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October 2009

Jena ‘plays’ with Jacob

Poor defensless little Jacob, already being forced to play with his sister. Which entails the Jena version of giving him his binky, burping him, and covering him with his blanket. In her defense I don’t think she was really trying to smother him with the blanket, and she did give him a kiss. On a side note that earthquake like shaking in the camera would be when she head butted me as she was moving around the bed…Jacob I feel your pain.

It’s a wonder younger siblings survive.

the birth of a boy – part 2

Well here I am sitting at Panera with a laptop and a diary free smoothie. I have a feeling Panera and I are going to be very close in the coming months. It’s close enough to make it home in 4 minutes flat if Jacob needs to eat and far enough that I can’t hear any of them scream if they so happen to choose to do so.

Even though when I left I was the one screaming and crying and generally having an emotional breakdown. It’s what happens when I pretend I’m a stay at home mom and don’t get out of the house, EVER! And to top it off my period just started and only a woman know what relief that is. I’ve been feeling horrible for the last few days, I’ve been putting weight back on thus not being able to fit in even the few clothes I have been wearing the last 6 weeks and generally freaking out about everything. The last time I felt like this I found out I was pregnant. Which was bringing me to a near state of panic. But as of an hour ago the world is right again and my first thought was what a perfect time to finish the birth story!

If you didn’t catch the first installment you can catch up here.

And before I go any further I want to do something I should have done in the first installment. I want to thank April for being there to capture, yet again, another of my children being born. All the pictures previously posted of the birth were taken by her. We do treasure your pictures, and I treasured your presence there! I also want to thank Amy for pitching in and being the best first time birth assistant ever! I’m so glad you were able to be there, and not just for your cord cutting skills, but for your bow hunting skills, and computer hacking skills…wait a minute.

Thanks also to my midwife Michelle, who was awesome! She isn’t mentioned much in the story below and quite honestly I feel that only adds to her awesomeness. Her knowledgeable and experienced presence was the ultimate support while never getting in the way of what was going on unless something actually needed to happen. And I especially want to thank my wonderful husband who pulled through exactly like I knew he would. Calm and supportive and just what I needed, I’m so glad he was there so see our son born!

Ok now that the academy award speech is done. ONTO THE BIRTH!

Somewhere around 4:30 I felt the first contraction. Around 20 mins later the next one came. I remember feeling immense relief thinking at this rate I had hours and should get plenty of sleep. You should all know where this is going…

About 15 mins later the next one came, then 12 mins, 10 mins, 8, 7, 5, 4, 3 and by 6:00 I woke Neil up again. I was definitely in ACTIVE labor. He started making the calls: our midwife Michelle, my mom to pick up the kids, Amy to get her butt over here, and so on. In hindsight we should have started these calls sooner, but my previous labors and others (so I’ve heard) typically stay at say ‘contractions are coming 5 mins apart’ for more than one freakin contraction. Just about every contraction was closer than the last one. And once I woke Neil up I think we only timed 3 before he was fully convinced we needed to call Michelle NOW!

Labor progressed very rapidly. I don’t recall when everyone showed up, just that they all did. Everyone worked seamlessly together from all I could tell, but to be honest I wasn’t really paying attention to them, I WAS IN LABOR. I labored standing, sitting, hands and knees, and in various place in the bedroom and bathroom. One of the last places I was before he was born, was in our tub (there was some issues with the birth tub, so I squished my oversized butt into our regular one). At some point in the tub the baby’s (as he didn’t have a name yet at this point) heart rate started to drop so Michelle had me get out to shift his position. On the walk from the bathroom to the bedroom (mercifully a short one) he shifted positions and his heart rate went right back to where it should be. Once back on the bed Jacob was born shortly after 10 AM after only 4 more pushes, so I’m told. Michelle unwrapped his insanely long cord from his body and I grabbed my baby boy. I looked at Neil and said so which one do you think he is? We had narrowed it down to Titus, Jude or Jacob, and both decided Jacob he was.

A blanket was brought in and wrapped around him in my arms where he was nursing away and the calls were started all over again. He looked so incredibly tiny to me. At 7 lbs 10 oz, he was the smallest of any of my kids. We all just sat there staring at him in my arms for hours while all the after stuff happened.

The birth was phenomenal and recovery just the same. I laid down for an hour or so sometime after lunch as the 4 o’clock wakening had finally caught up to me. But I was up and about within hours of the birth. No stitches, complications or the like. It was really about as ideal as you get, or at least as I’ve had.

Now that the logistics are out-of-the-way. You have as much of the time line as I recall even though I’m sure I have some details wrong, but that’s not important. Now I can tell you what I got out of the experience, which has been the harder thing to put into words.

I’ve decided to just list the things that stand out in my memory about this birth. They aren’t really connected and I am making no attempt at chronological order, just a warning, for all you order freaks out there.

I remember Grant being so sweet and wanting to make me feel better. He told me he was sorry for whatever he did, and then asked me if I was ok now. He brought me pictures of Jena and him because they always make me smile. He was insistent that he wasn’t going to leave me. When my mother showed up to take them he told Nana she could take Jena but he was staying with mommy. I also remember that in between contractions I told him it was his brother’s birthday today. He needed to go with Nana, mommy would be ok, and he could come back as soon as brother was here. To this he responded, it’s brother’s birthday?! And then understanding hit, and he said I get ice cream! And all was right with his world again.

SIDE NOTE: I actually wrote this one a few weeks ago and was so glad I did. Grant was still in the heat of the transition period. Being an oldest (as I can relate to) change to his life can be earth shattering, and he was being a monster. It was very good for me to remember there was still a sweet little boy in there somewhere. In the last week or so he’s reemerged, THANK GOD.

I remember sitting in the bathroom (yeah they forget to tell you that once your water breaks it doesn’t really stop) at 6:00 AM after I woke Neil up. He was in the shower and I remember looking down at my stomach and saying BABY LOOK AT MY STOMACH! When I went to bed the night before, my stomach was offering more support than my bra, when I looked down at 6:00 AM this baby had already moved down a good six inches or more. It was totally crazy.

I remember overhearing Neil in the bedroom on the phone with Michelle. I could tell there was some kind of timing questions coming, and I also remember telling him to just tell her to GET HERE NOW, I’M HAVING THIS BABY! To which he responded perfectly…she was already on her way.

I also remember cursing at the phone when it rang because I thought it was Neil’s. Turns out it was Michelle’s. Whoops, sorry Michelle! There were too many iPhones at the birth…

I vaguely remember Amy showing up. I don’t really remember Michelle showing up, but I did notice when she took over from Neil on my back. My back labor was actually significantly less this time around, but the counter pressure still felt heavenly.

I distinctly remember hearing someone say April was on her way. We were supposed to get together that morning anyway, but she wasn’t feeling good the night before. So when my water broke at 4 the last thing I was going to do was wake her up, besides I was convinced I had HOURS until this baby was born. As you’ve already read I was wrong. My head kept thinking somebody CALL HER! However, communicating my inner most thoughts was not exactly happening with labor progressing that fast.

When things started picking up, like on the 3rd contraction, I thought I’m not ready for this. Jacob was early my other two were very late, I wasn’t prepared mental or otherwise. Funny thing about pain is no matter how good you know it can be for you, nobody wants it when it’s there. I mean come on, even JESUS begged God to spare him. I felt I was in good company.

DISCLAIMER: this is MY EXPERIENCE, and I’m not trying to make it a universal one for everyone. If you had an epidural and are satisfied with your birth experience, GOOD FOR YOU! And I say that sincerely. Every person is different and every situation is too. I made an informed choice to have the best chance of getting what I wanted out of my birth and you can too, whatever way you choose to do that is besides that point. Healthy baby, satisfied mother, however you achieve that, is up to you.

And now back to our regularly scheduled program. PAIN! God has been teaching me for years there is value in pain. My birth experiences have been one of the most profound ways he’s done that. But even having learned this lesson over and over when the pain came I wanted it gone. The beauty of laboring at home is I’ve got myself in a place where I can’t change my mind and short change myself from what I knew I needed.

This labor was fast and intense. There were many periods where there were no breaks between contractions. Which meant I couldn’t get to a relaxed place in time to take the next contraction. It was hard and remember thinking and saying that I couldn’t do it. In all the hippie birth books I’ve read over the years they all talk about surrendering to the process, surrender to the birth, to your body, allow the baby to be born. I think there is a lot of truth to that, but I also think they fall one step to short. Surrender has to go beyond the process.

At some point when I was in the tub I realized I really couldn’t, and I surrendered. Looking back now, I can’t even tell you what that means, but I knew then what it meant and when I did all of a sudden I was able to relax and felt at peace about the whole birth.

It was an amazingly spiritual moment for me. To realize finally that I couldn’t do something and that was GOOD. For me that moment was the climax of this birth. Jacob finally entering the world was beautiful and the instant connection I felt with him was unlike either of my other births. But the high point was still that moment in the tub. In that instant I KNEW what I needed to know. I knew I could have this baby, regardless to how impossible it felt. I knew that I would be able to manage three children, regardless of how crazy life already was with two. I knew I wasn’t going to go into the dark black hole of despair after this baby. I KNEW it was going to be ok. And so far it’s been more than ok.

For someone who at 5 told their mother they could run the house and hasn’t stopped running things yet, an unplanned pregnancy rocked my world…to put it lightly. If you don’t remember my initial response you can go back and read it here.

Jacob is the most beautiful child and from the moment he was born our family felt complete, and it’s not just because we’ve now filled every available inch of our Gallant. Our whole family adores him, brother and sister included. Whenever he is awake they both want to be there with him. Grant does not seem at all disappointed he was not born an instant playmate. He is more than willing to hand down all his baby things until Jacob is big enough to play, in the meantime he insists he is still little so he can be more like his brother. Jena just goes around kissing him and shoving his binky in his mouth. Which for her is the ultimate in love.

In short, for all that I plan in life this unplanned event has been one of the best things that’s ever happened. So many good things have happened in our family because of it, and I wonder sometime if any of them would have happened without our little Jacob. I’m so glad I now have a constant reminder that I’m really not the one in charge, and that’s the best way it could be.

a suspicious lean

As promised here’s some video. It took me a few takes to actually get her to keep talking once the camera was on, but her little voice is so cute I was COMPELLED to keep trying. Plus no one else was around at the moment so I had as much time as I needed.

There seems to be nothing like a new baby to make words magically come out of an older child’s mouth. It’s amazing, baby comes, kid thinks, uh oh….what do I do now? Talk! That’s a good trick, and out pop the words. And the little geniuses are right, because like magic the attention shifts back to her when those adorable words roll out. Grant did the same thing when Jena was born…now that he’s older he methods of attention getting have advanced beyond cuteness into realms previously unknown. But that is for another post, this one is for cuteness, YAY!

This is Jena watching and identifying the picture slide show on the computer. To translate, she’s saying Grant a few times and then notices the camera is on. Then she’s all, Oh No! Stop talking, quick make a funny face. Oh wait, pictures! (gotta love the attention span of an 18 month old)

I was so intent on getting her to talk again I didn’t even notice a suspicious lean at 31 seconds…going…going…pause for a few…finish off at 41 seconds. Pay close attention, I didn’t even catch it until the second time through…and then I died laughing and watched it about eight more times.

Also at the very end she says ‘it’s Jena’ and the way she says it I couldn’t possibly spell out, so you’ll just have to watch it. It is about the cutest thing EVER.

run of events

So things have been happening over here. Nothing you want to hear about, but things nonetheless. We’ve got diaper changes and nap routines and screaming (I do try to keep mine to a minimum).

Then there’s the really fun things like the older children regressing, me getting Mastitis and me having to take milk out of my diet.  Since yet another child is showing early signs of milk intolerance. Do you know how many things milk is in…think about that for a minute. All that to say I don’t know how I thought I was ever going to get this birth story done. I still plan too, and really want to. In fact I have another installment sitting in my drafts, but since the Mastitis a week ago I’ve realized I’ve been running myself to hard and need to pull back a bit.

So that means less posting for a while, of course now that I say this I’ll probably find time tonight to finish the story and post it and then I’ll look like a liar, but that seems to be how my world works…I should have said this a long time ago.

I’m sure I’ll still be able to manage some videos, for my own sanity as well as your benefit. The kids are finally adjusting, which means they’re being great most of the time and monsters a little bit, instead of monsters most of the time and great kids NEVER. And since it took 5 weeks for them to adjust to this life they’ll only have for two more weeks. I will be documenting the heck out of the next two weeks. I will need them to remind of me that yes, I do love these children, while we start the adjusting all over again, can you tell I’m thrilled about that? Can you? CAN YOU?

simple pleasures

You would think the kids did not have a room full of toys and a backyard full of toys. It’s stuff like this that makes me just want to give away all of their toys. Not out of spite, but because they honestly have more fun with the stuff that is not toys.

Exhibit A:

Every time we bring a new box of diapers in the house (which is quite often these days) you’d think the kids won the lottery. Not only do they now have a box, which can be houses and cars and treasure chests and more (in this case I think he said it was an elevator), but it’s filled with diapers! That means almost 100 different pieces that can be stacked and sorted and thrown and all sorts of other things I used to try to stop and now just merely watch.

I should probably stop whining about the price of diapers. I mean diapers are cheap diapers when you consider their dual purpose! I mean 14 bucks for an almost 100 piece toy set and diapers to boot, can’t beat that.

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