The last couple weeks I haven’t been posting as much because my wife, son and I have been anxiously awaiting the birth of a new baby boy. On Saturday morning that birth finally happened. I am pleased to announce my second son Connor has been born. With my first son, my wife was induced so the labor was a slow process that lasted around 14 hours. This time around was the complete opposite. Her water broke around 1:25 am and Connor was born at 3:43.
When my wife woke me up we started to get ready to go quickly, but didn’t rush things. We made sure that everything was ready to go, called my mother in law to come watch my son and waited for her to arrive. About 20 minutes after we woke up, my wife said the contractions were around 2 minutes apart. At this point I really began worrying. Luckily my mother-in-law got to our house and we were headed to the hospital.
For those of you who haven’t done this yet, the drive to the hospital was one of the strangest and terrifying experiences. Since I was obviously driving I had to weigh in so many things such as how fast should I drive? Should I run a red light? Are we going to make it? I wanted to drive safe, but I had a bad feeling this labor was going much faster than expected. The last thing I wanted was to be delivering my own son on the side of the freeway at 2am.
We made it to the hospital and I could tell my wife was starting to experience a lot of pain. It seems like the hospital staff was just moving so slow. We had to get checked in, wait for someone to get us in to triage, wait for the examination, etc. While sitting in triage, all I could think about is the pain my wife was going through. I would feel so much better when we got into the room and she received the epidural. Unfortunately we had to wait to get a room and she needed to get a whole bag of fluid in her through the iv before she could get the epidural. Looking at that bag and seeing the amount of pain she was in, I felt that things were just moving too slowly by the hospital staff and too quickly with the labor.
Finally we got into the room and my wife was begging for the epidural. First she had to sign papers and consent forms. It was awful for her to jump through so many hoops to get the relief she needed. I stayed back trying to make her as comfortable as I could knowing my hands were completely tied.
Eventually the anesthesiologist made it to our room. Just as he was prepping her, she felt the need to push…..Looks like we….she had to do this the old fashion way. I was mortified as was she. It felt awful wishing there was something I could do, but once again my hands were tied. I stayed by her side and just said everything I could to encourage her. I looked at the anesthesiologist and felt bad as I could see he wanted to help but at this point there was nothing he could do. I thanked him for trying and turned back to my wife.
About 3-5 min later she gave birth to our son. After a couple minutes of intense screaming and pain it was over. I was so proud of my wife. I will admit that I had a tear or two in my eye, not from the birth, but more for the courage that she displayed. She didn’t like the idea, and did everything in her power to avoid it, but once she knew she had to do it, she gave it everything she had and fought through the pain.
In the end it worked out as she actually recovered a lot faster than she did with our first son. Once the baby was out things were downhill. To all of those future fathers out there, do everything you can to support the future mother. You may not feel like you have a lot of control, and you don’t, however make sure you are at their side and give them as much love as you can. Whether they get the luxury of an epideral or have to do it naturally, they are going through a lot to give you that kid. Make sure you let them know how special they are for doing so.