I do love a good birth story, but I never thought that Vivi’s had enough substance to share…because it seemed to go at lightening speed! Now that she is turning 2 today (Happy birthday, sweet girl!) and her sister will be making her debut this fall, maybe it’s about time to put this story into words.
Baby #1 was due June 6, 2016. At this point, I didn’t know if our bundle of joy was a boy or girl, though her father did. Matt actually did a really good job of keeping the secret, mainly because I was the only one who knew that he knew the gender.
Being a first time Momma, I wasn’t expecting an on-time arrival but I sure was ready to be done being pregnant. The summer was just starting to get warm and I was past the point of being “cute” pregnant, though I’m not really sure that I ever was…I am not a cute little baby bump pregnant woman…I get pregnant EVERYWHERE.
June 4th was a Saturday and the weekend started out normally. Matt went golfing in the morning and I was having a grumpy day for some reason or another. That afternoon and evening we had a beach day outing with our Catholic Young Adult group which, besides my intense waddling and breathlessness, went pretty well. It was an overall enjoyable day, especially because it involved a Black Raspberry shake from Sara’s!
And then we went to bed. Well, to be more accurate, I probably went to bed around 8:30pm and Matt followed a couple hours later. I slept pretty well until about 5am or so and then my stomach was killing me. I had been having contractions off and on for the past couple weeks, but this was definitely different. I assumed I had eaten something that was making my stomach upset and didn’t give it a second thought, until it wouldn’t go away. Looking back, some of the baby books tell you that your body likes to “empty itself” before the baby comes and that is exactly what was happening.
I didn’t want to wake Matt up so I waited till he started rustling on his own and told him what was happening. He wasn’t entirely convinced it was anything either, his stomach had been a little upset as well. But after talking it over for a couple minutes and timing some contractions, we decided better safe than sorry and startedgathering things to go to the hospital. Looking back, one of the moments I’m most grateful for is Matt convincing me to take a shower before we left…just in case.
The whole way to the hospital I was bracing myself to be embarrassingly told to go home because it was nothing. It was a story I had heard over and over again from first time moms and I was just expecting it was a right of passage. But when we talked to the triage nurse at the Women’s hospital, there was no indication I was going anywhere. And, before I knew it, there was a hospital bracelet on my arm and I was being wheeled to a room around 8am on Sunday, June 5th, wondering if we would have time to make it to Mass after they decided I really wasn’t ready.
We never made it to Mass and this is where the speed really picks up. I got changed into my overly fabulous hospital gown and asked about how we felt about pain meds. We never really made a definitive choice before this point, though we had talked about it and waited a couple more contractions before I VERY SINCERELY asked for the epidural. In the moments waiting up for epidural, I do remember hiding in the bathroom because the pain was so bad and I wanted to stand even though everyone kept insisting that I should lay down and get ready for the needle.
The anesthesiologist arrived not long after that and everything with the epidural went routinely. Praise Jesus for modern medicine! After that, I was able to rest for a while and nodded off to sleep a couple times.
But then, and my husband will still tease me every time I bring this up, the worst part of the whole day happened. Apparently, my blood pressure spiked a little bit to the point where the nurses were worried and they made me lay on my left side. I know, I know that sounds completely innocent, but being in labor and trying to balance my giant whale-size pregnant body on one side was the least comfortable thing I have ever experienced! I’m still haunted.
I stayed on my side till I was very sure I needed to push, though no one believed me. In fact, my doctor had gone to get something to eat and the nurses kept telling me I was fine. I insisted a little more until a nurse finally checked, and confirmed, that it was go time, much quicker than anyone had imagined. In fact, most of the nurses were amazed at how quickly the process was happening for a first timer like me. Naturally, I assumed I could now lay on my back like a normal person but no, the side laying, and now pushing, torture continued.
There was a blur of yelling and crying and finally being able to lay on my back while clutching Matt’s hand and then…there was a baby girl. A beautiful, little baby girl laying in my arms who proceeded to empty herself all over me. But I didn’t care. Vivianne was here and she was perfect. And she wanted to be here in the fastest way possible. AT 12:16pm on Sunday, June 5th, we became a family of 3.
I needed some repair work due to the speed with which my firstborn barreled into the world, so Matt and Vivi got some special bonding time while I was in the OR. I honestly think that is why they have such a strong bond to this day.
We were then moved to another suite to rest and start this new part of our family life together. Lots of visitors and well wishes followed while we were in the hospital the next 2 days, learning all the things about parenthood that don’t make sense until you are in the moment including Matt’s first diaper change and breastfeeding lessons for me. It was hard and beautiful, long and short all at the same time.
And now, two years later, it’s hard to even remember what having a newborn is like, though I imagine we will pick it up well when our Gia is here. The first labor went so fast (no complaints here, though) that I seemed to forget all the things I read and the experiences I wanted to have and the prayers I wanted to pray. But that didn’t make this day any less special or beautiful. Maybe I’ll remember a Hail Mary or two the next time around or maybe it will be quicker. Either way, I am grateful for the experience of Vivianne’s birth and even more thankful for the little girl that was the result of that fast-paced day.
Happy birthday, Vivi. Momma loves you so very much.