After the hospital didn’t have a “latex free induction room” available I was sent home to wait with a restaurant like pager that lights up when I am allowed to give birth. After my due date came and went and my Mother-in-Law was due to fly back the next day I was forced to lie! I tricked my family into taking me into the hospital and that is when the nurse ratted me out and told me to go home and wait…
My husband takes me by the arm and I go back home to rock and sit and stare at that pager.
My MIL leaves.
The pager goes off.
I get my STUPID “latex free” room. The nurse hooks me up to the contraction belt and announces, “Why are we inducing you if your contractions are 1 1/2 minutes apart?”
The baby still hadn’t dropped. So I got pitocin and a glorious epidural and slept all night. I had Jim and both boys curled up on a little cot.
They had to wake me up to check to see if he had dropped. He had! It was time to push. We closed the curtain and set the boys on the other side with their goody bags. Two, four-year-olds in the same room. Lord help us all.
I asked the doctor if it is ok if I push three times on a contraction. She looked at me like I was crazy but told me I could.
I was 45 minutes into labor and I was keeping myself as calm and quiet as possible to not doubly scar my twins who were only a curtain away when the doctor announced…
“One more push and were going to have a baby!”
That curtain flew open so fast.
At my feet, where I wont let my (physician) husband stand and where a mirror has been banned is my OB and one of the twins, Avery.
Avery shouts, “Mitchell you gotta see dis! It’s soooooo BE-Scus-DING!”
I couldn’t push once yet alone three times. Thank God because the doctor wouldn’t have been there to catch the baby because she was bent over laughing. I am laughing. My husband is laughing and I have two four-year-olds standing “down there” looking at my business with their mouths hanging open as if they just found a pit of bullfrogs in their closet.
Out he came during the next contraction. Oh those boys clapped and jumped and cheered and sang, “Happy Birthday!” It was wonderful and unexpected and we won’t know for a few more years if we ruined the big boys.
Then they put Peter on the scale. I knew I was smarter than most doctors. 10 pounds 3 ounces.
This is a picture from the day he was born. I was burping him when he heard his dad and brothers talking behind me when he pushed himself off my shoulder and looked around to see them. I told you I have pictures of everything.
Thanks everyone for reading!
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I hesitated to even post the story because why does anyone want to read about another mom’s birthing story, right? If you noticed the “birthing” part is very short. I still cannot believe they were in the room. I cannot tell you how much they love that little guy and how much he loves them back. Would have never planned things to happen the way they did but that is why we don’t get what we pray for, right? Further proof God has a sense of humor and he has his own plan. I cherish the entire experience.
Thanks, again, for reading.
Now, this is a Great story!!–and I am usually not into the subject matter at all. God bless y’all–Have a blessed Easter.
We are in the “Monster Baby” club! I remember coming home and taking all of the newborn diapers off the changing table and sending my husband to go buy six month size! He was so big and strong as well. We always joked that we prayed he was healthy and well and could stand up to two big brothers. I guess he could hear me in there.
It is a long story so thanks for reading.
BTW, I am 5′ 3″ and my husband is 5′ 9″. I was an 8 1/2 pound baby for my poor mother who was 5′ 1″ I have no idea how big he is going to be but all my kids are small for their ages. My dad is about 6′ 3″ so we will see.
Absolutely charming story! I love the twins reaction!
My second child was 10.5 when he was born. The nurse came in with my son as the MIL of the patient next to me came I. Talking about the monster baby! “Monster baby!” the other patient mother said…”That baby was a toddler!”. I choked back tears and said “That monster baby is mine…all mine!” By the end of the visit…that MIL had held my baby more than her own grandson… “At least he doesn’t feel like he will break!” My son is now 21 and about 6’4″. Have a great day!