It somehow didn't occur to me that I would go into labor on my own with baby Dean. In my head, we had a plan and by golly we were going to stick to that plan.
By golly we did NOT stick to that plan.
To tell Dean's birth story we have to back up to a snow storm that postponed a Dinner Theater I helped direct/Write/throw together as a fundraiser for my little sisters. When we picked a new date because of the snow, I knew we were cutting it awfully close to my induction date.
We also have to talk about one of the best woman I've had the privilege of knowing: Stephanie Conley. We all knew she was sick, that God was calling her home, none of us knew when. God knew. The Monday after my Card Shower, she got to go home to the Lord. I was so thankful I had the week of work off to grieve and be there for her kids, who are practically like family to me.
That Friday we had our Dinner Theater. It was great. Exhausting at 28 weeks 5 days pregnant, but it was awesome. I was so glad I was able to help my sisters. That Saturday, I was able to go to Stephanie's Celebration of Life. I got to play with her Grandson. I got to hug her kids. I got to cry as I heard stories about her children eating breakfast together after she'd gone home to Jesus. It was beautiful. I wore an actual dress, she would have loved it, would have been so proud of me for looking like a girl with no paint on me anywhere!
These events are important, because when I woke up Sunday morning, I felt off. Uncomfortable. I went to Church (also keep in mind Blair had been at Drill that Saturday and most of Sunday, because you know, stuff always happens when he's at Drill) and tried to sit still, but I couldn't. My lower back just...hurt. I knew this could be a sign of labor, but was nervous to say much to anyone. My mom, however, I think she knew something was up. I was greeted by people, given some amazing Cinnamon Rolls and a red hat for my boy, and was prayed over by the Elders of our Church, joined by my parents and Blair's Father.
I could spend so much time just on that alone...how powerful that room felt...how the very presence of the Lord was there...I feel like that's a whole other blog post though. Maybe one day. :)
By the end of Sunday School I was uncomfortable. Ellie went home with my parents, Abbie came with me to get our stuff "just in case" and by two thirty I was at my parents house, and I was feeling contractions. Blair's unit was able to be released early and he was on his way to get his things and to come to my parents house. I jumped in the shower because the back labor was really starting to make me VERY uncomfortable. Blair got there, and we timed a few contractions while my dad watched the Superbowl game and my mom made food. Around five thirty we decided that maybe we should go to DC.
I was nervous about going in. Mainly because with Ellie, I had a lot of back and forth labor and it just took a while for my body to kick it into gear. My mom and Blair were very encouraging, and Blair was adamant that we go get checked there. My dad and Blair and Mom packed up, we called Ellie's "Uncle Jon and Aunt Kackie" to let them know she needed to be picked up, and away we went.
When we got to the hospital, they checked me and I was at 3 CM. I walked around the hallways for what seemed like forever with my mom and Blair. His Dad and my Dad watched the Superbowl Game in the waiting room. Dean was more excited than I've ever seen him, and my Dad was worried about me and the baby.
Through all this, the entire thing, my Daddy has been my Daddy. It's amazing to his love for me, our son, and Blair. To know that this is a reflection of our Heavenly Father's heart for us. This could also be a whole other blog post.
I went back to be checked around ten, had dilated to a four, so I was admitted, once again, to be on the safe side.
There was blood pressure taken, heart monitors put on him, contraction monitors put on me, blood drawn and BOOM. It was time, apparently, for me to labor.
All night the nurses kept asking me if I felt the contractions, the answer was always no. I had a lot fo back pain, but I was able to get some rest, ONCE we were able to monitor babies heart beat.
Let me tell you, this boy is a stinker. All I wanted was to lay on my side and go to sleep! Every time I did we would lose his heart beat and the nurses would have to come in and mess with me until they found it again. I was uncomfortable for a lot of the night. We had one nurse who FINALLY found his heart beat while I was on my side and then there was sweet sweet rest. Thank you Jesus!
I continued to have contractions I couldn't really feel and continued to dilate all morning. I spent a lot of time on Facebook being goofy and a lot of time texting other people. Quite frankly, for a while, I was bored. I watched movies and listened to music. Blair played a lot on his computer. We chilled.
Around ten, I stopped making progress on my own. We were given the option of using Pictocin. After talking to Blair and my Mom, we went for it.
While we waited for them to get it all set up, I had a few moments. All the sudden, this was real, all the sudden we were going to be serious about getting him out. All the sudden things were out of my "control" and he would be on the outside...where I can't keep him safe. I wasn't ready, I told my Mom, I wasn't ready. I cried. She came and hugged me and we prayed and Blair held my hand. I took a deep breathe, we began the pict and so began the hardest labor of the two I've had.
Pictocin is brutal. At first I thought, ok, I can handle this. Ok, this isn't so bad. Ok, this is doable. It helped me dilate, I felt more contractions, everything was going well. I had a lot of friends praying for me because they knew how important it was for me, personally, to have a vaginal birth with little to no intervention. Around two, after some good laboring,my pict level was at 10 and we had the option to break my water.
We broke my water.
And it felt like all hell broke lose.
I stopped being able to breathe through contractions. I felt baby boy move down and the doctors even told me that he was. (I did not need to be told, I felt it, I promise!) The pictocin made my contractions fast and STRONG. With Ellie, I had a build up. I would get cold and then as I got warmer I knew a contraction was coming and could mentally prepare my mind. With the pict contractions, they just WERE. I had no build up. I clung to my mom and Blair. I didn't want them to leave my side. I was checked, was dilated to about a six/seven and told to labor through those contractions to bring baby boy down more.
It hurt. It hurt like hell. It was brutal. I thought, there is no way I can do this this way. I can't even relax between contractions, I felt like I couldn't breathe. If Blair or my mom were not holding my hand during those contractions I felt lost.
I begged them to make it stop. Around three I thought I just couldn't make it through. I begged them and begged them to help. Blair held my hand the entire time and told me to look in his eyes while I contracted. I remember thinking how handsome his eyes were, and remember the smile on his face as he would tell me good job. I also remember snapping at him at one point when he told me to stop fighting the contractions. I very loudly told him I wasn't fighting. He didn't take it personally. I love him so much.
My mom also held my hand. She kept telling me how wonderfully I was doing, that I was the only one who could bring him here. She helped me relax my shoulders and my forehead, taking the tension away from those areas and getting me to focus on bringing baby down. I kept telling them I couldn't do this, I couldn't do this, that it hurt, it was different, that I couldn't do it.
I remember this utter feeling of helplessness and hopelessness and feeling like this labor would last forever. I tried to talk to the Lord, to call on Him, but I just couldn't. I tried to tell Blair to talk to Jesus, I remember telling him to ask Jesus to help me through. I could see in Blair's eyes the prayers he offered up for me.
I would have gotten an epidural if not for my mom and Blair. I begged for it, Blair knew that's what I was asking for. At one point he said to me "Maddie, you don't want that. If you get that, you won't feel him the same way you felt Ellie and you loved feeling Ellie. You can do this." If he hadn't reminded me...well, who knows? I did ask for the laughing gas though, and was so mad when it felt like it took them too long to get it to me.
I ended up not even being able to use it. It freaked me out too much. I would have contractions and put the mask on my face and try to suck it in and couldn't. I felt like I was suffocating. It scared me more than it helped me. I think this was close to four.
By four, I felt pressure and I was just so so so done. I bore down a little, felt him move, and yelled for my mom and Blair to bring the doctor's in. When she went to check me she told me she felt a little cervical lip. She pushed it back and that was it. I felt him move down. I knew I wanted to push. So I did.
Oh Lord have mercy the confusion and drama! Ha! She was yelling for the other nurses to get the babies doctors and telling to stop pushing. There was no way I could not not push! But I did! Normally, I probably would have been like, Nope! I'm pushing. But for my son...I knew my son needed those doctors. So I breathed hard. I looked at Blair at my mom. I did what I could, but it got to a point where I couldn't hold back anymore. I felt him crown, the doctor was literally holding him in, I was yelling, people were running every which way and she said GO! Push! I pushed.
Not for long though. I think I gave one or two good pushes and I felt my son come into this world. And to my amazement and delight, they laid him on me. And oh was he beautiful.
And oh was I terrified.
With Ellie, we had a good 30 minuted together, she laid on my chest, she latched on. My son was there mere minutes before they needed to evaluate him. Blair went to the corner with him, my mom held my hand while I was shaking and crying. I could hear him cry. They were checking for tears and reminding me to deliver the placenta. I bore down and it came out with no issues. The next thing I know I hear "Let his Momma hold him."
I was preparing my heart to not be able to hold him after his birth. I was preparing to hear the worst.
God gave me the best.
My son wrapped up in a blanket in my arms, I got to kiss his face and tell him I loved him and stroke his cheek. He calmed at the sound of my voice and oh oh oh he was so so so beautiful.
And then they had to take him.
And I cried.
And My Mommy held my hand and told me how brave I was and how beautiful I was and how proud she was.
4:14 pm on Monday, February 8th, weighing 7 pounds 8.8 ounces, here was my son, Dean Blair Jaques, yes, the Fifth.
I said the hardest part was holding him in, but that's not true. After being checked out by the NICU he was prepared to go to Children's Hospital CICU. They packed him and before he went over, they brought him to see me.
He was in a big plastic box, there were tubes already in him and oxygen on his nose. And he knew my voice and I got to tell him I loved him and stroke his cheek. Twice.
Twice.
And then, they took my son to another hospital, and I couldn't go with him.
And this was the hardest thing I have ever done.
To watch my son leave.
To not be able to go with him.
God knows my heart. And He knew there were certain things that I just said "Lord, if you are willing, please let this happen." Every single one of those things happened.
I went into labor on my own and wasn't induced.
I did not have to use cervidal or cytotec to soften my cervix.
I did not have to get an epidural or a c-section.
I was able to hold and kiss my son, twice, after he was born.
Dean's birth story, and his story from now on, is to be told in chapters.
Chapter One, I can't keep him safe out here, but oh oh oh, the Father Can.
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