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From the beginning my midwife always said that Jubilee was an organized baby. She was the right size at the right time, she was in the right position at the right time and other little things that were ideal. Our appointments were boring and that was good. So, back to being organized, we did not get too far past the due date.
On Tuesday the 17th at around 9pm I began to notice early signs of labor. I had had Braxton-Hicks but this was different. It felt like little waves of menstrual cramps coming and going, and that was my first sign since I had read that it can feel like that. The feeling increased in intensity and I finally told David that I thought I was in labor. So he began to time the contractions (with an iphone app. hehe) and help confirm what I was thinking. There is no way I could have timed them myself. The rest of the night went like this: Me throwing up, in lots of pain, taking lots of showers and baths, trying to sleep, David rubbing my back, David being SOOOO nice. If I were the husband I would not have had such endurance. It is only because I was the one that had to birth the baby and go through the process that I had the endurance. David kept asking me if I wanted to go to the hospital and I kept saying no. I labored all night at home and was having hardcore contractions trying to decide that morning if I should go to my appointment at 10am or straight to the hospital. Instead we went to my aunts for her to check me (she is a midwife) since she lives close. This is when it got really exciting....
|Just decided to go to my aunts.|
I knew people were praying and I had lots of support (my husband, my mom, my aunts, sister, cousin, and midwife) were all apart of my labor. It was funny because I was delivering during peak H1N1 season when they were telling everyone NOT to go to the hospital, especially pregnant women and babies. I was only allowed to have 2 people in the room at a time, but I'm pretty sure there were about 7 and one of my aunts was hiding in the closet (praying) and scared my midwife! :) My midwife was cool as hell. She didn't kick anyone out and she allowed my aunt (the midwife) to be really hands on.
Soooooo, things are moving along. It is officially time to push: the spot lights are on, everyone is getting prepared for the baby's arrival, midwife is geared up, my coaches are ON FIRE! I push forEVER. Like HOURS. I'm eating ice, I'm doing yoga stretches, I'm puking some more. This thing is messy!!! At one point my contraction start to slow down because my uterus was tired and there was talk about putting me on pitocin (They couldn't get an IV in me at the start, which I was thankful for.) but since I didn't have a line already and my midwife said I was coping well, they didn't do it. My midwife suggested some natural remedies for bringing on contractions. They worked and knowing I was really close to being done and holding my baby I had the drive to continue.
My mom also played a huge role in encouraging me to continue because she could tell how close I was and I trusted her because she has 10 kids. Well the head starts coming out (and it keeps coming and coming and coming as David would say!) Then they tell me to touch the head and I'm so glad I did. I didn't think I would want to but it was worth it. It's just so real. This little person is coming out of you, someone that is completely innocent and helpless and someone I've gone through so much for. The soft, tiny little head is right there. That was so exciting to me. My little girl was right there. A few more pushes and she was mine. They coached me in the pushing, since this is not the sort of thing you want to just shoot out of you. I saw them (at this point my midwife let my aunt take over to deliver the baby!) DUMPING LOADS of LUBE on my aunts gloved hands. She guided the baby out WITHOUT me tearing! They place her on me and the first thing I noticed was how chubby her legs and buns were. I was completely surprised by what she looked like and was instantly in love. I didn't cry like I thought I would. I was just really happy to have my sweet baby.
We asked to have some time with her before we passed her around to all the family that had been waiting since like 10am. She got to nurse and we had some bonding time. She took right to breastfeeding and has really loved it ever since. Like REALLY loves it especially at night while I'm trying to sleep. So that is it. Three days past the due date and twenty-three hours of labor my 8 1/2 lb, 21 in. babe was born.
We named her Jubilee Ann Adair. A Jubilee year is the forgiveness of debts, release of slaves and a time of rest. It is redemption. Jesus forgives us, sets us free and give us rest. He redeems us. It means other things as well but this is what sticks out to me and how I understand it. I love that meaning and hope that she understands it even more than I do. Ann is my mom's middle name, David's mom is Leann, and I am Anna. That is kind of self explanatory and it means "favored grace".