Before my memory of Clementine's birth gets fuzzy,
I'm going to write it down. :)
Went to my midwife appointment.
She checked me and I was about 2-3' dilated.
41 weeks, 1 day.
Contractions on and off for the past week or so.
Went to see my chiropractor.
He gave me the "fight or flight" adjustment to help get things moving along...
for the 3rd time in the past week or so. :)
Then, went to Villa to take Alice swimming.
While watching the girls swim, I showed Carey how crazy
my belly was looking during contractions.
It would cone up on the right side...all lopsided.
Then, go back to normal in between.
It was Carey who noticed, "Seems like you're having a lot of contractions!"
I started timing them when I got home.
She was right!
About 30 seconds long, 1 1/2 minutes in between.
Maybe this was actual labor!
After we got the girls fed and in bed, I texted Carey that I think this is actually happening.
She came over and helped Ben and I get things in order...just in case.
We all tried to sleep a little, but that's when the contractions really got going.
Jessica, the midwife, came over at around midnight.
Ben was by my side every second.
He was amazing!
It was nice when we could relax and laugh a little in between the hard times.
(Oh, Jack. He was very concerned about what was happening.
Stayed close by all night.)
At around 3am, I got in the birthing pool.
Best. Thing. Ever.
However, after about an hour and a half, things had really slowed down.
Jessica and Ben encouraged me to get out of the pool to see if that helped.
Things went from, "This is the hardest thing ever. ever. ever."
to "I'm certain I'm dying." very quickly.
Carey said I was squeezing Ben's hand so hard that his thumb was turning blue.
Thankfully, it wasn't long before my body was ready and started to push.
I wanted back in the pool ASAP!
After about 15 minutes, she came!
There was no rushing around.
I sat in the warm water cuddling Clementine for a long time.
I cannot say enough about Jessica (on the left).
Her assistant, Katie, was really great, too.
So thankful for such a supportive birthing team!
Ben loved on Clementine while I took a shower and things were cleaned up.
Once I was checked and tucked into bed, we woke the big girls up to meet their baby sister.
Alice was ecstatic, of course!
She couldn't believe that Carey, Jessica, Nana, AND Clementine were all here.
At around 7am, Jessica did the newborn exam.
Ben cut the cord...
And weighed her...
8 pounds, 8 ounces.
After Jessica listened to her heart,
Alice sweetly asked, "What did it sound like?"
Jessica was quick to pass the stethoscope to Alice to hear.
(One of the many things I love about home birth!)
By 8am everyone was gone.
You never would've guessed there had been a baby born in our room a few hours earlier.
Carey went home to her sweet family.
Nana, being a total saint, took the big girls to her house.
It was quiet and time to rest.
Only regret: There's not even one picture of Carey from that night.
She was a HUGE part of Clementine's birth.
She helped get everything ready.
She was doing things before I could even ask.
I swear she can read my mind sometimes!
She took all of the photos,
read scripture when things got rough,
got anything we needed,
and so, so, much more.
She was our support person, our doula.
Ben said it best when he said, "How in the world are we ever going to thank Carey enough?!"
Then, as if she hadn't done enough, she brought us coffee this morning. :)
I'm at a total loss of words for how to say what my heart feels,
so for now I'll just simply say,
Thank you, Carey!