I had been so worried that baby boy Powell would not come on his own and I would have to be induced again, just like I was with Maisie. I really wanted a homebirth and that wouldn’t be possible if I went over 42 weeks. At 41 weeks I went in for acupuncture. Let’s just say that was a bizarre feeling. Little needles in my hands, legs, feet and even my pinky toes! Then to the needles they hooked up little things that looked like jumper cables, which they ran some weird currents through. It was enough to make me sweat just sitting there. I went in for another treatment on December the 7th (almost 42 weeks) and was also prescribed and started on a homeopathic remedy to help me relax and not be so sad.
That same night I had a couple REAL contractions. I had been getting used to the Braxton Hicks, but had nothing more. Justin, Maisie, and I also had some really nice family time and had a little prayer all of us together. It was a special time that I will never forget. It was our last little night just the three of us.
Tuesday I woke up hopeful that baby boy would come on his own. At around 5pm I started getting contractions that were about ten minutes apart. They moved to about 5 minutes apart by 6:30. Justin made me a peanut butter and jelly sandwich (which I had one bite of) and I hopped in the bath, hoping to slow down labor as those contractions were painful! Yep, I was already chickening out! The bath did the opposite and I was in even more pain and the contractions became 1-2 minutes apart. This is when Justin decided it was time to call the midwife and doctor. I got out of the bath and labored in our bedroom lying down on the bed. I did notice when I just “let go” and relaxed, that the contractions were much more bearable. The midwife arrived at 9:30pm and checked to see how far along I was. I was SO happy to hear that I was already 5-6 centimeters! Labor became so intense and Justin was doing a great job applying pressure to my back. I wouldn’t have been able to do it without him there! At around 11pm, I was getting discouraged and asked the midwife to check me again because I just wanted it over with and didn’t think I could go on like this much longer. I was eight centimeters. I got in the bath again, which only made it more intense once again. I couldn’t handle being in the bath, so I got out and was going to make my way back to the bedroom.
Well, on my way to the bedroom, I had a contraction right in the entryway of our apartment! Let me just say that the entryway is the ONLY room Justin did not sweep and mop. It is where all our shoes are, Justin’s dirty bike, Maisie’s stroller, and then some furniture we found on the street that had not yet been cleaned. I ended up leaned over on one of the pieces of dirty furniture for my contractions.
(In the meantime, Maisie has woken up and was hysterical so Justin had gone back to comfort her and help her go back to sleep. While he was back there, I had an urge to push, so I did to have my water break all over the entry way and all over the doctor’s pants! Oopsy! Justin heard my water break and ran out to not miss the birth.)
Justin really didn’t want me to give birth in the entryway, so he was asking the midwife and doctor if I could move to the bedroom. I said I would, but then started getting another contraction and then out came his head! From the time my water broke it took about 20 minutes and my baby boy was out! Right there in our entryway! The embarrassing thing about this is that it is obviously right by our front door. The time I had him was 12:52am! I am hoping that nobody was just getting home because I know I was grunting, saying a few words that only one should say if they are pushing out an almost nine pound baby with no meds.
Baby boy came into the world with something to say. He screamed for the first 1 ½ hours of his life outside of the womb. It surprised me as this is opposite of what Maisie did. As he was coming out, the cord was not only wrapped around his neck, but also wrapped all around his body and shoulder. The doctor had to unwrap him before handing him to me!
It took us a day to name him and we finally decided on Matias Cutler Powell. I had always been set on Cutler for his first name (which is Justin’s dad’s middle name), but the pronunciation in Spanish is not so nice. Matias was given to our son in honor of my grandfather who was my most favorite man in the world and who passed away during the birth of our son. Matias was my grandpa’s dad’s name (my great-granddad). Matias means “gift of God” and that is exactly what our boy is! I think it is even fitting that the doctor “unwrapped” him before handing him to me! Our little gift of God! Matias Cutler Powell. 4 kilos, 51 cm
Stay tuned for a placenta story… if you dare!