I had heard a bit of wisdom, a while ago, about the knowledge of a birthworker. It said that when a mama calls you in the evening, she MIGHT be in labor - but when she calls you in the morning, you're about to have a baby.
So when I got the, "Hey Amanda, we're heading to the hospital now," text at 7:08am, I was on high alert. I immediately packed my things, told my husband to plan to work from home, and waited to hear that the mama was checked into the hospital. This was her first birth, so I expected it to be early, and for things to take a while. I had planned to go in when she was 6-7cm dilated.
Imagine my surprise (and a bit of panic!) when the next text affirmed that she was already 8cm in triage, and being quickly taken to her room. I literally grabbed my camera bag and yelled, "SHE'S 8CM, I'M GONE!" to Brock on my way out the door.
I have never been more thankful for a birth to be at a hospital close to my home. The 15 minutes it took me to get there were possibly the longest 15 minutes of my life. As I pulled into the hospital, I kept saying to myself, "If I'm meant to be there for the birth, I will be." Over and over. As is the nature of birth work, I have missed births due to a very quick transition in the past and was afraid of this being the case again.
I quickly made my way up to the birthing room, only to find Laura perched pleasantly on the side of the bed. She was in incredibly good spirits, smiling and happy to see me, barely pausing through her contractions. She would hold on to her husband or the nurse, breathe quietly through each contraction, and come out laughing. "So, when are they doing the epidural??"
Once her epidural was placed, everything slowed down a little. Contractions spaced out, but Laura and Josh were quietly excited, knowing their sweet new human was going to be joining them shortly.
It wasn't long before grandparents showed up, and the excitement in the room grew to a fever pitch. Laura's contractions continued quietly on the monitor as we sat around and chatted, telling stories of childhood memories and parenting foibles. More and more minutes passed, and while it was calm and pleasant, each time someone entered the room, we wondered if it would be time to push.
Finally! Family members were asked to leave, and Laura started some directed pushing with each contraction. After the second or third push, Laura commented about how hard this work actually was. Her pushing was very effective, and it wasn't much longer before the doctor came in to catch the next contraction.
Two quick pushes later, and their sweet baby was born all at once into the world! All little bit stunned and very much in love, mama and daddy got to inspect their sweet baby girl.
Then two grandmas and a grandpa arrive, and the room is so filled with love it could nearly burst.
Because sometimes you're lucky enough to have the most perfect birth you can imagine.
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