Brittney had been having more Braxton-Hicks contractions than any of the other pregnancies over the past couple of weeks, with spells of consistent contractions spread out over days. At the checkup on Wednesday, she was already at a 3, which was a new thing to be even that far along so early. The doctor stripped her membranes and we went about the rest of the day like normal. Brittney had mild contractions through most of the day, but they were light enough to be hard to notice if she was doing anything besides just sitting still.
As we were getting in bed around 11 pm she said that she had had several in the last 10 or 15 minutes, and I could tell by the look in her eyes that they were gradually causing her more and more distress. We decided to start timing the contractions and see how often they were coming. The hard thing was that we were both already tired at the end of a long day and ready for bed. A few times in the past week or so this had happened before and Brittney went straight to bed to try and get some sleep in case she went into serious labor during the night sometime. This time, Brittney laid there for a few minutes but said that the discomfort was too much to sleep through. At least she had fallen asleep on the couch for maybe an hour earlier that evening watching a show while I was doing some work on my laptop. The contractions were coming 3-4 minutes apart and lasting about a minute each. And they gradually got more and more painful as time went on. We were worried about waking up our 'on-call helpers' for no reason if the contractions were to stop. Brittney kept saying, "ok, we'll call them after one more really serious one." She probably said that 10 times. About 1:15 am we decided that this was probably really happening and that we should go in to the hospital. Our first 'on-call helpers' weren't actually able to come over when we called for the 2nd time to say, "This is really for real, come on over" So we made another call to our dear friend, Sharon Leigh, to come over and be with the kids during the night. Brittney took a shower and got ready and I gathered everything we thought we would need. Sharon came over but also needed to be home to teach seminary in a few hours so we needed to make sure the kids could be ready to leave our house for school by 6:00. We packed backpacks, and got out their clothes and wrote notes to teachers for pick-up arrangements in case labor went all day. By the time that we left Brittney was having to stop and focus on dealing with the pain of the contractions. It was really happening.
We arrived at the hospital around 2:30 am after having run a few red lights on the empty streets after waiting for way too long for them to change. Brittney was needing to moan slightly through contractions and was experiencing pain and shaking a lot. We entered the hospital through the emergency entrance. Brittney put her head down on her arms on the counter trying to get out, "I'm in labor."through another contraction. Fairly quickly she got put in a wheelchair and taken up to the labor and delivery ward. She got changed and into the hospital bed around 2:45 am. When the nurses first checked Brittney she was already at an 8! This was definitely really happening and being so far along gave us hope that we had already gone through a lot and that we might have enough energy to make it to the end. The nurses for the most part left us to ourselves and dealt with the contractions for about the next hour and a half. The nurse measured Brittney again and said that she was almost ready. Brittney asked the nurses to get the doctor to break her water for her, knowing that in the past that has really helped get to the end game sooner. Nobody came (apparently there were 7 babies delivered that night). After a half hour Brittney's water broke on its own and we had the nurse check things again. She said that things were good to go. Brittney hadn't really gotten the urge to push yet, but it gradually came. The nurse helped Brittney through the beginning pushes and pretty soon the moment for the final few pushes was there. The doctor arrived just in time and at 5:05 am out came the baby!
His mouth was full of fluid and so it took about 30 seconds for the nurse to get it cleaned out. We've never had to wait very long before to hear that beautiful cry and those 30 seconds seemed REALLY LONG but once the fluid was all cleaned out we heard some good strong crying from him. We put him on Brittney's chest straightaway and he calmed down after a little bit. The afterbirth process seemed harder than any previous babies, and it was clear that Brittney was both at the end of her rope and in a lot of pain. She held baby and they both just cried. It seemed to take forever before that was all through.
Brittney was able to keep Maxwell on her chest for almost an hour and a half, during which Brittney gave him his first experience with breast-feeding, and after a few false starts he did pretty well. Brittney really wanted to change gowns and get Maxwell and her all cleaned up (he had peed on her fairly early on) and so asked the nurse to come clean, measure and wrap him and make sure all was in order. The nurse swooped him up and took him away to do all that stuff. We were surprised how long this process took - a few hours! In the meantime we switched rooms and got settled in. I frequently went down to watch how he was doing in the nursery and he seemed to be sleeping like a champ.
Brittney was really anxious to have him back and got all ready to go walk to the nursery herslef to see him but they brought him back before she got out the door. The rest of the time at the hospital has been spent feeding him and trying to get some rest ourselves. We were both so tired after a night without sleep. Around 1 pm I went to get the kids out early from school and Freddy from the Leigh's so they could all meet their new brother. They were all super excited and so well behaved. Freddy was a little tentative and skittish around Maxwell but his words were filled with wonder and joy. It was so fun to be all together.
After the kids visit I took them home to get clothes packed for one more night at friends' houses. Freddy and Gwen slept at the Leigh's and Alec and Charlie at the Gines'. Then I got some food and made my way back to the hospital. After dinner we turned in. Brittney tried to sleep in snatches throughout the night, feeding Maxwell every 2 hours or so, but attended to all her and Max's needs by herself giving me get a decent night's rest (for a hospital) and we are both feeling a bit more rested today, although still significantly more tired than normal.
Everything has gone well today and we are checking out of the hospital around 1 pm. Maxwell weighs 6 lbs 13 oz at discharge and has been doing so well with his eating today. Yesterday he was so tired and we had to try really hard to wake him up enough to eat. I always am so much less worried about things once the feeding seems to take hold.
We are so excited to head home and start our new life together as a family of 7. Wow, that will take some getting used to! We are so grateful for all of our friends and family for their support and love.
