Titus Birth Story
I woke up Friday morning with back pain around 5:30. I started focusing on the pain, not sure yet if I was contracting as it was pretty mild. Over the next half hour, I noticed about every 8-10 minutes the pain intensified a bit. I texted my mom at 6:00am and asked her to head to our house. She lives a little over an hour from us. I stressed that there wasn’t a huge hurry since I had just started contracting and they were still so far apart.
A little after 6:00 I woke up Mike and told him I was contracting and asked my mom to head this way. We were still resting in bed and Mila was watching a show on our tv. At 6:30 I noticed contractions were getting a little closer together and I tried to go downstairs so I could focus and figure out how far apart they were. Mila starting crying and chasing me down the steps so I went back to bed to calm her down and lay with her a few more minutes. I counted contractions more like 7-8 minutes apart.
At 7:00 I text my mom to see if she was on the road and she said she was leaving in about 15 minutes. I jumped in the shower. I noticed contractions picking up rapidly but wasn’t looking at a clock to know how far apart they were. I got dressed and tried to dry my hair. I could only up the hair drying for a minute or two and then I would lose my breath in a contraction. I settled for a wet head and threw it up. I started timing again… 4-5 minutes apart. I checked the clock… 7:45. Mom was on the road, but still wouldn’t arrive at house until 8:30 at the earliest. I told Mike we had to find someone now to stay with Mila and we had to go. He made a few phone calls and got our friend and neighbor Marc to come over.
During those last few minutes I told Mike to get Mila’s carseat out of the car, I threw some last minute items in my hospital bag, I helped Mila go potty and go downstairs for breakfast, I yelled for a trash can and threw up (even cleaned up the floor where I had missed the bin), and picked up Mila to let her sit on the counter so I could hug her (She wanted held and I knew I couldn’t hold her). Marc arrived at 8:10 and I was getting some water for the road, Mike made some coffee and turned on a tv show for Mila to watch. Marc mentioned we might hit rush our traffic on the way to the hospital and we were out the door a few minutes later. I told Mike to time my contractions as we drove. Down to 1-3 minutes apart. I took deep breaths, kept my eyes closed and we made jokes as they came and went.
We arrived at 8:40. We valeted the car, I got wheeled up to the 3rd floor and the nurse asked me to get up and walk to a room to get registered. We reminded them that we pre-registered and she calmly said, “It’s procedure” and told me to get changed into the gown on the bed and she walked back to her desk. I did and then walked to the bathroom. When I was headed back to my room, a Dr. noticed my breathing and asked to come in and check my progress and wondered if I was interested in an epidural. I said, “Yes, if there’s time but I doubt it. This is moving FAST!” She discovered I was easily 8cm dilated and sent me straight to labor and delivery. This was approximately 8:50. The next 23 minutes were almost too intense to describe. Remembering them now, I feel like I am recalling a scene from a movie. Nurses swarmed around us. The anesthesiologist came into the room and walked out as quickly as he entered. Absolutely no time for that. My contractions were almost too close together to breathe through. Suddenly, my water broke. I kept thinking that I was going to pass out. My doctor ran in and nurses told me it was time for our baby to be born. It was time to push. Mike stood next to me and I squeezed his hand…probably harder than he ever thought I could. One nurse yelled that baby’s heart rate was dropping and this was it. I had to get him out. Another nurse told me to stop screaming and bear down to push. (HA!) I knew I was screaming at that point, but honestly, I felt like I was hearing someone else. I kept my eyes closed to not pass out from all the adrenaline and endless activity in the room. I heard more yelling from everyone around me and after a handful of hard pushes, he arrived! Titus Joseph was born at 9:13am on Good Friday. 5 lbs 13 oz. 19 inches long. Head of dark brown hair and beautiful olive skin. I did it. We did it. I can’t believe we made it in time!