions all night. Intense, but irregular. I woke up Dh and said, hey maybe today will be a baby day! Our 3 year old got out of bed at 6am and a few minutes later I went to the bathroom and saw a little bit of mucous plug. Tot was getting noisy and I didn't want her to wake her siblings so Dh and I took her for a walk around the neighborhood {my mom has been staying with us for a while so she was there with the older kids}. Before we left I did some light housework, started a loaf of bread in the bread machine and a roast in the crock pot. At about 7 I called the mw to let her know we had some signs of very early labor, but that the ctx were not even close to anything regular or timeable and that we wouldn't have baby before nightfall or the next morning most likely.
We got back home around 8 and I laid down for a little bit with Tot. CTX pretty much stopped. I got up and folded a bunch of laundry, hanging shirts on hangers, etc. Just generally tidying up. I had a couple of ctx - intense, but not regular - while folding and decided to take a hot bath to chill them out a little. I was sure that the intense pain was doing no good at all and was tired of dealing with pointless pain. MW called back to check in while I was in the tub and I reassured her that there was still many hours til baby would be there. I got out of the tub and decided to get on the computer for a bit to kill some time. The hot water had worked to stop the ctx and I wanted a distraction. I posted to some friends here that Dh was getting on my nerves by watching Friends dvds and reiterated that there would be many hours until baby was born. As I hit post I heard the pop and felt a big gush. My poor computer chair! I picked up the phone from right by my arm and called the mw to let her know that my water broke, but no ctx so there was still hours until baby probably.
I stood up and turned around to clean the computer chair. Instead I leaned over the back of the computer chair, because an intense contraction hit hard. Then another within two minutes. And another within two minutes. Called the mw back and told her she might want to come over soon as they were coming faster and harder now. I told Dh to fill the birth pool and my mom to take our kids downstairs to their play room. Went to the bathroom to change my pants. By the time I got across the living room in to the bathroom the ctx were coming fast and hard with barely any time between them. I called the mw again and told her to leave now, and hurry. Hung up and immediately called her back and said that if she weren't there fast she wouldn't make it in time. I don't have any idea what she might have responded as I hung up the phone and tossed it away. At this point I was kneeling and leaning over the bathtub edge, begging baby to please, please just wait for the mw! I called to Dh that I was feeling like I had to push and he asked if I wanted to get in the pool while he called the mw for instructions. I said I would try and stood. Walking to the pool gave me a few seconds ctx relief. I put one foot in, turned around and went back to the bathroom. I sat on the toilet and Dh knelt in front of me. I felt the unmistakeable need to push and couldn't stop myself. Then I got off the toilet and knelt in front of the tub again. I heard the mw ask if Dh wanted her to stay on the phone to talk him through and he said no, I can do it. He set the phone aside and washed his hands quickly, because baby was crowning already. I was begging Dh to call 911, to get a paramedic, get anyone to come help. I was so scared! Dh totally calmed me down. He kept his cool completely and described everything to me in an utterly gentle, soft and calm voice. He said "Push gently, I see eyes. Okay now, there is the nose. Push, but not too fast so you don't tear. Good, you're doing great. There's the mouth and chin and..." whoosh there was everything else. Less than four full pushes and baby was out. I absolutely needed that calm grounding strength and guidance from Dh. It was his tone I heard, not so much the words that meant anything. I said, "Is she okay?" and he answered, "She's fine. HE's fine!" A son, not the daughter everyone was so sure we were expecting.
The mw arrived about five minutes later to find me cradling the baby while crouching on the bathroom floor and Dh trying to help me wrap him in a towel to keep him warm. He looked SO tiny to me, I thought for sure he must be barely six pounds. The mw helped me get in to bed as the other two arrived. We waited til the cord stopped pulsing and then cut it and the mw helped me into a good crouching position to birth the placenta. Then we just kind of hung out with our new boy while they did their thing.
Ben took twenty minutes, give or take a few, between water breaking and birth.
He weighed 8lbs 2oz, not even close to the tiny baby I thought he was. His health stats were all perfect. Lungs were a bit junky, but in a fast birth that's pretty normal. The mws left at about 5 and I took a nap with Ben. At about 6 we noticed that he was breathing rapidly... and that's when things started to get sucky.
By 9 he was showing all of the signs of respiratory distress - rapid breathing {87 breaths in one minute was the count that sent us to the ER}, nostrils flaring, grunting, retracting and fever. We went to the ER and at some point during the 18 minute drive his coloring turned dusky. His O2 sat was 74 when we got to the ER. They rushed him in for oxygen and then took us up to NICU, which is where we have been since.
He has pneumonia in his lower left lung, caused most likely by fluid retained during delivery {too fast to be squeezed out} and a naturally occurring bacteria present at birth, unknown which one. His health is great otherwise. He has been off oxygen since yesterday morning and off the IV fluids since yesterday evening. He's nursing well and if he didn't have pneumonia he would be perfectly healthy. His lungs sound clear, he has no fever - he's just the picture of newborn health, except for the IV heplock in his hand and the monitor wires coming from everywhere. We'll be here in the NICU until Wednesday, when his 7 day antibiotic course is done. It sucks royally, but I'm trying to be grateful that he is recovering so well.
Being in the NICU was not even close to in our plans. This week was supposed to be spent at home in bed with him, snuggled up skin to skin. We're doing as much skin to skin as we can here at the NICU. Luckily he has a private room and they're very family friendly here, so I haven't had to leave Ben's side since he was admitted. I have a laptop here which I borrowed, and this post took me nearly four hours to type off and on, between nursing and changing and snuggling. I miss my kids, I miss my husband, I miss my home and I'm kind of still in shock over how fast everything went. But Ben is going to be okay, and that's the important thing.
I am so glad that we had planned a homebirth. There was never a point, until a few minutes after my water broke, when I would have said, yes this is labor, let's go to the hospital now. After my water broke it took only about 20 minutes for Ben to be born. Had we left for the hospital immediately when my water broke we would have just been pulling in to the parking lot when he was born. He would have been born in the car, instead of in our bathroom. We were prepared at home with all of the birth supplies and with professional help on the way for assessing him and me. Instead of being rushed and all of the chaos of the hospital we had a few hours of peaceful relaxation at home for him to start his life. Since we wound up here so soon, I am very grateful for those quiet few hours of peaceful bonding we got to enjoy.
And that is the story of how my dramatic little man came in to the world and has kept us up on our toes ever since!
Benjamin Patrick Cole was born at roughly 1:25ish PM on Wednesday, June 24th. He was born into his Daddy's hands after a wild 25 minutes of hard labor and four pushes - five minutes before the first midwife could arrive! We planned for a homebirth, not a UC, but that's what we wound up having. Dh was awesome. He was a total rock star and kept me calm, talking me through every step and push, describing everything to me in this totally calm and collected voice which kept me from freaking out. I was telling him to call 911 right now and get a paramedic here, anyone who knew what they were doing and he talked me down, talked me through the quick pushes and then caught Ben like a pro. He totally must have been a midwife in a past life.
So, Tuesday morning I had an appt. with the mw. We talked about me being post dates and talked about scheduling a NST and BPP for the following Monday, with the hope that it wouldn't be needed. We were planning a homebirth and I very badly wanted to avoid the hospital. We talked a little about the birth, mentioned again that Dh wanted to catch the baby and asked if there was anything he needed to know about that. She said not really, that they would talk him through it and show him what was needed when the time came. She asked if we had any questions about what to do if baby came before the mw could get there and I totally blew that off, making a joke about how "I don't have precipitous labors - my babies like to take their sweet time coming out in to the world!"
After the appt. Dh and I spent the day together. It was the 13th anniversary of the day we started dating, so we did some walking around Hawthorne [a neat little district of small shops in Portland] and then went out to lunch, did some shopping, ran a couple of errands. Right up until when we left the restaurant I was feeling fine and kept saying that if it weren't for my blood pressure issues I would be perfectly happy staying pregnant for several more weeks. I was just not feeling at all in a hurry for baby. As we were leaving the restaurant Dh said he could see this total transition in my face. I felt a full shift and at that moment just felt DONE. I said, hey I think I just crossed the threshold between "content to be pregnant" and "ready to be done"
We went home after our errands and just hung out around the house with the kids. I couldn't sleep very well that night and didn't go to bed til around 2am. All night long I kept waking up from tiny little stretches of sleep either due to contractions or my 3 year old who kept waking up crying that her legs hurt. By 5:30am I gave up trying to sleep and realized I had been having contractions all night. Intense, but irregular. I woke up Dh and said, hey maybe today will be a baby day! Our 3 year old got out of bed at 6am and a few minutes later I went to the bathroom and saw a little bit of mucous plug. Tot was getting noisy and I didn't want her to wake her siblings so Dh and I took her for a walk around the neighborhood {my mom has been staying with us for a while so she was there with the older kids}. Before we left I did some light housework, started a loaf of bread in the bread machine and a roast in the crock pot. At about 7 I called the mw to let her know we had some signs of very early labor, but that the ctx were not even close to anything regular or timeable and that we wouldn't have baby before nightfall or the next morning most likely.
We got back home around 8 and I laid down for a little bit with Tot. CTX pretty much stopped. I got up and folded a bunch of laundry, hanging shirts on hangers, etc. Just generally tidying up. I had a couple of ctx - intense, but not regular - while folding and decided to take a hot bath to chill them out a little. I was sure that the intense pain was doing no good at all and was tired of dealing with pointless pain. MW called back to check in while I was in the tub and I reassured her that there was still many hours til baby would be there. I got out of the tub and decided to get on the computer for a bit to kill some time. The hot water had worked to stop the ctx and I wanted a distraction. I posted to some friends here that Dh was getting on my nerves by watching Friends dvds and reiterated that there would be many hours until baby was born. As I hit post I heard the pop and felt a big gush. My poor computer chair! I picked up the phone from right by my arm and called the mw to let her know that my water broke, but no ctx so there was still hours until baby probably.
I stood up and turned around to clean the computer chair. Instead I leaned over the back of the computer chair, because an intense contraction hit hard. Then another within two minutes. And another within two minutes. Called the mw back and told her she might want to come over soon as they were coming faster and harder now. I told Dh to fill the birth pool and my mom to take our kids downstairs to their play room. Went to the bathroom to change my pants. By the time I got across the living room in to the bathroom the ctx were coming fast and hard with barely any time between them. I called the mw again and told her to leave now, and hurry. Hung up and immediately called her back and said that if she weren't there fast she wouldn't make it in time. I don't have any idea what she might have responded as I hung up the phone and tossed it away. At this point I was kneeling and leaning over the bathtub edge, begging baby to please, please just wait for the mw! I called to Dh that I was feeling like I had to push and he asked if I wanted to get in the pool while he called the mw for instructions. I said I would try and stood. Walking to the pool gave me a few seconds ctx relief. I put one foot in, turned around and went back to the bathroom. I sat on the toilet and Dh knelt in front of me. I felt the unmistakeable need to push and couldn't stop myself. Then I got off the toilet and knelt in front of the tub again. I heard the mw ask if Dh wanted her to stay on the phone to talk him through and he said no, I can do it. He set the phone aside and washed his hands quickly, because baby was crowning already. I was begging Dh to call 911, to get a paramedic, get anyone to come help. I was so scared! Dh totally calmed me down. He kept his cool completely and described everything to me in an utterly gentle, soft and calm voice. He said "Push gently, I see eyes. Okay now, there is the nose. Push, but not too fast so you don't tear. Good, you're doing great. There's the mouth and chin and..." whoosh there was everything else. Less than four full pushes and baby was out. I absolutely needed that calm grounding strength and guidance from Dh. It was his tone I heard, not so much the words that meant anything. I said, "Is she okay?" and he answered, "She's fine. HE's fine!" A son, not the daughter everyone was so sure we were expecting.
The mw arrived about five minutes later to find me cradling the baby while crouching on the bathroom floor and Dh trying to help me wrap him in a towel to keep him warm. He looked SO tiny to me, I thought for sure he must be barely six pounds. The mw helped me get in to bed as the other two arrived. We waited til the cord stopped pulsing and then cut it and the mw helped me into a good crouching position to birth the placenta. Then we just kind of hung out with our new boy while they did their thing.
Ben took twenty minutes, give or take a few, between water breaking and birth.
He weighed 8lbs 2oz, not even close to the tiny baby I thought he was. His health stats were all perfect. Lungs were a bit junky, but in a fast birth that's pretty normal. The mws left at about 5 and I took a nap with Ben. At about 6 we noticed that he was breathing rapidly... and that's when things started to get sucky.
By 9 he was showing all of the signs of respiratory distress - rapid breathing {87 breaths in one minute was the count that sent us to the ER}, nostrils flaring, grunting, retracting and fever. We went to the ER and at some point during the 18 minute drive his coloring turned dusky. His O2 sat was 74 when we got to the ER. They rushed him in for oxygen and then took us up to NICU, which is where we have been since.
He has pneumonia in his lower left lung, caused most likely by fluid retained during delivery {too fast to be squeezed out} and a naturally occurring bacteria present at birth, unknown which one. His health is great otherwise. He has been off oxygen since yesterday morning and off the IV fluids since yesterday evening. He's nursing well and if he didn't have pneumonia he would be perfectly healthy. His lungs sound clear, he has no fever - he's just the picture of newborn health, except for the IV heplock in his hand and the monitor wires coming from everywhere. We'll be here in the NICU until Wednesday, when his 7 day antibiotic course is done. It sucks royally, but I'm trying to be grateful that he is recovering so well.
Being in the NICU was not even close to in our plans. This week was supposed to be spent at home in bed with him, snuggled up skin to skin. We're doing as much skin to skin as we can here at the NICU. Luckily he has a private room and they're very family friendly here, so I haven't had to leave Ben's side since he was admitted. I have a laptop here which I borrowed, and this post took me nearly four hours to type off and on, between nursing and changing and snuggling. I miss my kids, I miss my husband, I miss my home and I'm kind of still in shock over how fast everything went. But Ben is going to be okay, and that's the important thing.
I am so glad that we had planned a homebirth. There was never a point, until a few minutes after my water broke, when I would have said, yes this is labor, let's go to the hospital now. After my water broke it took only about 20 minutes for Ben to be born. Had we left for the hospital immediately when my water broke we would have just been pulling in to the parking lot when he was born. He would have been born in the car, instead of in our bathroom. We were prepared at home with all of the birth supplies and with professional help on the way for assessing him and me. Instead of being rushed and all of the chaos of the hospital we had a few hours of peaceful relaxation at home for him to start his life. Since we wound up here so soon, I am very grateful for those quiet few hours of peaceful bonding we got to enjoy.
And that is the story of how my dramatic little man came in to the world and has kept us up on our toes ever since!