9 lbs 7.1 oz
21 inchesI want to write Street's birth story before I forget the details. Friday I woke up and decided enough is enough. I was tired, swollen, and very over the pregnancy. I decided I would do everything in my power to get labor started but ultimately put it in the Lord's hands. Nathan and I had been attending birth classes and I was so determined to have a different birth experience this time around. Not that my other two births disappointed me in anyway and I can't really explain it, I just knew the Lord was doing something new this time.
So back to Friday...I walked Ellery to school that morning and just kept walking. Friday night I sat on an exercise ball doing all sorts of stretches I thought might help. Oh and on Thursday night, I went to see a chiropractor and had a massage.
At 10:30 on Friday night, I mentioned to Nathan that it kind of felt like my water had broken. I couldn't decide and ultimately decided I must have just peed on myself a little (pretty, I know). I decided to go to bed and just see what happened. At about 3:30am, I woke up to some cramping and that's when I knew labor had started. I called my midwife and told her my contractions were about 4-5 minutes apart but not too intense. She didn't want us to wait too long at home because this was my 3rd baby and there was a high possibility he/she could come really fast.
We took our time. Nathan showered, I finished packing us up, I went upstairs and kissed my two lovies, Nathan's mom arrived at our house to stay with the kids, and off we went. My contractions were still close together in the car and never let up, however, I was a little worried I would get to the hospital and it would be false labor or I would still be 1 cm dilated. I was pretty confident my water did break (although it wasn't that big gush you see in the movies) and felt better about waking my midwife up and getting her to the hospital so early on her BIRTHDAY!
We got to our labor and delivery room and waited on midwife Titi to arrive. She checked me and said I was 4-5 cm dilated and about 90% effaced. Phew... some progress. At about 7 am, her shift was over and another midwife Debbie arrived. I somehow always knew Debbie would be the one to deliver this baby. She was the one who gave us the "bad" news about our 20 week ultrasound and she even called me over the weekend to see how I was holding up until I could see the specialist the next week. Our personalities just clicked. My nurse Melissa was also wonderful. I had met her at my non-stress test in the hospital on Tuesday and she requested to be my nurse. The Lord hand-picked these precious ladies.
Debbie, Melissa, and I walked the halls, stopping for each contraction. When Debbie checked me at about 11am, she said I had made a little progress. She didn't think my water had fully broken and said that it would help get things really moving forward. After she broke my water, things got intense. I labored in the bathtub and on the birthing ball, the birthing ball being the best. My mom and sister came in the room to see me and while I was so happy they were there, it was hard. I actually teared up a bit when I saw them.
Debbie checked me again at about 12 pm and said that she thought this baby was not going to come down on his/her own without some help. She guessed that we might have a bigger baby on our hands. She decided to help me out (I will spare you the details) while I pushed a little. This is when I decided enough was enough. I was in so much pain. I wanted her hand out of me and I wanted this baby out. I told her to stop and that I needed a break. She gave me that "break" but what she did worked and I couldn't help but keep pushing. She later told me she saved me hours of labor. Nathan gave me an eye-to-eye pep talk and I realized that the only way to get through this was to push this baby out. I put my hands on the baby's head and at 12:42 pm, Street Michael entered this world. His shoulder got stuck a little and we soon realized why...he weighed 9 lbs, 7.1 oz! Nathan helped deliver him and declared "It's a boy. It's Street" with tears in his eyes. In an instant all the pain and discomfort turned to joy and relief. The baby nurse placed him on my chest, we let his cord pulsate, and he was given Apgars of 8 and 9. He stayed with me for about an hour before the nurse took him to be weighed and examined. Our baby boy was here and he was healthy and he was perfect. He has Price's light hair and maybe eyes and his nose and mouth look like Ellerys. At least that's our opinion as of today.
I am pretty sure I told Nathan I was never doing that again, EVER. He was my biggest supporter...he was incredible throughout it all. I love him even more after experiencing Street's birth together. The Lord has been gracious to us...that is how I have been feeling all weekend. He was gracious to give us the birth experience we had prayed for and so gracious to give us this healthy little guy after such an initial scare. Our "growth restricted baby" was not growth restricted in anyway. Gracious.
This is a long post with lots of run on sentences but I didn't want to forget anything. We are all doing well, just tired. Ellery is thrilled with her new baby brother and even though she had her sights set on a baby girl, she knows that God has given us what we needed. She is helping already and sweetly smothering him. Price just looks at Street and smiles. And when Street cries, Price's lips quiver and he looks like he might burst into tears as well. Brotherly love I guess.