Our son, Dylan Graham, was born at 3:45 PM on a beautiful fall Monday. While this seems so matter of fact, the events leading up to it were full of pain, tears, joy, apprehension, and excitement.
After church we hosted our friends Bill and Jill for lunch and fellowship. Since they had recently moved back to the area, it was a good time to catch up. During lunch, I begun to feel small contractions. Small contractions a few weeks before delivery is normal, so I paid little attention to them. However they continued into the night. We went to bed at 9:30 since the contractions seemed to lessen then. Since the due date was still 11 days off and I had no previous signs of a nearing labor, I assumed they would go away.
But the contractions resumed with varying intensity at a continued through the night. With little hope of sleep, I took a bath and tried to read. Finally around 6:30 the next morning with the contractions not ceasing, I decided to call the doctor. The doctor said to go to the hospital and get checked out. If the progress was not much, the hospital would send me home.
We quickly assembled the remaining items to be packed and ate breakfast (see picture of me eating Wheaties). The toilet overflowed right before we left and Martin had to quickly clean it up. We made the trip to the hospital expecting to be sent home in the rush hour traffic.

After a few unnecessary laps around the hospital (we missed Registration on the way to Labor & Delivery) the triage nurse removed the idea of heading home. I was already 3 cm dilated and fully effaced.
Soon thereafter (around 9am) we found ourselves in Labor & Delivery Rm 13. Fearing this was some sort of omen, my pain continued, mostly in my back. Fetal monitors were attached and the back pain was excaberated by having to lay in bed. Dr. Anderson came in around 10am and suggested breaking the water to speed things along. I decided that the time wasn't right and decided to evaluate later. Plus, I really didn't believe it would work. I just thought it would make my labor more difficult and not any shorter.
I had gone in with hopes of not having an epidural unless I really couldn't deal with the pain. Fortunately, this allowed me freedom to move around since the monitors were only necessary 15 minutes out of every hour. Martin helped me walk around the ward. The best position during the contractions was to lean on something (almost anything and everything was used), sway back and forth, and have Martin massage my lower back.
Contractions seemed to come in groups. This, along with the back labor, was indicative that the baby was facing forward instead of backward. After little progress I decided to have my water broken around 2:00pm. Shortly after, the contractions became more frequent (the end of one and beginning of another were indistinguishable at time) and at a higher intensity. (My contractions never were regular during the whole labor. So the whole wait to go to the hospital until your contractions are 5 minutes apart and last for a minute and continue for an hour would not have worked for me.)
The nurse kept me the monitors on longer and the pain became more and more unbearable. Finally around 3:00pm I decided to have the epidural. As the anestioligist was prepping, I began to feel the urge to push. When I announced this, he quickly backed away and got the nurse. The baby was coming and there was little time for an epidural.
The moment became incredibly emotional and passed so fast. A flood of people were in the room performing some function unbeknowst to Martin or myself. I bore down three times on each contraction. Martin and the nurse each held up a leg as I pushed. This was something I didn't feel prepared for. I didn't know that you weren't supposed to breath out during the pushing (unlike how you do when exercising). It's more forceful if you hold your breath. Then the labor nurse asked me if I learned in my childbirth class to count during the pushing or just push as I felt led. If we went over that i didn't remember. I found counting to ten helped me to push longer so I went with that. The doctor and labor nurse said I was a good pusher and they were impressed with how much he moved during the pushing. It didn't seem to me that he was moving. Dylan was low to begin with so it was more him (and all the prayers for a quick delivery) and not so much me (despite the Wheaties I ate that morning) that got him out so fast. After pushing for three contractions, the doctor rushed to put on another gown and there was a lot of preparations that now as I look back on it, meant that he was coming real soon. After the fourth contraction, Dylan came out the right way (with the umbilical cord wrapped around his neck though he never showed any signs of distress). I couldn't believe it had happened so quickly after I said I was ready to push. I remember knowing that his head was out and thinking the worst was over. After that, Dylan was quickly delivered onto my stomach and Martin cut the cord. The time was 3:45pm.
Dylan was given a number of tests (he got 8 & 9 on his Apgars), weighed (6lbs 8oz) and measured (19.5" long, 12 3/4" head, 12 3/4" chest). He warmed under the incubator and given Vitamin K ointment. After a while we were left alone to enjoy our first few moments together. He was so beautiful and so fragile. Until now, he had been abstract, not something we had seen. We've known that we loved him even before we saw him. But know we can see him and touch him. He is so precious to us.