Lets just clear something up before we get started... No, we are not hipsters... Yes, we named our son Axel... No, it is not because of Guns and Roses! Axel Edward was my Swedish Great Grandfather on my mother's side. I never met him but he was much loved by my grandmother and my mother. His son, my great Uncle was also Axel Edward although he went by Ed... and his son, my mother cousin, is also Axel Edward but goes by Eddie. Edward is also the middle name of my Grandfather on my dads side, Walter Edward. As well as Daddy Jon himself, Jonathan Edward. Basically his name covers every side of the whole fam damily! Axel Edward as been at the top of our boy list since we found out we were preggos with Leighton back in 2010. Luckily we had a boy this go round because Jon and I could not agree on a girls name to save our lives!
I'll share sweet baby boys birth story for prosperity’s sake... but if you want to skip it his newborn photos are posted below. Well, having a baby doesn't always go as planned and our newest addition is the
perfect example of that! Here is the story of his unexpected, but should
have been expected, entry into this world!
This kid had been breech the entire pregnancy. Everyone kept saying, “just give it time, he will turn." Well at 37 weeks he hadn't turned and my doctor said, let's talk about your options. I told her, #1 I don't what a c section since I have already ruined my lady bits having two normal deliveries so why ruin my stomach now.… and #2 I don't want to do anything to potentially harm my child. She told me that I had contradicted myself, so a C section was planned.
This kid had been breech the entire pregnancy. Everyone kept saying, “just give it time, he will turn." Well at 37 weeks he hadn't turned and my doctor said, let's talk about your options. I told her, #1 I don't what a c section since I have already ruined my lady bits having two normal deliveries so why ruin my stomach now.… and #2 I don't want to do anything to potentially harm my child. She told me that I had contradicted myself, so a C section was planned.
My
due date was the 17th (I thought it was the 15th) and I tried to talk my doctor
into a cesarean on May 5th... Can you imagine the cute but racist kids birthday parties
with piñatas, tacos, mini mustaches attached to straws, tres leches cake with margaritas and cervezas for the parents?! How awesome, right?!
Well, my doctor didn't agree and would only come down to the 6th and
refused the 5th, because it was too early.... Augh! So after some back and
forth we agreed on a scheduled C section on May 10th. 5/10/15.... Still a
pretty cool potential birthday date!
Everything was going fine, life was busy, some girlfriends surprised me with a baby shower brunch and a new baby swing....amazing! At this brunch we talked about babies and birth and I mentioned how I was nervous about going into labor because I had never actually "gone into labor.” I had been induced with both girls and had only felt contractions with Leighton. One friend said, you are crazy and you will know you are in labor.
Skip ahead to the end of that week.... May 7th and I am at a 4th birthday party with the girls. My friends are asking how I am holding up and I reply with, fine but I feel a little "off.” I didn't know what exactly was off, but my body just didn't feel normal. As I was driving home from the party and talking to Jon on the phone, I had my first big contraction of this story. I breathed through it and kept on heading home. I probably had one full-on contraction every hour until bedtime. I texted my friend, Rhonda, and she insisted that I call the nurses’ line at the hospital, so I obliged. I explained the situation to the nurse in the phone and she suggested I come in only because the baby was breech. Better safe than sorry, right?! So at midnight I put my bag in the car and drove myself to hospital..... Yes, I drove myself to Axel's birth! It's not Jon's fault as I insisted that the baby wasn't coming.... and our helper, Gina, was off that night and the next day and we didn't want to bother our "on-call friends" since it was so late at night in a situation that we weren't sure was even happening!
I got to the hospital a little after midnight and a midwife hooked me up to the monitoring machine for an hour. It appeared that I was having contractions although they weren't "too strong" and were very irregular. However, they did an ultrasound and baby boy was still breech so they went ahead and admitted me. I then had to walk to the ER and check myself in and come back to my room after doing so. On the way back to labor and delivery after checking in, I had a super strong contraction and I should have known then that this show was on the road. I got back to the room about 1:30 and after another strong contraction and getting checked, it turns out I was 3 cm dilated. I texted Jon that he might want to wake up our friends and have them come down so he could head to the hospital. Jon made it to the hospital around 3-3:30. Around 4:00 the nurses decided to unhook me from the machines and let me get some rest (funny joke) and to use the restroom. As I was peeing I had a ton of pressure and thought, shit I am going to be one of these ladies that has a baby on the toilet! Of course I didn't have the baby on the toilet and made it back to the bed. The midwife said, push the button if your contractions are more than 10 minutes apart and then she left.
Everything was going fine, life was busy, some girlfriends surprised me with a baby shower brunch and a new baby swing....amazing! At this brunch we talked about babies and birth and I mentioned how I was nervous about going into labor because I had never actually "gone into labor.” I had been induced with both girls and had only felt contractions with Leighton. One friend said, you are crazy and you will know you are in labor.
Skip ahead to the end of that week.... May 7th and I am at a 4th birthday party with the girls. My friends are asking how I am holding up and I reply with, fine but I feel a little "off.” I didn't know what exactly was off, but my body just didn't feel normal. As I was driving home from the party and talking to Jon on the phone, I had my first big contraction of this story. I breathed through it and kept on heading home. I probably had one full-on contraction every hour until bedtime. I texted my friend, Rhonda, and she insisted that I call the nurses’ line at the hospital, so I obliged. I explained the situation to the nurse in the phone and she suggested I come in only because the baby was breech. Better safe than sorry, right?! So at midnight I put my bag in the car and drove myself to hospital..... Yes, I drove myself to Axel's birth! It's not Jon's fault as I insisted that the baby wasn't coming.... and our helper, Gina, was off that night and the next day and we didn't want to bother our "on-call friends" since it was so late at night in a situation that we weren't sure was even happening!
I got to the hospital a little after midnight and a midwife hooked me up to the monitoring machine for an hour. It appeared that I was having contractions although they weren't "too strong" and were very irregular. However, they did an ultrasound and baby boy was still breech so they went ahead and admitted me. I then had to walk to the ER and check myself in and come back to my room after doing so. On the way back to labor and delivery after checking in, I had a super strong contraction and I should have known then that this show was on the road. I got back to the room about 1:30 and after another strong contraction and getting checked, it turns out I was 3 cm dilated. I texted Jon that he might want to wake up our friends and have them come down so he could head to the hospital. Jon made it to the hospital around 3-3:30. Around 4:00 the nurses decided to unhook me from the machines and let me get some rest (funny joke) and to use the restroom. As I was peeing I had a ton of pressure and thought, shit I am going to be one of these ladies that has a baby on the toilet! Of course I didn't have the baby on the toilet and made it back to the bed. The midwife said, push the button if your contractions are more than 10 minutes apart and then she left.
A
few minutes later I had a small contraction and only a few minutes passed
before the next one. Jon insisted that I push the button, but I
told him the contractions weren’t strong enough. After another
one he got up and pushed the damn button himself. The midwife came in and
I asked her to check my progress..... She said that she needed a "medical
reason" to check my cervix, so I calmly responded with, “I am telling
you to check and that is reason enough!”
Fifteen
minutes later she came back and checked me, looked at me very seriously and
said, "Do you feel pressure?" When I said yes, she left the room
without a word! A minute later the head midwife entered the room with two
nurses that started to set up the room for delivery. The boss then proceeded
to go elbow deep into my lady bits to see if the baby had turned head down or
not..... If there was ever a time in my life I wanted to punch someone in the
face, this was it. Oh my god!!! As she was getting to know my insides better, the midwife just kept saying, "yeah, I'm about 99.9% sure he has flipped. Yep, I think he has flipped (now she was beyond violating me) um, maybe 99% sure... I think". Jesus help me.... !
The
younger midwife then walked over to me and said, "you are about to have
this baby." I then asked when I was going to get my epidural..... She
slightly smiled and said it was too late to get one. I laughed
directly in her face and told her to call the on-call anesthesiologist and
I would cross my legs until he arrived. That's when she handed me the gas
and air (aka laughing gas) and showed me how to use it. I looked at Jon and
almost started crying and said, "This can NOT be happening.... FUCK
ME!" Sadly it was happening! Literally 5-10 minutes later my doctor
walking into the room, we shared a few words and then I had the end all be
all of contractions which caused my water to break... I closed my eyes and didn't open them until it was all over! All I remember is my
doctor yelling at the midwifes and insisting on gloves, feeling like I was
about to break Jon's hand because I was squeezing it so hard, and the
glorious gas and air mask that muffled my yells of pain.....
Three
minutes later Axel entered the world fast, healthy and head first! Just like that it was over..... I guess my body
decided it was okay to let go as soon as I saw my doctor.
Axel Edward was born on May 8th, 2015 at 5 something in the morning.... he was 21 inches long (I think) and 7.2 pounds (maybe). At the time of this post I couldn't find the paperwork that lists his stats... I promise to enter them correctly into his baby book.... whenever I get around to buying it! poor third kid!
I never planned for it to happen this way and I totally and openly judge other moms who choose not to have an epidural. It is 2015.... Not 1815.... Use modern medicine to your advantage ladies! Well, now I am part of the natural birth club. I will say although it truly sucked, I survived to tell the story(or maybe a month later I have just blocked it all out)! I cannot imagine going through that pain for 30 minutes, let alone hours.... But three minutes was totally doable and I will wear that natural birth medal with pride! We do get a medal right? I was going to hang it proudly next to my marathon medal.... please tell me I get something.... right? anyone... bueller..... bueller.... nothing, only a healthy child, damn it!
Axel Edward was born on May 8th, 2015 at 5 something in the morning.... he was 21 inches long (I think) and 7.2 pounds (maybe). At the time of this post I couldn't find the paperwork that lists his stats... I promise to enter them correctly into his baby book.... whenever I get around to buying it! poor third kid!
I never planned for it to happen this way and I totally and openly judge other moms who choose not to have an epidural. It is 2015.... Not 1815.... Use modern medicine to your advantage ladies! Well, now I am part of the natural birth club. I will say although it truly sucked, I survived to tell the story(or maybe a month later I have just blocked it all out)! I cannot imagine going through that pain for 30 minutes, let alone hours.... But three minutes was totally doable and I will wear that natural birth medal with pride! We do get a medal right? I was going to hang it proudly next to my marathon medal.... please tell me I get something.... right? anyone... bueller..... bueller.... nothing, only a healthy child, damn it!
So what have I learned from this whole process? You have to be your own
advocate and listen to your body!!!! No one knows your body like you do (and apparently I don't listen to mine). I knew I had fast
labors, I knew the last two times my body went from 2 cm to fully dilated in
about an hour and that was with being induced. I knew during the last two deliveries my contractions were
never "strong" (like 50-70 on the machine when most ladies are 100+
in active labor). So, I should have known to be my own advocate and
insist on an epidural when I was at 3cm. I should have been my own advocate and
insisted they call my doctor at the 3cm mark. I trusted the nurses and midwives too much and took their opinions into account at my own expense! And even though I felt
like I was clearly explaining my body's reaction to labor, I should have
been more forceful in conveying that to the staff. Jon claims
that I am just too nice in these situations and don't want to inconvenience
anyone..…Like my leg could be broken and I would still offer to take a friend’s
kid on a bike ride, because I had previously agreed to do so. On the
other hand, I just like to think I have a high threshold for pain. The reality
is probably somewhere in the middle.
Thank
god everything went smoothly, Axel was born healthy, and this story has a happy
ending! I still can't believe we have three kids.... I feel like Jon and I are
still kids hanging out and partying in college. Three freaking kids,
wow.... How did this happen?! Yes, I know how it "happened" all you
wise crackers out there (aka the Cumberworth's)!
I'll leave y'all with some of the photos from little buddy's photo shoot....
Now, those pictures of the three kids all together look adorable and everything appears to be natural and happy. However, the reality was that Corby was screaming in between timeouts, Leighton was not listening to our prompting and the room was probably 90 degrees so Axel was comfortable. Got to love Family photo shoots!
Until Later...
