Life is Good – Poppyseed’s Birth Story (Written by Oatmeal)

I was little suspect when Lola signed us up for a 12 week course on having a baby.  Women have been having babies since the beginning of man.  I’ve seen lots of horses, calves, and puppies being born and they don’t have to take any classes.  They just kind of wander off, find a secluded spot away from interruptions, and out comes a little baby.  Twelve weeks of not doing what I want around the house or at my 10 acres with the horses.  Twelve weeks of leaving right after lunch and then coming home right at dark every Sunday.  Twelve weeks of talking about how to get the baby out of mommy.  What?  Are you kidding me?  Now I wouldn’t do it any other way.  This was twelve weeks well spent and it allowed me to see the most amazing thing I’ve ever seen in my life.

I’ll save you all the details of why we were in a hotel room in College Station, wishing a baby to come out, but that’s where we were.  At around 7:45 P.M., Lola came to me and said she thought she was having steady contractions.  We started to time them and they were about three and a half minutes apart.  We tried different positions with her sitting on the exercise ball or kneeling on the floor with her chest on the bed and they seemed to help the contractions a little.  I got her to eat some snack bars and drink some water as well, knowing from our class that she was more or less getting ready to run a marathon.  Since I’ve run one I know that they kind of suck, so we needed to get my honey ready.  We paced the halls of the hotel and continued to experiment with different positions knowing that we would be somewhat limited by the hospital in terms of movement.  At 11:45 her water broke so we decided to head on in.

Lola had about 15 bags, a birth ball, and our Bradley book that needed to get from the car to the hospital room so I was loaded down on the way up to the room.  We were both excited but Lola was a little worried because she saw a little blood when her water broke and we could also see a little of the baby’s stool in the fluid as well knowing that now the baby will risk getting that in her nose and mouth.  I wasn’t too worried because I tend to have a lot of blind faith and assume that it will all turn out fine.  We had planned on getting there during the day so we were a little surprised when we walked up to the automatic doors and they had a sign saying that we needed to walk around the building.  Great, exactly what a worried momma to be that is having painful contractions needs.  Oh well, she took it like a champ and we just walked around to the other street.

Lola typed out a birth plan previously that explained our desires of wanting to have a natural birth but we didn’t really need to say anything because they read the writing on the wall when they saw me holding a big ball and packing a bunch of gear like I was going camping with the possibility of having a baby in the mean time.  A friend of mine, Tara, happened to be our nurse so that made it even better.  We said hi, watched the video about the epidural just in case, and got down to business.

We got there at midnight, and by 4 a.m. Lola was having some serious contractions.  I didn’t have to look at my watch, she didn’t have to say a word, all I would do was listen for the way that she was breathing.  I know those sounds.  If anyone has broken a bone or received any serious injury you know what that sound is.  It means this really freaking hurts right now and the only thing I can do is breath really deep and one day this will stop hurting, until then, don’t talk to me, don’t try to make me laugh, just be there for me.  I tried to be there every step of the way.  What a special thing my wife was doing for our family and our future little baby.  If she can make it through this, man, the sky is the limit for this woman.  It makes me smile just thinking about it.

At 4:30 a.m. it was time to start pushing so the nurse called our doctor.  The contractions were always three and a half minutes except for when it was time to push the baby out.  Then every 5 minutes we would ask her to push as much as she could.  Usually about 3 times per contraction.  At about 5 a.m. we could see the head so the the doctor came in. The nurses transformed the bed, turned on the big light, and got the doctor ready to catch a little squirmy baby.  With a doctor’s authority in his voice, he told Laura to push and at 5:20 a.m. a little baby girl came out.

I’ll go ahead and cut this short because I could go on forever about this experience but it was the most amazing moment that I’ve ever been a part of.  Seeing our little baby come out screaming and kicking was beautiful.  Seeing my wife go through the pains of child birth without so much as a little peep was just as inspiring.  We kept the baby in the room for about an hour breastfeeding, bonding, and arguing with nurses about giving my baby eye cream, but I couldn’t wipe the smile off of my face the whole time looking at my perfect baby and my beautiful wife.  I now know what it feels like to be a protective daddy and so do the nurses at the hospital.  They knew that I was the most polite but somewhat hostile daddy who only really came to the hospital so that a professional could catch his baby and do a quick little check on mommy and his little girl, but after that, no touchy touchy.

Lola was a great momma from the start and Violet is a little dream.  She makes us so happy every day and all that I do is think of everything we’ll do when she starts walking.  Until then, she’ll be watching from the sideline in my sling.  I told her today all about her dogs and horses.  They already love her, too.  Life is good.

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Comments

  1. great husband!

  2. Rachel says:

    I love it! You got yourself a good man, Laura. Did he make that sling?

  3. We are proud of you both and love little Violet! We love watching her grow!

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