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Was Easter and I was a new mom of 2 beautiful girls. Rebekah, our second daughter was born at 10:26 p.m. on April 3rd. I remember thinking as the night got later how it would be to have her born on Easter and what would they do if she was born during the hour of time change. That Sunday a.m. was also time change Sunday. Thankfully she came sooner rather than later so I didn't have to wait longer for her arrival! I was shocked that I was even in labor with her. Hannah was about as unnatural of a birth as one could be so I had no idea what to expect. My due date was April 1st. I actually got sick of telling people when I was due because everyone got a snicker out of it. If I wasn't such a compulsive truth teller I could have gotten away with saying March 31st or April 2nd but I would have gotten a comment or two of possibly having a baby on April Fool's day. ANYWAY, I was two days overdue with her. I think I had seen the Dr. on the Thursday prior and she had said if I hadn't had the baby within the next week we would schedule a c-section at the next doctor appointment. I so didn't want another c-section. I didn't want to have a c-section with Hannah and I trusted my doctor when she told me that just because I had one with Hannah didn't mean I had to have one everytime. I did a lot of praying that my body would deliver this baby naturally but I really wasn't sure what that would be like. That Saturday, April 3rd, I got up early to get us ready to take Hannah for an Easter Egg Hunt in Moraine (where we lived). I ate a bowl of Cheerios but that didn't stay with me long. I ended up being sick again and again. Paul was reluctant to take us to the egg hunt but he knew not to argue with a very pregnant woman. I was determined that Hannah would go on this hunt. I had to run into the bathroom several times at the park and thankfully was well enough to watch the egg hunt and get home. I crashed on the couch while Paul went out to process our taxes (good to get taxes done before you have a baby). At some point we called the Dr. on call to see if there was something we should do about me being so sick. The Dr. didn't think it could possibly be labor--he suggested Kaopectate (sp?) and fluids. Neither of which wanted to stay down. By 5 p.m. Paul was fed up. He couldn't stand the thought that I could be getting very dehydrated while we could do nothing to stop it. He called the Dr. this time and they agreed to have me come in for fluids. We dropped Hannah off with a friend and Paul insisted we take my suitcase. I fought hard against it. The Dr. didn't think I was in labor, I didn't think I was in labor, Hannah had been 11 days overdue when she was born and that was with them having to induce labor. What was the point of bringing the suitcase. Okay, very long story short, I really was in labor. What I thought was the flu mixed in with a UTI turned out to be labor and I had probably been laboring all day. My water broke around 7 p.m. and Rebekah Carly was born that night at 10:26 p.m. Paul and my doula almost didn't make it to the birth. Paul had to leave to get clothes for Hannah (we had my suitcase but didn't work out the details for hers) and he got to the hospital just in time for the birth. The other surprise was because my pregnancy was so different with Rebekah, and the fact that we didn't get an ultrasound at 20 weeks, I fully thought that I was having a boy. I literally sat up to take a look when they announced that the baby was a girl! Another surprise was her size. The Drs. had said numerous times that the baby was going to be smaller compared to Hannah. Hannah was 8# 15oz., 22 inches long. Even I felt as if this baby was smaller. Turned out that Rebekah was 8# 13 1/2 oz. and 21 1/2" long. Yes, smaller but essentially the same size as her big sister! You should have heard the remarks from the Dr. and the nurses when they saw just how big Rebekah was. We have it all on tape--it is really quite humourous. And a surprise for me, my body did know how to have a natural birth. I had a totally unmedicated natural birth with Rebekah and other than the fact it hurt--wouldn't lie to ya--it was THE perfect birth. It's hard to believe that it has been 9 years already. I really do remember her birth as if it was yesterday. She is growing up to be a loving and caring girl who just so happens to have a fiery, strong will. Paul and I wonder what that will mean for her as she grows up. We often pray that God has just the right boy out there for her. It will certainly take a special guy to marry our Rebekah. I say that tongue-in-cheek but just like our other children--she deserves the very best--he BETTER be a special guy! |
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