It's on! - Sharing our Birth Stories
I was snuggling 3 and half month old Jack this morning and thinking about the wild day that was his "birth" day. I love birth stories because they are the powerful end of one story and the beginning of another. Although, I am moved daily in extreme ways by our kids (some wonderful and some frustrating), I find that there are very few moments in life that pack as much love, pain, drama, anticipation, joy, fear than giving birth. So, in the spirit of sharing, I thought I would share Jack's story as told by my husband (this was an email we sent out to friends and fam after Jack was born - it's a bit long, but most people enjoyed it)...
"Yesterday Monica and I brought home the second (and presumably last) installment in the Colby clan... Jack Stratford Colby was born at 8:52pm on August 24th weighing 7lbs 7oz and stretching out to 19 3/4 inches. Once again I have been reminded of the awesome might of the female of the species. Monica was incredible and umm well, let's just get to the details... First, just let me say to those that had know idea Monica was even pregnant... I'm sorry for not keeping you in the loop. We aren't living on a commune in Oregon, just the burbs in Beaverton and we've got phones and email and all that stuff so there's really no excuse.
Anyway, on to the story... It was a hot and sunny day (yes even in Oregon) and I went to work and Monica headed off to our old neighborhood to pick up rice and beans for Jack's big sister. Good Mexican food is hard to come by and Ella's favorite food comes from a little Taqueria on Alberta Street. About half way to the joint Monica starts feeling the pain. She calls me crying and says she thinks it's on... but she's going to pick up the beanies anyway?! I tell her to call the doctor and then call me back. Meanwhile I'm stuck out on the sales floor trying to outfit some people for a backpacking trip and trying to figure out how I'm going to get my boss back early from Portland so I can leave the store. Luckily he walks in moments later and I head back to the office as I hear a page for me to take a call on line 7... that's the basically the bat phone for those in the know.
It's Monica and she has confirmed with the doctors that it is on! We need, I repeat NEED, to get to the hospital asap.
I hopped in my truck and headed off to meet her at home... Wow, this is getting long... let's see what I can do... okay, so I get home and she's sitting in a chair mid contraction and crying a little bit. Ella's looking a little confused but not so worried that she feels inclined to stop playing with the zippers on the bag Monica has packed. I scoop them all up, grab the camera and we all head off to the hospital...
it's 6:30pm. In the car there is no doubt that it truly is ON! and I'm only slightly worried we are going to have to name him Chevy. After a little traffic and a completely oblivious flagman we make it to the emergency room door. Ella and I run Monica inside and then go park the car. We meet her on the 12th floor and she's hooked up to all the monitors and mid contraction yet again... it's just past 7pm. I have to say, Ella was quite helpful and kept patting her Mom and handing her ice to chew... but it wasn't our plan to have her see "everything" go down.
We called a friend, thank you Erin, who was able to drop everything and pick her up. So Ella ended up having a sleep over with Erin and her daughter Peyton. Okay, so back to the pregnant woman... she has already decided she's got nothing to prove after last time, so bring on the epidural, drugs anything that will make the pain go away. There's just one small problem... it's too late. Sorry babe. They did attempt to give Monica some narcotics to dull the pain, but she ripped out her I.V. almost immediately during a contraction and nobody noticed until afterwards. So, once again it was au naturale.
Needless to say, it progressed quickly from there... she went from 5cm to 10cm dialated in 30 minutes. It layman's terms that means the contractions were gnarly! She screamed, she cursed, she made everyone laugh a couple times and she nearly broke my hand and wrist... but in the end, she pushed out a beautiful baby boy less than 2 hours after arriving at the hospital. We named him Jack after no one in particular, but there are a few we could think of... and Stratford after his grandfather Dave who was helping out from up above. We are all home now and Monica's mom Ginger is here helping out, thank you Ginger. Ella seems to be getting used to the idea of a little brother and has given him a bunch of kisses. And in the very least she's not trying to drag him outside..."
That's it! Big sister Ella's birth was about as quick and just as great?!?! If you have a crazy and/or beautiful you'd like to share - let's hear it!