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03-4-2010 - Douglas' Birth Story

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I'd had contractions every evening since December but March 5th they became a little different. I had them every five minutes for about two hours that morning, and started to worry that Douglas could come into the world at any time, and asked my overworked mother if she would come to my house for the weekend. The thought of going into labour alone with five little kids running around was just too scary! The contractions came and went all day every day, sometimes closer, sometimes farther apart, something that is quite normal for a mother with lots of children. The morning of March 16th was a little different, contractions during the wee hours were painful and then they continued throughout the day at a consistent 10 minutes apart, until about 7pm when they decided to confuse me by taking longer breaks of 1/2 hour to 20minutes. I gave up and figured I'd make it to my induction date, and decided to go to bed. Sleep eluded me as the contractions continued and roused me time, after time, after time; telling me that my empty bladder was full and that perhaps this was the day Douglas would come into the world. I timed them hoping that contractions coming less than five minutes apart meant the end was near. When the contractions started to come every three minutes or two minutes or one on top of the other consistently I was pretty sure we were going to have the baby, but by then I was in so much pain I wasn't sure how I was going to rouse my husband or my mother. I waited an hour from the time the contractions were first 5 minutes apart and wrote a little note saying "page Becca" wither her pager number and grabbed the phone. When an hour was up I didn't have much of a break between contractions and so I rudely ordered my husband to "get up", between clenched teeth. Ben paged the midwife and waited until the next break to wake up my mom. My midwife was on her way when my water broke (for the first time) and shot across the room hitting the dresser on the other side like a water bomb. Ben called the ambulance. Three contractions later (and more screaming than I've ever done in my life) with only my mother and husband as attendants, a healthy 8lb 13oz, strapping baby boy came crying into the world! It brought to mind the words a dear friend related to me last week "A woman, when she is in labour, hath sorrow, because her hour is come; but when she hath brought forth the child, she remembereth no more the anguish, for joy that a man is born into the world."

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1 Comments on Douglas' Birth Story


phonics - Saturday, 3 Apr
Wow. That was awesome!