Every birthing story is different. Each is full of highs and lows, but the end result is well worth each pregnancy ache and pain. On Monday, April 3, 2017 at 8:34 PM at 39 weeks, we welcomed our second son, Duncan Emerson.
My doctors have deemed my cervix as “stubborn,” so I was induced first thing on the morning of April 3rd. I was induced at 39 weeks with my first born as well. All day I was hooked up to my long, lost friend, Pitocin.
Pitocin and I have a love-hate relationship. I love that it gets things started for my cervix, but I hate that it amplified the contractions I had been battling against the four weeks prior. From 8:30 AM to 4:00 PM we moved onward with limited progression.
I told my husband, mom, and sister to head out for dinner around 7 PM, because with my first-born, the moment they went to dinner everything started to takeoff. Call me superstitious. I thought if they left for dinner the same thing would happen this time around. This wasn’t the case.
On the same day as my scheduled induction, our beloved UNC Tar Heels were playing in the NCAA Finals. The game was to start at 9:27 PM and I just knew Duncan was going to make his appearance right at the start of the game or during it (clearly Duncan was a lucky charm for the Tar Heels – #GDTBATH).
While they were at dinner, my doctor checked-in and broke my waters. I closed my eyes and whispered to myself “alright Duncan, you got this kid! Let’s make a move.” As everyone returned from dinner and settled back into the room, expecting the baby to arrive hours later, my nurse came in and rotated me to my side. It was when she rolled me to the left that it all started to happen.
The pressure and the contractions during those moments went from 0 to 60. The nurse checked me out and then looked me in the eyes and said, “it’s time to have a baby.” I was convinced it wasn’t, because it felt so different from my last pregnancy, but sure enough, it was TIME!
My doctor came in, suited up, and stated the standard phrase, “are you ready to push?” Now, it took 15 minutes of pushing to welcome my first born. I had a tendency to gloat about how fast and determined I was to push him out, but I definitely beat my record this time around. It took 4 pushes and 4 minutes, yes 4 minutes, to meet Duncan Emerson. There is nothing like the relief, both physically and emotionally, when you finally have your child.
Until later, I was not aware that the quick transition caused the umbilical cord to wrap around his tiny little neck. My doctor and nurses worked quickly to manage the situation, and thank goodness they did, because he soon turned a plump pink in color and quickly let out his first cries. When I heard him cry, I started to cry! My baby was here.
When I looked into his face, I saw a glimpse of my oldest son and all of the sweet memories of his birth came back. In just a matter of minutes, my life quickly went from a small family of 3 to a happy family of 4. My love expanded that day. The aches and pains I previously mentioned, all floated away.
Each nightly feeding, poopy diaper, and spit-up stained shirt puts a smile on my face. They are the signs of a mother. I wear them all with pride. These symbols of mommyhood not only mean I have two little ones to love and who love me back, but that I am responsible for raising awesome human beings. Lookout world! The Earnhardt boys are going to make a true difference in the lives of many.