Welcome to Our Family, Lawson

On Thursday, Jennifer and I went to her OBGYN.  The doctors there were wanting to check up on her twice a week as she neared her due date, April 22. We saw Mary Beth, her favorite midwife (the practice we went to has both doctors and midwives. The doctor/midwife who delivers is whoever is on call that day), and had her cervix examined. She had gone from 1 cm on Monday to 3cm, which had Jennifer very excited as she was happy about the idea of getting her body back and not having everything  (back, feet, lady parts, etc) hurt anymore.

Look at the size of that thing

Later that evening, Jennifer and I went on a half mile walk around our neighborhood. It was around 6pm and Jennifer’s contractions started happening more frequently, but were still not regular or painful. We went to bed, half expecting to need to get up at some point in the middle of the night to go to the hospital. Thankfully, we didn’t need to and I got a good night’s sleep. Jennifer didn’t, but she hasn’t had a decent sleep for two weeks now so that wasn’t anything new. Around 8am Jennifer’s contractions started becoming painful. We called the OBGYN and they told us it was “go time” and to head to the hospital. 

 

Happy because she has no idea what's coming

We got into our room and the nurse checked Jennifer again. She was very uncomfortable at this point, so we weren’t very surprised when the nurse told us she was 5cm. Unbeknownst to us, our nurse wasn’t an active duty type nurse. From what we could gather through hedged comments later, she was more of a coordinator nurse type. All the pregnant ladies in the area decided they wanted their babies to be born on Good Friday, so the staff at the Snuggery (the Glens Falls Hospital Maternity Ward) was spread thinner than usual. They sent Jennifer’s blood work to the lab where it would need to be tested before the anesthesiologist could give her an epidural.

Fifteen minutes later things became very unpleasant for Jennifer. Like, screaming, flailing arms, bite down on a wallet or belt or husband’s arm or else you’ll bite your tongue off unpleasant. Another fifteen minuets later, one of the doctors from her OBGYN (Dr. Guido) was on the floor for another patient and heard her yelling. He came in, did another inspection, and called her at 8cms. The anesthesiologist hadn’t been sent for yet, and they were still waiting for her blood work. Dr. Guido left to go see if he could find a way to expedite the process because on the pain scale, Jennifer was an 11.

It took almost an hour from when they took Jennifer’s blood work for the anesthesiologist to arrive. Jennifer was braver and stronger than about 98% of all men or women during that hour. She would have a contraction, be in what I can only assume to be the worst pain of her life, then spend 3 minutes catching her breath and apologizing for yelling so loud. Thankfully, the anesthesiologist finally arrived, stuck Jennifer in the back, and her pain quickly subsided. But not before she had successfully terrified all the other expecting mothers in the Snuggery who had wanted their babies on Good Friday but now probably didn’t want them at all.

Dr. Guido came back in and found Jennifer fully dilated. We could have started the pushing then, but we wanted to give the baby a little while to work out the Nubain they gave Jennifer while waiting for the epidural. And Jennifer wanted to wait for Mary Beth, who was on call that evening. Around 4pm, Jennifer and Mary Beth decided it was time to start the actual pushing portion. They broke her water and found a small amount of meconium. They weren’t too worried though as it wasn’t very thick and commenced with the pushing. Jennifer’s mom Karen and I helped Jennifer into a variety of unladylike positions as Mary Beth guided and stretched and coached her through her labor. Afterward, Karen (an RN herself) explained Mary Beth had done an excellent job through the whole delivery, and had given Jennifer more attention and care than all of her previous doctors for her five deliveries combined.

Around 6pm the labor was wrapping up. The baby’s head had been visible for a while and was finally making its way down and out. It finally crowned and I got to see the head come out from my position of holding Jennifer’s knee up to her belly. The hairy top of his head came out and kept coming. And coming. And coming. Still no face. I’ve seen several birth videos and documentaries but and I knew the head came out misshapen but I swear this was the longest and strangest looking one ever. At last his face came out. The umbilical cord was wrapped around his neck. Mary Beth noted it, got her fingers between it and his neck, and got some space between the two before Jennifer pushed him any further out. I’m not sure if the umbilical cord being there was a high risk or dangerous or whatever. I would naturally think it might be, but the way Mary Beth was so cool and calm about the whole thing made it all seem normal. 

Worth the wait? Only time will tell...

After two more strong pushes, Jennifer squeezed out Lawson Worth VanDerwerken at 6:18pm. He came out gross. Not the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen by any means. Also, he was too blue for the liking of the nurses and grunting so they took him over to their newborn station and starting working on fixing him up. His arm was in front of his face during the delivery so it needed a lot of coaxing and rubbing to get the blood circulating to his hand. Also, he had swallowed some of the meconium and was having trouble expanding his lungs all the way until the nurses sucked out his airways with a vacuum. The nurses didn’t look too worried at any point though, so Jennifer and I patiently waited 30 minutes while the nurses worked their magic and Mary Beth sewed up some small tearing Jennifer had on the way out. 

He doesn't know it yet, but he loves dinosaurs

All in all, we couldn’t be happier. Jennifer is healthy, Lawson is healthy. We’ll be heading home tomorrow and are grateful for the newest member of our family.