As I was approaching being (really) full term I started wondering if this baby was ever going to come out and play. We all had our days picked out, even my family had their guesses on when he was going to be born and each of these days came and went without any sign of baby. Every time that I was asked how I was feeling, even up until the very end, I would reply with how good I felt because I really did feel good minus the part where I was super pregnant! But I didn't have any discomfort and also my pain tolerance was stronger this time around, so it was always making me wonder towards the very end when he was going to come. At my final doctor appointment I had my membranes stripped one last time hoping that this would finally be it and that it would get things going. Let me tell you this boy was being very stubborn, it must be in his german blood because he still wasn't budging! I went for a nice long run at 41 weeks pregnant after loosing my mucus plug,
and after doing all of those other things to try and speed up the whole process, with still no luck or any sign of him coming any time soon. We were celebrating my mom's birthday a day early and I wanted to bake her a cake. While doing so little did I know that contractions would soon follow. Between baking a cake, doing the laundry, and spending time enjoying my family, I started contracting throughout all of this. They were becoming stronger and ranging 5 to 6 minutes apart and then it progressed to 5 minutes to the point of stopping me in my tracks. Finally, now all of the fun began! But I was determined and finished the cake, with just a little help from Jason ;) all throughout the rest of the night the contractions were getting much more strong and even closer together.
After many
many hours of me being completely stubborn about going to the hospital, it was now midnight and my contractions were consistently four to three minutes apart and getting more unbearable. With much convincing and maybe a little bribery, Jason finally said that we needed to leave now for the hospital. We got checked into the hospital and settled into our room. They checked for dilation and I was at a 4.5 and 95% effaced. The nurse told us we could go home or stay, she left the room so we could talk it over and decide what to do. While doing so we made our decision and decided to stay. When she came back in, and before we had time to tell her our choice, she had already called the doctor who preferred that we stay, which was our plan anyway (just to be on the safe side). I used the jacuzzi tub, walked around a lot, and even laid on the cold hospital ground in the room at one point because it was the only spot that felt really good as the contractions got stronger- I remember thinking how this is the part you truly forget about and I didn't miss this time around!
We also chose a baby name during this time. As we were in the delivery room we looked at each other and felt like the best way for us to decide on one together was to each say the name we liked at the same time. We ended up saying the same name at the same time, it was so weird and so special. There was no doubt in my mind that this name was just meant to be! It was a memorable moment and one that we will never forget. My nurse came in to check on me and this is when we discussed my birth plan and I told her everything I wanted and I made sure to express how badly I needed an epidural right now, because the pain was getting increasingly unbearable at this point and I was dilated to an 8.5. Quickly all of the wonderful people who were taking such good care of me came in to prep the room and that was when I realized I may need to start mentally preparing that I won't be getting the fabulous epidural which was apart of my birth plan. But rest assured, I remained calm the whole time and was relaxed (which I didn't think I could be with how bad the pain was) but my mind remained focused because I was determined. I breathed through each contraction as they progressed and knew this was the one thing to get me through the pain and closer to holding our new little baby.
My doctor came in and I was dilated to a 9 but my water still hadn't broken yet. After she checked me one last time she could feel his head because it was literally right there! Also she could feel the amniotic sac because it was bulging so much and she ended up popping it with her hand. After she did that it was really time to push! As I started pushing she said that she could already see his head- they asked if I wanted to feel it and I said yes, they asked if I wanted to see and of course I said yes, so in between pushes I leaned forward and could see his head. After that final 5th push and a total of 5 minutes of pushing, he was born. I was able to see him come out and cried the happiest tears. He was the most precious boy ever and my heart grew to love another little person all over again as they placed him on me, which I didn't think was ever humanly possible to go through a second time. It was the best experience I could have and this birth was just perfect, even if it wasn't my initial birth plan. Having him all naturally was awesome and I felt so good afterwards that I could get up go to the bathroom and walk around right away! From the time we got to hospital to the time that we had him it was four hours total, everything just happened so fast! It was a really good thing that I listened to Jason about when to go to the hospital even though my water had not broken yet (side note: I did
not want to go to the hospital until my water had broken, crazy, yes, a little stupid, yes, I know that now!) otherwise we would have had this baby at home because of how stubborn I was being. I guess I have those strong german genes just like our little stubborn Jaxon, who by the way came at just the right time, and not a moment too early or too late ;)
so we always seem to have some good laughs when we're in the delivery room- this time it was when Jason was cutting the umbilical cord and the blood squirted all over- literally. It was all on my face and hair, all on Jaxon, the bed rails, and it even managed to get all the way on the wall behind me, that it could have been a scene in a movie!
Reflecting on the whole experience this time around, I know that the spirit was definitely present in our room the whole time. And I also know that it was from Jason giving me beautiful blessing at the right moment. All of the fabulous nurses and even my doctor, said that each time they came in they would mention how peaceful they felt being in our room, that there was a good presence here with us, and how they've never seen such a more calming or tranquil labor and delivery process. I know that what they felt was the spirit's presence and God's deep love as one of his children was entering this earth to join a family. That knowledge alone encompassed our whole birthing experience this time around. It was much different than with Connor but in a good and special way. It just shows me how precious these little people are and how it truly is a miracle to bring new life into a family. Our hearts have grown more because we have our missing puzzle piece which has brought us even closer together as a family!
Jaxon Kindt Dimond
born July 18th @ 4:54 am
8 lb 6 oz / 20.5 in long
kisses for his little brother
one for dad...
and one for mommy!
fitting just perfectly in the closest!
Connor loved meeting his brother and still loves him :)
ready to go home and have fun!
enjoying the first week at home
I love taking pictures of these two goobers!
I love his squishy cheeks he has been a great addition to our family!