I love to read birth stories. Each birth is different and a wonderful miracle worked by God. I’ve already recorded Malachi’s birth story on here and would like to include Kaylee’s as well.
Kaylee was due on January 15, but we were really hoping that she’d come a bit early. My dad was going to be here for a brief visit so everyone was praying that he’d get to meet her before having to leave (my mom was here for much longer). Dad arrived on Thursday, January 12. That day I had some suspicions that labor might not be far off, but I didn’t want to get my hopes up. We had a great family dinner and game night and before leaving to go to bed, Dad leaned down, patted my tummy, and said, “OK, Kaylee, it’s time to come now!”.
I went to bed early that night (again, suspicions), but I woke up at 11:30 with contractions. I timed a few curious about how long and far apart they were, but I was able to go back to sleep and sleep fitfully until 2:30ish. At that point, I had to get up and start working on managing the discomfort. Managing the contractions was a lot better this time around as I had some experience to draw on as well as new ideas to try. Ice for back pain? Yes, please. I also was able to use my exercise ball a lot more effectively. One thing that was helpful was to concentrate on some other sensation such as tapping my fingers or having my shoulders rubbed.
Stephen woke up around 4 and started to help me through the contractions. We decided around 6 to go ahead and let my parents know what was going on so that they could come over and help with Malachi. When he got up, he could tell something was going on and was very sweet in trying to comfort me.
We decided that it was time to go to the hospital around 8 the next morning. At our little hospital, you are first put into a “receiving room” where they can assess your progress and decide to send you to a labor room or a delivery room. Almost as soon as we arrived, my water broke so we were sent to a delivery room. Contractions significantly ramped up as soon as my water broke. When we got to the room, I picked up the birthing ball and put it on the bed to lean on. The midwives worked on getting the monitors and IV set up. About 3 strong contractions later, I suddenly felt the urge to push. I think the midwives were a bit surprised as they hadn’t even gotten the IV started yet. And just a little bit later, Kaylee made her entrance into the world at 9:04! It was a good thing we went to the hospital when we did! I was still standing by the bed, but I climbed right in so I could snuggle my girl. We stayed in the same room for another couple of hours while we got to know our little girl, and all the other after delivery stuff was taken care of. Then we were moved to our room on the maternity floor. We were impressed with the care we received and the willingness of everyone to work with our “weird” American practices and desires.
Our squishy little precious newborn!
My parents and Malachi came later that day to meet Kaylee. Malachi didn’t quite know what to make of the hospital and the new baby, so the visit was short. We were able to go home the next day. We had had a beautiful snowstorm that weekend, and the school parking lot was dotted with snowmen including a snow-mama with a new baby!
The funnest snowman I’ve ever seen!
Snuggles with Dad.
One of my new favorite pictures…Malachi getting to know his little sister.
Funny things about birth in France? They want you to dress your newborn in a onesie, footie jammies, socks, sweater, gloves, and a hat. This while the radiators are on full blast. My first meal after giving birth was moules frites…that’s mussels and fries. For an uncomplicated, regular delivery, a normal hospital stay is 5 days.
One of my favorite memories of this labor? My sweet son, knowing that something was going on with Mama, laying his head on my shoulder to comfort me and bringing me his stuffed animals.
We are super thankful for our little girl and for an uncomplicated pregnancy and delivery. God blessed us in so many big and little ways!