As we watched Ollie’s due date come and go I found myself at the doctor’s office at one day over 41 weeks. Ollies due date was April 8 and I had been convinced he would arrive even earlier since Vivi came 3 days before her due date and she was my first. Ollie looked great, and there was plenty of amniotic fluid so when the doctor asked if I wanted my cervix checked or membranes swiped and we discussed everything, I declined. I wanted to give him at least one more day to see if he would come naturally, and I also really wanted Chris and Vivi to go to their daddy/daughter dance she had been looking forward to for so long. As long as the baby’s health was fine and the doc said we could wait I was going to, as I couldn’t bear the thought of a very disappointed little girl. If he came on his own that’s a different story, I know Vivi would survive. But why move things along unless I had to? I left the doc appt with a cervix check and membrane swipe scheduled for Monday and an induction scheduled for Tuesday night if still necessary. After the doc I ran some errands and picked up some flowers to glue on bobby pins for Vivi’s hair that night.
After Braxton Hicks contractions and cramping that had lead to nowhere for weeks, I finally had the “bloody show” at about 3 pm. Things were finally shifting into gear! Vivi had been excited since we bought the tickets for her Daddy/Daughter dance so even though I knew I was in labor, I still wanted them to go. I figured I had plenty of time since I had labored with Vivi over night at home before her arrival the following afternoon. Cramping turned into bearable contractions as I got Vivi ready for her dance. The weird thing was that even though the contractions were totally bearable, they were very close together.
The plan was that Chris would take Vivi to the dance then drop her off at our friend Giselle’s house for an overnight because I felt the baby may come later that night or early morning. Chris didn’t feel comfortable leaving me by myself, so I called Giselle and she came to the house, incase of an emergency and so she was there to take Vivi right after they came home if necessary. Thank God Chris convinced me to do that.
Giselle was a great distraction (she is super funny and very theatrical) as the contractions started getting a little more intense. They were still really bearable, and not as painful as I remembered with Vivien (I guess you don’t remember the pain, right? That’s why we have more children). But they were very close together….like thirty second contractions with two minutes in between. Giselle suggested taking me to the hospital, where they could at least do a check and then we could go from there whether we needed to call Chris and Vivi to come home or not. I gave Chris an update via text. One of the other Daddy’s at the dance is a doctor and he told Chris he should come home.
As Giselle described, the scene of Chris’ Jeep zooming around the corner was something straight out of Jurassic Park. Vivi was still wearing her “ball dress” as Giselle packed her up and took her to her house to spend the night. Chris changed out of his uniform and we went to the hospital. Contractions started getting much more intense on the drive there.
We checked into the hospital at 7:25 pm and they did a cervix check. I was dilated to a “7”. The nurse asked if I wanted an epidural and I replied “if I haven’t missed the boat yet”. When I had Vivien, I was very much attached to the idea of a natural birth, which I did end up having with her. But this time around I was kind of like “been there, done that, I’ll play by ear and see how it goes”. The nurse told me that “she didn’t know if the epidural was still possible but she would see” as they took me right into a labor and delivery room.
Contractions started getting more and more intense. I felt the best way to endure the pain was to sit at the edge of the bed. They were really painful but a great nurse coached my breathing as they would come and it really helped. I cried, “the epidural fairy isn’t coming is he?” They told me they weren’t lying to me but that he was dealing with another patient.
Then the nurse that was coaching my breathing said, “Laura, I’m pretty sure you are at a ten and you can probably just push this baby out…”
Right then I said “I need to lay on my back I feel I need to push.” As I rolled over on my back my water broke. The nurses said that the baby had passed the meconium inside of me which most likely happened because he was late. They were reassuring but everything I had ever read about that happening was not good. My eyes were closed but Chris said they loaded the room with the necessary individuals should their be an emergency. I wanted to push but they made me breath another way to try to wait because my doc was on call but down the street at dinner. She barely made it because everything happened so fast. She ran in wearing her blue cocktail dress and the nurses slid her coat over her. Is it me or is that something that happens in the movies? The meconium scare made me want to get the baby out as quickly as possible. I got him out in about five pushes. The feeling of the baby tumbling out of you is just the most glorious feeling to me. He was perfect and everything was fine. That epidural fairy never made it to my room….
Oliver (Ollie) Emery LaCour was born on April 16 at 8:35 pm, barely over an hour after we checked into the hospital. He was 8 lb 14 oz, and 21 in long. He really was a “jumper in the door” as Chris’ work colleagues had been jokingly calling him.
He found his food source immediately and nursed until they took him off to clean him, then nursed until midnight after I got him back. He has been a very mellow baby, who is very content eating, sleeping, and being cuddled. Vivi is having a little bit of a hard time adjusting, but she is coming around. Mommy gets the brunt of it, unfortunately. But last night she gave me lots of hugs and kisses and asked me to read her stories and put her to bed, which is usually a Daddy duty.
You know, I didn’t think my heart could get more full. But right now there are moments it feels like it can burst with love.
Some of Vivi and Daddy taking his first bath.
Have a great day! Much love!