[Pardon the backwards blogging here, but it's stuff that I want to remember but haven't had time to post. Now that Waylon's given us a few nights with slightly longer stretches of sleep, I feel like catching up is within the realm of possibility.]
This post was originally supposed to include Waylon's birth story, but writing that is holding me up, so here is the short version. I have a feeling only I am interested in recording the details of the long version anyway.
Sunday August 7, 2011
1:45 a.m. - sleeping; water breaks at home; no contractions yet.
2:30 a.m. - regular contractions have started; pain increasing.
6:45 a.m. - arrive at hospital.
8:30 a.m. - get in birthing tub to try laboring there.
8:33 a.m.? - get out of awful tub.
9:00 a.m. - get epidural.
11:15 a.m. - midwife returns to check my progress, says, "I see hair!" and announces that I am complete and that the baby is at a plus two station.
11:18 a.m. - after about 1.5 pushes, baby pops out, and they set him on my chest screaming. Joe and I are both in tears. Waylon Albert is born!
Pictures, in something approximating chronological order:
My water has broken. Figured I ought to take one last belly shot. Believe it or not, this is my "good side". Someday I'll show you the stretchmarked side.
I wanted proof that I got in the tub. This photo cracks me up, because it was taken in between contractions, so you'd never know from looking at it that I am in labor dealing with nearly unbearable pain.
Self-portrait after epidural has kicked in.
Expectant father. I love the light in this shot.
Can you tell Joe is tearing up here? It makes the picture that much sweeter to me.
He'd hardly stop talking to him long enough to let the nurse do her job. What a great dad.
Meeting Gran.
Meeting Grandpa Dave.
Meeting Aunt Sara...and Uncle Vake, who's making it official! Congrats to Sara and Vake on their 8/26/11 engagement!
Meeting Nana and Pop Pop.
Meeting Aunt Beth.
Dead tired dad. (In Joe's defense, this picture was taken the next day, after I asked him to trade beds with me. Strangely enough, something about the guest pull-out sofa bed felt better for my back than the hospital bed.)
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7 comments:
The Aqua-Eez did not live up to its name? Somehow that makes me feel better that I didn't miss out on anything by not having a tub during labor
ps. Love the photos all around. Great summary!
pps. Why does Joe look like he is 4 rooms away from you in the darkness / spotlight photo?
love the photos - especially that last belly shot! something about a daddy's first moments with his baby GETS ME EVERY TIME.
These photos are so wonderful and you make for a beautiful pregnant lady! Sounds like this birth was a little bit more smooth than the last one :) I'm curious about the bath - why didn't you last long in there?
Why did you hate the tub? Just wondering. Great photos. Joe is indeed a great dad. You're both great parents.
I too wonder about why you hated the tub. I LOVED IT. And at Swedish Covenant, it's not a birthing tub. It's the bathtub. In the bathroom. Normal size. Definitely not Prentice-swanky. I nearly delivered in there and might have had their been room for a doctor or nurse to get to the babe!
I also love the pictures. Feeling total envy of them and regret that we took so few pictures of Juliet's birth. We blamed it on her being the second, but clearly that excuse does not fly when I see the beautiful pics of baby three!
I LOVE all these photos! I don't know how you managed to snap so many. Well done. And so happy you had a great, fast delivery. Waylon rocked it!
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