It has been a while! But it has been for good reason.
On June 16, we welcomed our fourth son! It has been a crazy ride ever since.
My mom and sister were here from the beginning of June to help out and only left last week, which was incredible. My kids were so glad to have them around, and not just because they brought water balloons. I was thrilled because they entertained the boys and gave me the chance to rest.
Shall we jump straight into a brief birth story? I think so… mostly for my recollection, but also because I love reading and hearing them. I promise to spare the gory details.
I’d been having contractions all week, which wasn’t unusual, but I could tell they weren’t productive either, so I ignored them mostly. By my appointment on Wednesday, I knew they weren’t going to let me go much longer and had scheduled an induction for Friday. I was not particularly excited and was hoping for spontaneous labor, as Judah and Paulie were both induced and I went into spontaneous labor with Milo. (Trying for 50%, ya know?)
Friday morning, I woke up early with intense contractions. Like, stop-what-you’re-doing-and-breath contractions. Woo! It’s go time! So I tried to sleep a little longer, but by 6, I was up for the day. One way or another, I was having a baby that day. I called my doctor to see if I should head in and took a shower. Of course, they called back as soon as I got in, so that was awesome. Showered, packed, and we headed to the hospital.
As soon, and I mean AS SOON, as we arrived, my contractions stopped. It was like 60 to 0 the moment we pulled into a parking spot. Immediate face palming ensued. But, since I was already on the schedule for induction, I got situated in a room and hooked up to monitors/IVs, etc.
I’ll fast forward through the boring, unproductive day. Basically, we sat around with a pitocin drip for hours, punctuated only by walks up and down the corridors. It was so boring. Until I got the epidural and couldn’t walk past the nursery anymore. Then it became downright unbearable.
Finally, things started picking up around 5:30. The contractions, which until that point were mostly covered by the epidural, became so much more intense that I was cursing through them. Holy #*^%!
I don’t remember exactly when, but around 6, I turned to Gordon and informed him that he needed to get the nurse and doctor because it. was. TIME. No sooner had he pushed the button than both my doctor and nurse walked in for another check. I told them I felt the urge to push and my doctor confirmed that I was about to have a baby.
Thirty minutes of pushing resulted in a beautiful baby boy. He was beautiful. And he was blue. They put him on my belly and tried to rub some color into him, but he wasn’t breathing and he wasn’t responding. I was still in a daze so I didn’t realize exactly what was happening, but Gordon did. The nurses whisked baby away to the warmer in the corner to suck the stuff out of his nose and mouth, and try to get him breathing and crying. All I remember was crying and asking about my baby. Gordon was telling me he was ok and keeping me informed of what was happening on the other side of the room, but I couldn’t see it. Time both stood still and flew, and there was a constant blur of activity in my peripheral vision. Finally, I heard the greatest sound ever. A big cry, and a nurse joked that “he’s a breath holder.” I glanced over my shoulder as best I could and he was squirming and pink. They brought him over so I could hold, and cry over, him. I nursed him and ate the first food I’d eaten in 24 hours. The most delicious chicken Caesar salad ever.
And that’s how, at 18:38 on Friday, June 16, 2017, Silas James made his grand entrance. Because none of my kids can make an easy, un-dramatic entrance.