This is a story that is about 3 years old... it is the story of my niece, Temple Jade, being born into the world. But this story is different, because this story is told by her Daddy. My brother-in-law Andrew wrote it out to share his perspective. It is beautiful and captivating. This is his story...
I
have now experienced a day that will forever be branded in my mind. I
wanted to tell the story of yesterday from my perspective so that
everyone would have the opportunity to see it through my eyes... I
especially wanted to write this for those that are worried about the day
of delivery. It's a short (well, maybe not SUPER short) story to help
you get inside the mind of a man who has seen the birth of his child
from start to finish and lived to tell about it.
We
went to bed half past midnight on Friday, after watching an episode of
'Biggest Loser' on our MacBook in bed. Feeling tired yet expectant, I
went to bed with a final thought of 'This will probably be the last good
night's sleep I will have in a looong time'.
One hour goes by, I am sound asleep.
Tap Tap... on my shoulder. Emily says 'Grab the stopwatch, I'm having really strong contractions'.
A
weary-eyed Andrew shuffles around in the dark. Found it! Back in bed
and going in and out of sleep. Tap Tap... 'Are you awake'? 'Huh?
Yeah! Yeah, I'm up' I lied... Alright, better start getting serious or
I'm gonna get yelled at. I time a couple contractions that are a few
minutes apart. This is a good sign. Emily has had strong contractions
before, but this is different... I am more aware as the contractions
keep coming, never farther than six minutes apart. We get up and light
some candles, put some relaxing music on, I put the tea pot on the stove
and Emily starts pacing the apartment.
'Another one's coming' says Emily.
She's
slowing her walk, using the wall for support as she is focused on
relaxing through the growing pain. The pain comes and then goes like
climbing a mountain and coming down the other side. Done... She's
pacing again and calm. We are both up and completely awake by now, it's
2am and we are both getting ready for a long day.
I
am having a baby today! It dawns on my that after nine months of
waiting and waiting to get to meet my little girl, she is actually on
her way TODAY. A lot goes through my mind. ' Am I worried? Scared? How
do I feel?' But I knew I was not scared at all... I am excited and
completely confident that we have prepared for this day and we will do
what we practiced.
'Here
comes another one... uuhh uhhhh.' Emily is starting to have some
really intense contractions. She isn't able to talk through them,
instead she is quiet, slightly moaning, breathing heavy and focused.
Mama
Thatcher is my seasoned helper and I have been texting her to let her
know that we are starting early labor, but not yet ready for her to come
over. It isn't long before Emily is getting into late first stage
labor and it's getting close to the time for us to leave.
I send the text 'I think we are ready for you.' She replies 'You bet. On my way!'
Mom
arrives towards the end of a heavy contraction. We hear her come in
but we are focused on the task at hand so there aren't any formal hugs
and hello's, this is business.
At
this point, the sun is well on it's way, I look at the clock to see it
is 5:45am and that an astounding 4 hours has gone by!... It felt more
like a half hour, MAYBE. Time flies when you're having babies. Mom's
arrival was a huge blessing; Em has always found comfort knowing her mom
is there for her, and I get some well deserved R&R... hey, I'm not
delivering the baby from my uterus, but I'm still working along side of
my wife :) Papa Thatcher arrives, Em goes into another contraction, he
asks where the stopwatch is, mom says 'Andy's got it. Where is he?'
Eyes closed, sprawled on the couch, rhythmic breathing. Heaven is a place called sleepy time.
I
wake up to a sun filled room and my wife leaning over the bar stool on a
cushion, laboring through a contraction. 'How long have I been out
for, 2 hours?' Actually only about twenty minutes. It's all I needed, I
am refreshed and ready to go another leg. I jump back in and assume my
role as coach, helping Emily to relax through the contractions. She
handles them with deep moans of pain, but still acting like a pro...
most people probably would never have known this was her first.
Contractions
are about 3-4 minutes apart, Emily is now in deep concentration, no
joking, no light heartedness, game face on and she’s playing for
keeps... it's time to head out, she's almost ready. Dad has already
left for work, mom helps me get everything into the car, along with my
laboring wife... and I must say, she has a kind of beauty while laboring
that I have not seen before, a feeling of such love swells within my
heart as she struggles through the pain for our little girl.
Changing
scenery always changes the consistency of the contractions... mom
drives while I sit with Em in the back, working through the building
pain 'Just relax baby. Relaax. Almost there, it's half way over. We are
over the peak, it's coming down. There you go, you're doing sooo good,
sweetheart. The more pain, the closer we are.'
'I
can't do this. It hurts so bad.' She is looking at me with pleading
eyes. My heart breaks, I fight tears, but I know better than to give
in, she needs me to be strong. 'Yes you can, baby. You're doing so well!
Soon we will have Temple here in our arms, you'll finally get to hold
her. You can do this!' Her mind then re-focused. My wife was amazing
through it; suffering yet sturdy.
We
arrive at St. Joseph’s Hospital, park, get the stuff, and head up to
triage. There's a hilarious kindred-natured checking guy that I joke
with about throw up and other random topics while I sign us in and mom
and Em head back to get settled. We are there for a short while, and we
then get moved to our delivery room; a small and sterile yet pleasant
enough room overlooking the Phoenix valley. We get to meet our Midwife,
Tanya, whom we had yet to meet whom we have heard from friends is just
amazing. My first impression is that although she is not overly
expressive, there is something so warming about her that you can't quite
put your finger on.
The
nurses have come in to do their thing... we are wanting a natural
birth, so we are somewhat apprehensive with the nurses who tend to have a
less natural approach to labor. They prod and poke and pull and move
without much warmth, all routine with them... Em handles it well though,
and I make a goal to connect with our birthing team as there needs to
be as little tension there as possible.
The nurses hook up the monitor.
Tanya
comes in and takes off the monitor. 'I'm sorry, these nurses have no
idea what natural childbirth is around here.' It is somewhat of an
ongoing battle with the staff, Tanya shows her frustration a bit, but
she is still professional about it... we are her patients after all, and
she is going to take care of us no matter what.
She
is laying on her side, and the contractions are worse than ever. She
is in so much pain it is hard to watch. 'I'm cold, I want to be in the
shower.' Thumbs up from the birthing team, so we head to the bathroom
and I help Em as she starts laboring in the shower. At this point I have
let Mama Thatcher take over for a bit. I have not eaten in a few hours
and I need to replace my energy. Who knew that having a baby would make
me forget about one of my favorite loves... fooood :)
Aubrey
has arrived and we are chatting about everything while I take my
breather. I am surprisingly still calm and collected even though I am
about to become a father and I am going off of an hour of sleep over the
past 35 hours. If you know me like some of you know me (Bobby, James,
Ryan, anyone who has spent a lot of time with me), you know I LOVE my
sleep. I mean LOVE... my sleep. Well I am doing well so far, so I just
keep going. We are getting so close anyways so adrenaline has been
MORE than just a help, it's a lifeline at this point.
More
people show up, but they are all down stairs waiting patiently in the
room with the chairs and TV showing old, overplayed movies. My mom has
arrived and she is staying in the labor room for the long haul... she
isn't missing this for the world!
As
the contractions ware on, with Emily in a lot of pain and very focused,
we all stand by and do what little we could. Tanya is standing and
watching too. 'Is this fun for you?' Mama Thatcher asks with a smile.
Tanya says warmly 'Yes, it is. It isn't very often that I get to see
champions.' I have never been so proud of my wife up to that moment.
Emily
is starting to shake. She is starting to have some serious doubts, she
asks if an epidural would help save some time, she has a bit of liquid
and throws it up. 'I can't do this, it hurts so bad' she pleads with us.
'Yes you can, hun, you are stronger than you know' Mama Thatcher says.
'You are doing so good Em' says Aubrey.
I
have learned about this part, these are clear signs of transition. I
know this is the hardest part of labor, I have been waiting for this to
come since the moment I woke up with a TAP TAP on my shoulder at 1:45am
in the morning.
'Babe,
you are going through transition. This is awesome! You know that this
is the shortest part of labor, we are almost there! Our little girl is
almost here!' I say enthusiastically.
'How much longer will it be?'
'It's one contraction at a time.' responds Tanya (I was so impressed with the wisdom of her response.)
Like
a shifting wind, Emily gets a big boost of confidence; she no longer
thinks about the pain, the suffering, how long she has been in labor... A
look of absolute confidence takes over her demeanor. 'I can do this'
she says. 'I can do this.' THATS MY GIRL!!!
Emily
moves to her hands and knees to labor, this is a much more comfortable
position for her. she is starting to get the urge to push!
OH MY GOD... THIS IS IT.
A
big contraction, she is slightly pushing. 'I just felt my water break'
Emily says calmly... no hysteria, just matter of fact as if she was
saying 'The sky is sure cloudy today'.
She
goes through a couple contractions and handles them like a champ.
Tanya is trying to find the baby’s heartbeat with the monitor but is
having a hard time... mom and baby's heartbeats are both around 130.
'You're heartbeat is waaay too fast. You need to slow your breathing' says Tanya.
I get nervous... thoughts of losing my wife to a heart attack surface. I shut them down immediately. No time for that.
I
coach Emily 'Relax your breathing babe, take slow steady breaths'.
Hand on her chest, I guide her breaths, she slows down and calms,
breathing through her nose and making an 'O' with her lips as she
breathes out. Afterwards, we all comment on how her lips looked so
beautiful while she was laboring; the things you notice at the most
random times. :)
'Alright
babe, this next contraction, two breaths, hold the last, tuck your chin
down, and push to the point of comfort.' She does as such, and the
baby coming becomes more and more clear.
At
this point, there is no thought of modesty. A room full of people
looking at her naked lower half and she gives no thought to shame, there
is no shame in this moment, only determination and insanely hard work
for a prize worth more than anything imaginable.
Here comes another one... Em takes a couple breaths, tucks her chin and pushes.
A couple more and I can see something... Is that?... Is... that what I think it is?!
'Oh
my God, she's crowning!' A thought goes through my head... I always
thought that I would not watch this part. It was too much for me to
handle, even the idea gave me that feeling where you have to twitch your
body and audibly say 'ugh!' Well, after our 3 months of birthing
classes, having seen about 30 or so videos of births, I was not phased
one bit... In fact, I was witnessing one of the most amazing experiences
of my life. I cannot explain the joy at that moment when I started to
see my little girl's head crowning. I was tearing up, I was encouraging
my wonderful bride and urging her on, I was thinking how odd and pointy
her head was not understanding how it would ever be round afterwards...
all at the same time :)
Another
contraction.... Another push. The baby's head moves a little forward,
then a little back. Again and again, for about half an hour we did this
cycle. 'This is it babe! You are doing so good! She's almost here!
She's almost here!' I was beside myself, nothing can compare to this
moment. Nothing.
'I
just saw some skin!' Aubrey saw something that was more than just
hair... oh yeah, my little girl (we realize) has a full head of dark
brown hair! :)
Another
push, her head comes out and looks to the right! 'OH MY GOD, BABE!
THAT'S HER HEAD, ITS ALL THE WAY OUT. HER HEAD IS OUT!' is what I said
probably over a dozen times like a message on repeat.
Then
comes oblivion... a push, there's an entire arm, her body came all the
way out, she is HUGE and long, Tanya has her, or is it someone else, I
don't know, there's the cord it’s twisty, lots of noise, everyone's
yelling, I am crying I think, we put her on Emily's chest, her crying
little face is crinkly and odd looking, I can't focus, I just keep
saying 'My baby, my love, she's here, my love, she's here, my sweet, my
God, she's here, look how beautiful, my God, look at our baby.' It's a
blur... a good one.
I
cut the cord, Em birth's the placenta. 'Wow, your placenta has a really
nice color' says Tanya. 'Ummm.... okay' I laugh' it must be a medical
thing.' I was not grossed out by any of it, not even a bit.
There
are other details, I'll leave them out. Em tore a bit, had to get some
stitches, this was very painful 'It's okay, it's okay, we have our baby'
I say with pure joy in my eyes. 'Yeah, you're right. Yeah' she returns
as she blanches momentarily with the pain of the stitching but with a
joy on her face these eyes have never seen... Oh how deep a mother can
dig to find the strength to do something so unthinkable and to get to
the end, just to find her true love, her child, her life's greatest
gift, on the other side.
The rest is history.....
I
had a lot of unanswered questions before we had our little Temple Jade
Fleming. Would I 'feel' love for her right away? Would I cry when she
was born? Would I stay alert for the entire delivery and labor process?
I wrote all this so that you could see how a father looks at his
daughter and what he thinks and feels towards her. I love her with a
love that I have never felt nor dreamed of... It is a love that feels so
pure and selfless, that I would do any good thing for her and that I am
a better man now that she exists. All I want to do is look at her,
whether she sleeps or stares at me with those deep dark blue eyes,
gazing at me like she is trying to figure out who I am. I look into her
face and am captivated by how precious she is, how precious she is to
me. I laugh randomly throughout the day, I think of her and thank Jesus
for blessing me.
OMG! I cant read your blog and be pregnant at the same time LOL I LOVED this!!
ReplyDeleteI adore this post!!!!!!! I have been under the weather since 3 days postpartum. I thought labor was hard, but breastfeeding has been really hard for me. And each day I face a new defeat it seems. After reading this, I felt comforted and at peace. Everything will be ok (: Thank you for this sweet post Andrew and Aubrey!
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