I always said I would be late to my child’s birth because I feel like I am late to everything. A characteristic I have been working on. Well Miss Ada didn’t let us be late. She came on her due date. I had just about the perfect pregnancy, semi perfect labor (everything went so smoothly- I just had horrible back labor the entire time) and now a perfect baby.
Here is a quick recap for those who haven’t heard. My water broke at 5:30am Sunday, May 15th. My contractions started within 30 min and within 2 hours my contractions were about 4-5 min apart and really intense. I was looking at Chad asking “Isn’t this suppose to be the easy part?” I had no time to mentally prepare myself, eat a light snack, or even get dressed to head to the hospital. The contractions were so intense because of my back labor and because they were coupling (one contraction on top of another before the first one ended- no breaks!) I couldn’t do anything. I started getting nauseous and vomiting so we decided go ahead and head to the hospital so I could get something to make the nausea stop. We had what seemed like the longest car ride ever! Got lost in the parking lot and went up the wrong elevators. We looked like something straight out of a movie. Chad was carrying his bag, Ada’s bag, my birthing ball, our pillows, the camera bag and I was following behind him trying to roll my suitcase, wearing who knows what with wet hair because I had tried to take a shower when I had first started contracting. I would stop and just squat where ever we were when a contraction hit, try not to make too many weird noises and make the innocent bystanders uncomfortable. It took all I had not to throw up right there in the elevator. I wish someone had taken a photo of us. We were a mess.
We arrived and my sister was there waiting on us. She rubbed my back as I stood over a trash can while Chad checked me in. It was a long, extremely hard process and I couldn’t have done it without my amazing partner. Chad knew what to do the entire time, helped me cope with the pain, encouraged me when I was asking for an epidural, and communicated to others to make sure everyone knew what I needed and wanted- especially when I couldn’t communicate what my needs were. It was a team effort and my mom, sister and Chad helped me through it all and we achieved my goal of having our baby naturally and with no epidural. 13 hours of intense back labor and I did it!!!
Here are a few photos of right after Ada was born.
Our family was waiting out in the waiting room all day and finally got to meet our sweet baby around 9:00pm Sunday night. The next day we had so many visitors. We felt so loved and blessed to have such great friends, family, and such a supportive church. It takes a village to raise a child and we couldn’t ask for a better community to help us raise our sweet girl.
We were so blessed to have our friend Josh Reeder come visit and take some amazing photos of our baby on Monday. Here are a few of my favorites.
Chad the swaddling master!
We named Miss Ada Carden Hill Tuesday morning as we were leaving the hospital. I think we drove everyone crazy waiting to name her but I am so glad we did. Her name suits her. We just wanted to make sure the name fit.