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Hey there, Delilah January 20, 2014

Filed under: 9 Months,Going Crunchy,Labor and Delivery,Life Is Good — themamabeth @ 11:02 am
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At the beginning of January, I had a day of cramps and general discomfort. It was a not very fun day, Jake was at work and I couldn’t figure out if I was being labor-ish or not. When he came home that night and I told him how I was feeling, he made an executive decision that the next day we’d head to Phoenix to wait for the baby.

I was decidedly uncomfortable in the car during the drive down, but the closer we got to town and the more I relaxed, the better I felt. Once we were there and unloaded, I stopped having cramps, stopped feeling rotten and pretty much just reverted back to just being regular pregnant, not about-to-go-into-labor pregnant.

So, we hung out in my mom’s two-story condo, with no yard, two big dogs and three kids who had been pulled out of their house without any warning. Every morning Adeline would ask me “Is baby Delilah here today?” and then be disappointed when I was still pregnant.

The more time that went by the more frustrated I got. We could have been home! I was fine, barely a twinge.

After we had been there a little over a week, my mom took the girls out for the day to give Jake and I time to just hang out and do whatever we wanted together (for, like, the eighth time since we’d been there. My mom is amazing.). We kind of putzed around for the afternoon, and I took the dogs for a walk before we headed out to do…stuff. We went to some stores-Jake’s willingness to wander around Joann’s with me never fails to make me all gooey inside-and then out to eat. The last time we’d gone out to eat, I’d had an anxiety attack in the restaurant and it wasn’t so fun. This time, I was feeling similarly, and I though for some reason I had developed an aversion to restaurants. It was a dinner I had long been looking forward to though, so I ignored how I was feeling and although we kind of left in more of a hurry than we normally would have, we still ate and it was still nice.

I wasn’t feeling a whole lot better when we got back to my mom’s and I ended up falling asleep on the couch after everyone else had gone to bed. I got up and went upstairs, still feeling not great and there were cramps added in this time too. I read for a little while, and ended up falling asleep again. I woke up again with the cramps, and…my water broke.

Based on previous experience-my water breaking while the baby was actively being born-I was feeling a liiiiitle frantic. I woke Jake up and changed into different clothes so we could leave. He isn’t the world’s faster waker-upper, and I don’t think I quite articulated my panic to him so it felt like he took foreeeeeever to get ready to go. I’m thinking, do you really need to brush your teeth? I told my mom we were heading out, and we paged the midwife to let her know too. She called back before we could even get out the door and let me know she’d be there with the tub ready.

The drive was uneventful, I had some cramps and maybe one or two contractions. I had been stressing out the entire week that I’d go into labor during a time of day that would force us to drive to the birth center during rush hour, and since it was Saturday morning that fear was gone, but the new fear of construction zones popped up. Luckily it was smooth sailing, and the light to turn left off the freeway was even green when we got to it. What are the odds?

We got to the birth center and…nothing. The tub was ready, the midwife was ready, Jake and I were ready, but apparently the baby wasn’t. The assistant (apprentice? I’m not sure of her title) got there and we got settled in. The room is set up like a bedroom, there’s a bed, chair and nightstand, and an attached bathroom. I swear that full tub was mocking me, because after all of my panic and rush, I wasn’t even having contractions, cramps or anything.

So, we slept. I ate, we slept. We watched TV, I slept. I ate again, and slept some more. I went back and forth between waking up cheerful and optimistic (this will surely be the hour something happens!) to being discouraged and frustrated (calculating how many more hours until I’d be facing a hospital transfer). It was easier to just sleep than to worry, so I slept. Since I had left the house sure I’d have a baby in my arms by lunch time, as the afternoon went on I got more and more anxious. I kept thinking I should get up and walk, but the whole water broken thing made that very unattractive. My midwife kept pushing food, which I was so not interested in, like not interested to the point that I asked Jake to eat his breakfast outside because I couldn’t stand the smell.

As it got later, we started discussing ‘things to do’ to try to get things moving. My midwife was sure that if I ate something substantial that it would help. I was resistant, so she told me I had a half an hour and if nothing changed then we’d try a good meal. She also told Jake that he should be laying in bed with me, rubbing my back and taking care of me. He politely agreed, but after three previous babies he knew better than to crowd me. After she left, my contractions started to pick up-just a little, like I actually had to think through them rather than just notice they were happening.

A few more contractions in, and I wasn’t able to be laying down anymore. I had Jake refill the birthing tub, and a few more contractions went by and I was ready to get in. At this point I was kind of not aware of my surroundings anymore, but I remember the assistant coming in, and then telling them that the midwife should probably be there too, and then hearing her telling me she was right there. She turned on the jets in the tub this time, which we didn’t have a chance to do with Hazel, and it was wonderful. After another handful of contractions, I was ready to push. It was three, maybe four pushes, and we had a baby. That first minute after a baby is born might be one of my most favorite feelings in the entire world. Delilah Joan was born at 5:59 PM on January 10th, weighing 7 pounds 15 ounces and was 20 1/2 inches long.


We hung out at the birth center for another few hours, and then packed up and went home. It was late-we didn’t get back to the house until 11 or so, but Adeline was still awake. She got to meet her new baby sister, and then insisted on sleeping downstairs with me and the baby that night.

After a couple of days we were ready to come home, so after having the baby checked over by a pediatrician, we loaded up and drove back. My mom followed us up so she could help me while Jake works, and we’re all working on settling in to a new routine and giving me a chance to recover.

I’m so happy to be home, and am feeling about 96%. My mom will be here for a few more days, so I’m back and forth between being excited to get back to normal and kind of terrified about doing it on my own when Jake’s at work. This has been the longest I’ve ever given myself to recover after a baby, and I’m starting to feel a little bit lazy, and ready to be back in charge again. I have learned a lot about managing the kids from watching my mom with them though, and I hope I can remember everything that she did so I can start doing it too. Her methods are very effective, and more pleasant than how I’ve done things (she never, ever raises her voice. Ever.). But it is still hard to not be in charge, and I rather miss Hazel, who is in total YaYa mode right now.

So here we go on our next great adventure-family of six!


Hazel March 15, 2012

Filed under: Baby Hazel,Labor and Delivery — themamabeth @ 7:32 pm

Sunday morning I called Jake and told him I wanted him to come back to Phoenix; he had gone back home for a few days because he had to work. We had gone back and forth about him going back at all, and we ended up deciding, based on the fact that I felt fine, that it wouldn’t be a big deal and he would make it back with no problem sinceI fully expected to go all the way to my due date before the baby came. But Sunday morning, all that had changed, and I wanted my husband. I still encouraged him to get some sleep and to take his time-I really thought I was blowing things out of proportion or just having a case of wishful thinking.

By early afternoon, I was calling Jake again, and this time I was encouraging him to come. Now. I was feeling panicky and worried, and I felt like I had consumed an entire pot of coffee.  Very strong coffee.  Eventually [finally] Jake was on the road, and after a warning from DPS, he made it to Phoenix just in time for dinner. He helped my mom with the kids, and we had a fairly normal evening. I was having contractions by this point, but I was sitting at the table eating dinner through them, and I even took the kids up and did the normal bedtime routine myself. At that point I was starting to feel a little bad about asking him to come home.

Right around 9:30 my contraction-counting app was telling me I was between 3-4 minutes apart, and I decided we needed to go. Since I’m a little bit of a planner, everything was totally ready, we just had to let my mom know we were leaving and page our midwife. I was really happy that the kids were asleep, it made it a lot easier to leave quickly.

The drive was uneventful, and by the time we were about to get off the freeway the contractions were stronger but not unmanageable. Our midwife had gotten there enough time ahead of us that she had the tub filled for me, and so I walked straight from the car into the tub. I was still able to talk between the contractions, but they were strong enough at that point that I had to concentrate through them. I don’t know how many I had-maybe three or four-and then I felt things change. I could actually feel the baby moving down, and I remember saying “okay” out loud when it was time to push. Sometime around this point was when my water broke, and then ten minutes later, we had a baby.

It was exactly what I wanted it to be, the entire experience was just perfect. Our midwife said a couple of things the entire time-just encouraging or reassuring me, but never bossing or directing me. It was peaceful and calm, and after the baby was born we got the chance to lay down together as a family and catch a couple of hours of sleep before we went home.

We left the birth center as the sun was coming up, and got home before my mom and the kids were awake. It was exactly my perfect-world scenario. The kids were asleep when we left and we got home before they woke up in the morning-it was a good transition. Adeline came into the living room and the look on her face when she climbed up on the couch and realized I was holding a baby was priceless. Lucy was (and still is, three days later) a little unsure, but I think she is coming around.

Hazel was born at 10:39 PM, 9 pounds 4 ounces and 21 inches long.


The Last? March 11, 2012

Filed under: Labor and Delivery — themamabeth @ 1:27 pm

This is likely my last blog post before I’m officially the mother of three.

Right now, Jake is hours and hours away from where I am.  I am 90% sure I am in pre-labor. I am 100% freaking out.

It is driving me batty that the house and my car are a mess. I’m not ready! Not ready because there’s crumbs on the carpet. That’s a little silly, no? But I am too afraid to trigger real labor to clean. That, and we’re staying at my mom’s-would that be weird, to start cleaning her house all the sudden? Even if it was my kids who made the mess? Once Jake gets here all bets are off, and I’m cleaning though. Just thinking about it makes me feel calmer.


Jake is on his way, left home around 1:45, so he should be here by six. My mom gets home in about a half hour, maybe a little more. I am feeling pretty certain we’ll have a baby very soon, tonight maybe. I don’t want to wait until the last minute this time, but I don’t want to go too early either. It is going to be a long four hours.



My mom came home and took the girls out to run errands. I got some things done-it was vital that I hung up some laundry apparently, and I packed a “in case we have to leave before bedtime” bag with jammas and diapers.  Now, I’m parked on the couch until the kids are back. I’m showing 25 minutes since the last contraction, but that’s not entirely right because there were a couple while I was upstairs. This baby is going to follow Lucy’s pattern, just watch.


It WAS a good day to have a baby! July 19, 2010

Filed under: Labor and Delivery — themamabeth @ 10:38 pm

Lucille Mae was born on Monday 7/12/10 at 4:41 AM in true Edwards style. She weighed 8 lb 6 oz and is 20 inches long.

I suspected Monday evening I was getting labor-ish but things were so random, I didn’t realize that I was actually in labor. Pretty much it was a normal night, except I was more uncomfortable than usual. Right around 2 AM I started to suspect I was in real labor, and I started to track my contractions. I had one, and Adeline fussed, so I went to take care of her. I ended up laying down in bed and dozing off around 2:30, and at about3 I woke up, heard a popping noise and actually felt my water break. I wasn’t sure until I stood up though, and then I was sure.

I woke Jake up, and he called our midwife while I called my mom. At that point, I hadn’t had a contraction for nearly an hour and I was actually starting to worry I was making things up. It didn’t take long for things to start moving though. My mom showed up and took over Adeline duty (poor kid-she woke up when we were moving around and had no idea what to make of the whole situation. She was excited to have YaYa come play though).

Once my mom was here and Adeline was set, my labor really started to move along. Jake was trying to get everything set out for our midwife and take care of me. I was starting to panic a little thinking that the midwife wasn’t going to make it.

She showed up pretty much just in time. I had been in the shower, and I made it into the bedroom but not onto the bed. She kept trying to hear the baby’s heart, but the contractions were coming one after another and it never happened. It took four or five good pushes and we had ourselves a baby. I think our midwife was a little stunned by how fast it happened and by how little I actually needed from her. At one point she was telling me how to breathe, and I told her to please not tell me how to breathe (note I did say please, but Jake said my tone wasn’t very nice).  Jake was awesome through the whole thing, even in the very beginning when I was really snappy with him. He didn’t get to catch the baby because I was actually standing up when she was born so it was kind of tricky.

I’m actually a little ‘meh’ about the whole thing. It wasn’t exactly the calm experience I had been expecting-not that that is anyone’s fault-but I labor and deliver so fast, there was a lot of anxiety for everyone thinking I wasn’t going to be able to hold off until help was there. It kind of ruined the experience a little bit.

The important thing is everything worked out well and we are both healthy and happy.

Adeline is adjusting to her new role as a big sister. She’s a little more whiny and clingy than usual, but she’s doing really good. Lucy is amazing, so tiny and sweet. I’m great, and Jake is thrilled to have his two girls here in person.


Labor and Delivery January 29, 2009

Filed under: Labor and Delivery — themamabeth @ 2:11 am

On April 26th, 2008 I discovered I was pregnant. Surprise! That was a Holy Shit moment. Forgive my use of ugly words. I will deposit a quarter in the Ugly Word jar shortly. So started the first day of the rest of my life. No more adult drinks for me!

Over the next seven months and 22 days I was Pregnant Beth. No sushi, no drinking, no coffee…It was horrible. Actually, it wasn’t all that bad. Minus heart burn bad enough to strip paint, having to pee 1,000 times a day…But no, really, it wasn’t that bad. Feeling a tiny person wiggle around inside my belly was wonderful (except when she wiggled her feet into my ribs). Setting up a nursery, taking belly pictures, I was told I was glowing even. All in all, a good experience.

On December 16th, I felt kinda funky. I left work an hour early after telling my boss I felt like I’d been hit by a truck. Drove home, had two peanut butter and jelly sandwiches (hey, I was pregnant, I could get away with stuff like that) and some pasta salad. Had insane urges to clean things and was super short tempered. A while later, I started to suspect that potato salad had been past its prime. Definately feeling funky. I was chatting with some ladies who were also pregnant or due any day, and the consensus was that I was in labor. Pshaw! Me, in labor? No way. So started the pacing and bouncing on the yoga ball. Whatever this stomach thing I had gotten was kicking my ass (yep, I owe .50 to the Ugly Word jar). All this time Jake is blissfully sleeping in the other room (he was flu-ish). Eventually it occured to me that I might be in labor, and if so, I had been for about seven hours. Rut roh Shaggy. So I went to wake up Jake, but right as I was walking to the bed, I had a contraction. So I grabbed his feet, causing him to go from a dead sleep to a man of action in about a half a second. At this point the power of conversation had escaped me, but I was able to communicate to him that I wanted a shower. NOW! I think my head may have spun around at this point, and there may have been some spewing pea soup action. So he ran me a shower, and grabbed my (thankfully already packed) hospital bag. By 2:30 AM we were on the road. I couldn’t sit, so I rode on my knees with my bum towards the window grabbing Jake’s arm. Passed at least three cars that really should have cared that we are driving about 90 MPH but no problems there.

At the hospital it was a classic movie scene. Jake pulled up and ran in to get a wheelchair. The ER nurse takes one look at me and grabbed the handles and started running and yelling at people to get out of our way. She was telling me not to push. Yeah right. I’d been ‘not pushing’ since before we left the house. They got me to OB triage and on a bed. One look at the business end of things had me flat on my back rolling through the halls with the nurse yelling all kinds of stats that to my mind sound like I’m going to have a baby NOW. Sparing the gory details, Adeline Melissa was born about 10 minutes after we arrived at the hospital. Drug free I might add.

Once Jake has determined she has ten fingers and 10 toes and that I’m in good shape, he goes to move the car from the ER entrance. They kindly didn’t have it towed, but I doubt there would have been time anyway.

Lessons learned:

1)less than 10 days from your due date+stomach pain does not equal food poisoning.

2)I inherited my family’s quick and easy labor/delivery genes

Less than 36 hours later, we got home. They gave me a packet of brightly colored papers that supposedly had instructions and sent us on our merry way. The only things they wanted to know were did we have running water and a car seat. No one asked if we knew how to raise a kid. We must have looked really competent.

So it started. Now I’m someone’s mom. Just when I had gotten used to being Pregnant Beth, it all ended and I became The Mama Beth. Terrifying.