Friday, March 26, 2010

Welcome, Gabriel

Wednesday afternoon I was sitting in my office when I leaned back in my chair, and for just a second imagined what it would be like if Rachel were to go into labor. It wasn't a far fetched dream, since we were officially 5 days late.

Just then my phone started singing Rachel's ringtone. "Guess what babe!" That was the beginning of a really long night. Rachel was having strong contractions about 15-20 minutes apart, and although this had happened before, she knew instinctively that this was the real deal. I came home a few minutes later to go on a walk and think though our plans. I have to admit that I was pretty skeptical-  I didn't want to get my hopes up and be let down yet again. After a while, though, it was clear that this was it. Since she was still so early in labor, we thought it would be best that Rachel's mom and sister continue to take care of her while I go back to the church for another hour or so.

By 9pm there was no doubt! My mind was all mixed up and foggy, so I called a quick meeting with Rachel's mom and sister to make sure we had everything set. We decided to try and get Aisha and her cousin Lyla to bed before we took off to the birthing center. Rachel was having contractions about every 5 minutes, and they were stong enough that she was starting to groan through them.

We left for the birth center at about 11pm. When we arrived we learned that Rachel was at 3 cm and 80% effaced. The midwife got us right into our room. Rach labored like a pro. As each contraction came and went she would moan with a deep "ooooooooooh", like we learned in our childbirth classes. Feeling a little odd making bovine sound effects, Rach asked us to moan with her - then quickly shushed me because my voice was too low and annoying. Melissa moaned with her through every contraction - she was a huge encouragement to Rachel.

At 2:45 am Rachel was at a 5+ and it was time to get into the tub. Contractions were coming fast and furious, and the tub provided huge relief! Rach was still having contractions, but she almost fell asleep! No wonder they call water the midwife's epidural! Just two hours later she was at 10cm and pushing. I can't tell you how proud I was of Rachel. So much pain but such a sweet spirit! Our midwife Nivia was a pro - a short, 60 year old Jewish fireball from New York who has delivered nearly 5,000 babies. When Rachel was about to push she put her hands over her belly and prayed the most beautiful prayer of blessing in Hebrew- calling Gabriel to come out!

At 5:12 am the midwives let me help catch Gabe and bring him up to Rachels chest. He was breathing perfectly and enjoying the comfort of his mommy's arms. It took a little rub on his back to coax out a squak, then a good cry. He took to the breast instantly, then after about 30 minutes I cut the cord and the ladies began to attend to Rachel while Gabriel was cleaned up, weighed, and wrapped in blankets. Official stats: 9lbs. 2.5oz, 21 in.

We are amazed. Thank you, Faithful Father for giving us such a precious gift. Thanks for Rachel's strength, her incredible endurance, and for keeping both her and Gabriel completely healthy.

PS - Turns out the Jewish midwife's husband is a pediatrician - Gabe has a certain special appointment with him on the 8th day...



Tuesday, March 9, 2010

The Waddling Woman Waits

I should be headed to bed right now, but I couldn't help it - I had to write. Rachel and I are in the middle of this strange dreamworld where waiting and wondering and waddling are the consuming activities of every day. I wonder how many times we've said, "He could come today," or , "I think this contraction hurts more than the other ones have." Officially we aren't due until next Friday, the 19th, but Rachel's body is already running practice laps - so there's no telling.

Its hilarious. On one hand it kind of feels like Wednesday in the office and you remember that on Friday you are leaving on this huge vacation to Tahiti or something, and an electric zip of adrenaline sends kamikaze butterflies through your guts. On the other hand it is kind of like the feeling you get when the bell is going to ring in like 2 minutes and you know that it is "Manly Mondays" in football practice and you are about to go through something that might make you puke, but at the very least is going to leave you exhausted and sore. You really want to be there on the field but the self-preservation shoulder angel is screaming that you would be better off had you joined the chess club instead.

I can't wait to meet Gabe. Rach is amazing - she's beautiful and tough and I know she's going to do great. Aisha is getting a little jealous already (she's tired of this mystery boy that is already stealing the limelight). I know she'll make it, and learning to share won't be half bad.