It’s been four months since little Avery was born into our family. Honestly, I really can’t tell you where time has gone since the day she has arrived. It’s been some of the best months in our family’s lives filled with lots of joy, love, and chaos. The days seem to be flying by between the busy schedules of my older children, chasing around a preschooler, & nursing a baby every couple hours. It’s wild. It’s exhausting. And honestly, there really is nothing else I would rather be doing. Even if it means no showers, lackluster lunches, & long sleepless nights:) Today, I wanted to share Avery’s birth story. It’s a day to remember & one that I don’t want to forget, even if it took me four months to tell it. So let’s rewind back to Tuesday, January 10, 2017. A day that I will never forget…
It was a normal day for our family. It was two days before my due date without any signs of Avery arriving. My husband went to work & my two oldest kids got on the bus for another school day. My mom has been visiting with us for a few weeks now, thinking that a new baby may already be here and to help with the older siblings. We spent the morning of running errands and going out to lunch before we dropped Abby off for her afternoon preschool class. I dropped my mom off to rest at the house and made my way over to the doctor for the regular weekly appointment. Honestly, I thought Avery would already be here since my two previous children (Abby & Andrew) were born about 2 1/2 weeks early. But, there really were no signs of her coming. No contractions that I noticed. Nothing abnormal happening. And honestly, I still felt super healthy. I was walking four miles every morning on the treadmill & went about our daily activities totally fine.
As I was reading with Andrew, my kindergartener, I started to feel a little uneasy, like maybe I was having contractions. I thought that it must be a few Braxton Hicks contractions that will go away as soon as I sit down and rest because after my discussion with the doctor, I was pretty sure that this baby was not coming for a little longer. I finished bedtime stories & tucked him in bed before heading down the stairs right around 8:30-8:45. My husband had just arrived home from work and was talking to my mom around our kitchen island. I mentioned that I “thought” I may be having some slight contractions but no worries, I think they will go away once I sat down to rest.
While I was sitting on the couch, I was surprised by the intensity of the contractions. They definitely were strong, but then again…I haven’t been in labor and almost four years so maybe this was normal and I just forgot how early labor was. By 9:15, the contractions were three minutes apart & were getting much more intense. It’s funny how you forget the basics of labor so honestly, I was on Google trying to figure out when to call the doctor and when we may have to head into the hospital. I was so certain that we should wait at least an hour just to see what happens, but my mom made it very clear that we needed to get ourselves to the hospital and stop waiting around.
So with some prodding from my mom, I headed upstairs, finished packing my bag, and we loaded in the car. I still wasn’t sure that this was “the moment” but off we went. I called the doctor from the car (& thankfully his partner was on call at the hospital) and even better, my husband had to take a work call over the car speaker as we drove to the hospital. So while I was having contractions every two to three minutes, there was a colleague of my husband’s (thankfully a dear friend) talking “work” over the speaker phone. Honestly, I wasn’t still “sure” that the baby was coming and felt a little silly heading to the hospital if the baby wasn’t on the way yet.
We arrived to the hospital at 10, checked in, and were sent to an exam room to check my progress. The nurse was asking the routine standard questions and the pain was getting so much more intense. But then again, I didn’t say too much because I was trying to just be strong & patient with the nurse so I answered the questions indicating that the pain was maybe a “three”. Finally, after all the random questions, the doctor came in to check around 10:35. As soon as the doctor checked me and with the pain becoming very intense, I knew that something was happening. I was already at a seven (with the contractions just starting about two hours before) & she said this baby is coming. And soon! They quickly hooked me up to a couple IVs and rushed me up to the delivery room. And I mean rushed.
It’s been four months since Avery has arrived & I couldn’t be more thankful for this addition to our family. It’s hard to believe that our little girl who arrived into this world as a brand new baby is about to start scooting, eating solids, & sitting up. When I think about this girl, I feel so happy and blessed. She is a true gift and we couldn’t be more thankful for this sweet & happy baby that has become the perfect addition to our family.