I gave birth on the side of the road....it doesn't even seem real. I feel like I'm telling about a dream I had instead of real life! But I shall try and relay my story!
So, as you know, I'd been sick with morning sickness for 9 months, and had really been hoping for an early delivery. Ainsley's pregnancy was very similar, and I had her nearly 2 weeks early, so I thought this pregnancy would follow suit. But as the 13th came and went, I knew that my hopes for an early delivery were not to be. Looks like I get to learn a lesson in patience and endurance again!
Then, on the 15th, I wake up to contractions! Yeah! Felix will be born today. But as the day progressed, I suddenly realized we were in for more of the waiting game. Contractions were coming strong every 10 minutes....and doing nothing. They didn't get closer, they didn't intensify. They just were there. It was a repeat performance of Ephraim's labor. Ok - That lasted 5 days last time. We'll just have to wait them out.
The morning of the 20th came, and the contractions woke me up...and they were coming harder and faster! Yeah! The time has come!!! We had a Dr. appointment in the morning, so we canceled it. We said we'd be coming in later - labor had finally started to pick up. Ken took the day off of work and we waited....and waited....and waited. Contractions coming steadily every 5 - 7 minutes....and yet...nothing. I finally decide to lay down and they putter out to 15 minutes apart and I can sleep mostly soundly through them. The minute I stand up they are back up to 5 - 7 minutes apart again. Sigh. Ok - not today. I tell Ken to take the rest of the week off. Something in me was terrified to have Ken go anywhere remotely away. I figure, "take the week off - the baby has to come sometime this week, right?" Wrong.
Friday we call the Dr. and let them know what is going on. We schedule an appointment for Monday so that certain family members can calm down. I was CERTAIN Felix was doing fine during this whole ordeal. He was the most active baby I had ever had this late in a pregnancy. We knew going into the Dr. appointment that induction was not going to be an option for us. Well, it would be an option, we just weren't taking it. We had trusted Jesus this far, we just didn't feel led to go and have medicine interfere.
Monday morning came and the contractions were practically non existent. Ken asked what I thought, and I told him that it felt like the calm before the storm.
They did the stress test and all the Dr. really had to say was "hmmm...VERY active baby. I think it should be any day now." Felix was in the right position, VERY low, I was dilated some what. We just continued to wait on the Lord's timing fir Felix's arrival and be patient.
By Monday night, the contractions had started up yet again, but this had been the normal for so long that we didn't want to get our hopes up. We went to bed, and I slept through most of the contractions again - but I noticed that they didn't slow down this time. They didn't pick up speed or intensity either.
Tuesday morning started off like all the rest of my labor days. 5 - 7 minutes apart, same intensity, but I was fairly certain that this was it. We had an ultrasound appointment at 1:30. I didn't want to drive all the way up to the city, come back home and have to go back up again to deliver, so at 10:00 we canceled the appointment, called my neighbor to give her the heads up (she was watching the kids for us) and told the kids they had the day off from school.
Around 11 or so, I decided that if I was going to get a shower today, it had better be now, so I took a nice hot shower. I started to have waves of nausea in the shower, not unusual for me, so I asked Ken to make me some lunch.
As I am getting dried off, I'm hollering out when I'm having a contraction so my sister can keep track of it. (My sister, Vicki, had come up at the end of March to help out around the house and be here for the birth. She was such a Godsend! I don't know how I would have done anything without her here!) I have one contraction and then another crazily close together. "Really?? 3 minutes apart..."Vicki tells me. Probably from the shower - no big deal. I tell Vicki to make the kids lunch and send them over to the neighbors house after they finish. While I'm eating my lunch, the contractions suddenly pick up intensity. I tell Ken to hurry the kids up and get them out the door. We need to go soon. It's about 12 at this point, and the first time I had any thought of "it's time to head to the hospital now".
Our neighbors come over to pray over and anoint me before we head out the door. I make one last bathroom run and as I go to head out the door another contraction hits and hits hard. I suddenly think, "Should I be going??" I wasn't so sure. But Ken and Vicki were hurrying me along, so into the car I went. We didn't even get out of the driveway before another contraction hit. I screamed for them to stop the car. We have a gravel driveway and the rocking of the car on the gravel while enduring the contraction was a bit much. The contraction stops, on we go and I as I take one last look at the house I thought, "Oh....I forgot a garbage bag and towels to sit on in case my water breaks in the car....should I tell them to turn around for it....nah." So on we drive. As we head out of town, a contraction rocks my body and I yell at them to pull the car over, turn around and head home. I was suddenly pushing. Ken looks at me and asks, "Seriously??" but by that time the contraction had stopped. I started praying out loud for wisdom on what to do. Ken heard and said "If you are not sure, then you are going to the hospital." And on we drove.
About 4 minutes later, I was very aware that my contractions were 1 minute long and 1 minute apart. Hmmm...not a good sign. We hit the turn for the highway and I very matter-of-factly realized that we aren't making it to the hospital and we weren't making it back to the house. The peace of Jesus was with me because I wasn't nervous, scared or anything. It was what it was and Jesus had the whole situation.
And suddenly there was another contraction, I had the urge to push and I could feel his little head going down the canal. I yelled out something to the effect of "I'm PUSHING!!!" Ken said something along the lines of "well, don't". Lol -yeah, like that works. The contraction ended and Ken asked what he should do. I said, "Well, my water hasn't broke, so he can't be born yet." Not 15 seconds later is another contraction, and my water breaks and his little head hits the seat of the car. I lift my self off of the seat and scream "PULL OVER!!!!!!! My water broke and he's here." Vicki in the back seat is rubbing my shoulder and assumes I jump up because my water broke and it feels gross. Ken tells Vicki to call 911, pulls over to the shoulder, but doesn't really stop. He looks over at me questioningly and says, "Seriously??" To which I so sweetly reply "STOP THE FR.....(grumble grumble Jesus help me control my tongue) CAR!!!!" He stops, and I hear Vicki reply to the 911 operators question of "911 what's your emergency?" "Having ....a baby??" and then she hands the phone over to Ken. Vicki jumps out of the car, opens my door and I tell her to get my seat belt off. I'm trying not to push but I can feel he is here. As Vicki gets my seat belt off, she asks, "Do you need to stand through a contraction or something?" I answer by standing up and saying "Pull my pants down and catch!!!" She gives me this quizzical look, but obeys. In Vicki's words, "I pulled down your pants expecting to see your privates, but instead I thought...Oh! That's not supposed to be there!!!" Vicki Put her hands on the top of Felix's head, I sat down and gave a push while Vicki caught Felix's head and yelled out a very coherent "KEN!!! HEAD!!! HE'S HERE!!!" Ken made a mad dash around the other side of the car and took over. One final push and Felix landed in his Papa's arms on mile marker 58.2!
We had about a 10 - 15 minute wait for the ambulance to arrive - so those first few minutes were just the 4 of us. No running around and whisking him away from me and giving him this shot and that medicine. Even though we were on the side of the highway - it was the best birth experience I've had yet. It was so wonderful to just be there with my little boy and not have cray amounts of people buzzing around me. So at 12:42 Little Felix Matthew entered the world - less than an hour from the first time I realized that we needed to head to the hospital!
In the ambulance:
Aunt Vicki aka head catcher (who gave the shirt off her back to wrap Felix in!)
The kids meeting Felix for the first time:
Proud Papa:
Little Felix