Birth Story
Jack Christopher Wynne
You were born in the wee hours of the morning on Thursday, August 21, 2014. It was 1:29am to be exact. After nearly an hour of pushing, there you were. I couldn’t have been more amazed by the perfection that was you.
On Wednesday, August 20 my day played out as any other day had in my final weeks of pregnancy. My back was aching as soon as I got out of bed and I didn’t attempt to leave the house until your Dad came home from work. Driving had become far too uncomfortable for me in those last couple of weeks. You were very active that Wednesday morning, as you always were. In fact, Dr. Patarra had been telling us throughout my entire pregnancy that you were an unusually active baby, which I already knew since your head had been resting snuggly against my cervix since my twentieth week of pregnancy. I smiled whenever the doctor commented on how active you were because I’ve always been told that it’s a good indicator of how a baby will be even after they are born; it’s absolutely not a myth. You’ve gone from kicking me in the rib cage to kicking everything within your reach, definitely one active little guy.
So I waited that Wednesday for your Daddy to come home from work so we could take our evening walk on the Silver Strand (to Coronado), which is about fifteen minutes from where we live. Within the past week we had decided it would be best if we started shortening our walks, so we would walk five minutes in one direction away from the car and then back toward the car again. We would repeat this a few times and then go home. Although I was only 37.5 weeks pregnant, but we both had a feeling you would make your entrance into this world on your own time.
After our walk that evening, we ate dinner together and I decided to spend some time bouncing on our yoga/medicine ball. I began having mild contractions around 5pm that evening and within thirty minutes or so I began to notice that my contractions were about five minutes apart. Originally I had planned to wait until my contractions were closer together before heading to the hospital, but it was your Daddy who started loading things into the car right away! I could tell he was a little nervous and just wanted to get to the hospital in case things began progressing quickly, which they did.
We arrived at the hospital around 6:15pm that Wednesday evening and the triage nurse checked my cervix. I was already 5cm dilated, but they wouldn’t admit me until I was at least 6cm dilated. I was told to go home and come back in two hours since I wanted a natural labor. I knew I would be 6cm dilated in no time, so we decided to stay at the hospital and walk around for those two hours. Within thirty minutes my contractions were two minutes apart and I was drawing quite a bit of attention from other patients and visitors as they walked through the quarterdeck of the Naval Hospital. With each contraction, I flung my arms over your Daddy’s shoulders and practice the hypno-birthing techniques I had read about to manage pain. I envisioned the letters of the alphabet rolling toward me, three at a time… A, A, A, B, B, B, C, C, C, etc.. I guess you could say it was working because we made it through those two hours and as your Daddy wheeled me back to the Labor & Delivery wing, my contractions were about one minute apart.
At this point my cervix was 7cm dilated, but pushing 8cm dilated. We met our midwife, Vanessa and our nurse, Monica. They were both amazing. Chris was quick to set up the room to make it as relaxing as possible. We had brought a small oil diffuser to promote relaxation and we diffused some frankincense. I chose not to have an IV or to have any pain medication at all. We also chose to have intermittent fetal monitoring so the midwife could monitor your heart every 90 minutes or so, but so I could also use the yoga/medicine ball during labor. Things progressed so quickly and before midnight I was begging your Daddy and Vanessa to let me start pushing. I didn’t have to wait long because my water broke a few minutes later and I was fully dilated. The pushing was so much harder than I had anticipated. I remember thinking that I wasn’t making any progress, but Vanessa reassured me that I was a “great pusher” and things were going perfectly. I also remember saying, “I can’t do this” a couple of times, and then hearing Vanessa and Chris say, “You’re doing it!!!” Reminiscing on that still makes me smile. The look on your Daddy’s face was partly adrenaline induced and partly shock. As he held my right leg and half of my upper body, I knew I had never needed him more or loved him more than I did right then.
I don’t know exactly how long I pushed before Vanessa said your head was mostly out, but I didn’t have the courage to look at you (with a mirror) as you emerged. I kept asking over and over, “Is he ok?” Before I knew it, Vanessa was telling me to put my hands down and grab you (as I had requested in my birth plan). Your shoulders were just making their way out as I took hold on you, brought you into my arms and guided you the rest of the way out and up onto my chest. You were so alert but barely crying. You just stared straight into my eyes…you knew me right away. I couldn’t even cry because I was so in awe of you. Maybe I did cry, but it was the furthest thing from my mind. I couldn’t believe that I had just given birth to this beautiful and perfect little boy.
The nurses weighed you at 7lbs 6.5 ounces and measured you at 20.5” long. You were perfect. Our midwife and nurses kept commenting on how alert you were, which is common for babies who are born without the help of pain medications. You were also born pretty hungry, as you nursed within twenty minutes of being born. Your latch wasn’t perfect yet, but we were both still learning at that point.
Watching your Daddy hold you for the first time will always be one of my favorite lifetime moments. You looked so small in his arms and he looked so at ease with you. Proud.
I cannot tell you how healing your birth was for us. It was less than a year and a half ago that I delivered your sister, Aubrey Rose at that very same hospital, on that very same floor. She was born still, a sleeping angel and what a vastly different experience that was. I didn’t anticipate just how peaceful and healing my birth experience would be with you. You are more than we could have asked God for and you continue to brighten our lives and fill our hearts with so much joy, each and everyday. Mommy and Daddy love you endlessly, Jack Christopher Wynne.