On to Max's story ... I stayed up late sewing Wednesday night, crawled into bed around 12:30 am early on Thursday and started feeling a little crampy. I planned to drift off to sleep and wake up in the morning, but by 1 am I was definitely having consistent birth waves. My water broke at 2:20 am and I nudged Dominic with the news. He responded with, "That's exciting" and rolled back over, he was fast asleep ... hahaha! After a visit to the bathroom I had another big gush. Things were definitely happening so I sent texts to our birth team and woke up Dominic for real. I still planned to try and rest/relax for the remainder of the night as I assumed I had quite a few hours ahead of me.
A little side note about birth location ... Throughout my pregnancy we had plans to birth at a birth center, but then considered renting a fancy hotel room or timeshare. This would allow us more of the freedoms of a homebirth. An actual homebirth wasn't an option since our birth team was located about 1.5 hours north which put us out of their homebirth range.
Contractions picked up big time and by 3:30 am our doula and birth photographer arrived. Our midwife team was en route as well. I was nearing transition at this point and Dominic, our doula, and midwife were making a fresh plan. There was no traveling in my future! Dominic was to unpack the car and set up at home. There was no doubt in anyone's mind that Brother would be arriving at home - whether or not the midwives could make it in time!
Around 4:30 am, I pushed out baby's head while I was leaning over the bathroom counter. Contractions continued, but our little man was a bit stuck. Our amazing doula was relayed instructions by Dominic who was on the phone with our midwife. The instructions were to have me move onto my back and have Dominic pull my knees to my ears so the doula could reach inside me and under baby's armpits. Eek! She was super calm the whole time and we are extraordinarily blessed to have had her with us!
At 4:41 am on August 9th our sweet baby was in my arms! Happy, healthy, and excited to nurse :) Our midwife and her two assistants arrived shortly after, assessed everyone as healthy and we snuggled into bed after a few stitches.
Later in the day we landed on the name Max Valentine for our 10 pound, 4 ounce, 20.5 inch long boy. Max was my great-grandma's brother's name and Valentine has been in our family as a middle name for generations. Max Valentine means "great strength" which matches perfectly with the Bible verse we chose for him ...
But those who hope in the LORD will renew their strength. They will soar on wings like eagles; they will run and not grow weary, they will walk and not be faint.I'll definitely be posting more pictures and fun stories of my two littles amidst all the great guest posts I have lined up. Ah ... I can hardly believe I have two sweethearts now! I'll be posting lots on Facebook too - which links to my Twitter - so be sure to like me there for up-to-date info!
P.S. Our photographer left for a four day vacation a few hours after Max's birth - talk about perfect timing! So, when she gets back I'll have fabulous birth photos and more details to share!