Olive: A Birth Story

Not only did we have the honor to throw our friend a shower, but we also got to be present for her daughter’s birth. Holly asked us a couple months into her pregnancy and Becky and I have been anxiously awaiting ever since. I’ve never seen a live birth other than my own and I suspected they were nothing alike. Boy is that an understatement. At 8 am, David wrote us and said Holly was in labor. We waited for “the text” that gave us the green light to come over and finally, at 1am, we got it. At 1:30am, the midwives, me and Becky arrived and for 7 hours we did nothing but wait. But Holly was working very hard.  We waited, talked, waited, read, checked Twitter [which is very uneventful at 4am] waited, got breakfast, waited and finally at 7:30am she was 10 cm. At 9am they broke her water. The next 45 minutes were brutal for Holly and I actually teared up several times seeing her in such pain. And being just 6 months out of going through my own labor, I remember the pain very clearly. I knew exactly what she was feeling and it made me cringe for her. There are many moments in a woman’s labor that would only occur in an instance where intense pain and extreme joy come together. And since it is such a brief moment in time [relatively] they are fleeting. One of these moments came right before Holly began pushing and David got down and started talking to Olive. I don’t know what he said, but I suppose I wasn’t meant to. 😉...

The birth of my son

We went to bed after watching Conan and I had been having contractions all evening, but really didn’t think anything of it. I was a week overdue again and didn’t let myself get my hopes up every time I had contractions. I had been having them for 2 weeks, but they always stopped throughout the night. So it was like any other night, I gave Harper a bath, spent time with John, watched Conan for a little bit and fell alseep. At 2 am, the pain woke me up. I laid in bed for awhile and the contractions didn’t stop. I decided to start timing them and they were all exactly 5 minutes apart. I laid there until 3 and decided to wake John up. I told him I was gonna take a shower and start getting ready to go to the hospital. It was early early Tuesday morning and my sister was scheduled to get her chemo at 8 am. All week I got more anxious as each day passed because I wanted her in the room with us when he was born. I begged God to let her be there, to let us share his birth and when I went to bed Monday night, I fell asleep with a heavy heart knowing the time frame had come to a close. Early that morning, while it was still dark and silent outside, as I was getting ready I started to cry, thanking God that Mary might still be able to be there. It was early enough in the morning that she still could be able to make her...