He is here! Titus Rex Wong came into the world on Friday, April 25th at 8:22am.
He weighed 8 pounds 10 ounces and was 21 inches of perfect baby squishiness.
The following is the story of how Titus came into the world, if you aren’t into birth stories and find yourself feeling squeamish at words like crowning and placenta, turn back now. If not, let’s start at the beginning shall we?
At around 5:45am I woke up to a contraction. It was intense enough to wake me up but not enough to convince me to move from my comfy position in bed. I laid there for a while longer and had a few more. I checked the time for each just to see if they were coming at regular intervals. They were, about 8 minutes apart, but they were nothing intense enough to write home about. When Brandon was getting up around 6:15 I let him know that I was having some contractions that I was “pretty sure” were the real thing, but I was going to hop in the shower and see if they continued and he didn’t really need to call anyone quite yet.
The shower didn’t stop the contractions and I couldn’t tell how far apart they were now, but they were strong enough to stop me from lathering up and had me leaning against the wall for support. Brandon came in to check on me and I told him to call up the necessary people and let them know it was definitely baby day and I figured we may be headed to the hospital sometime before lunch. (haha)
At 7:20 (thank you iPhone call logs so we can remember when all these things happened) we called our friend Janet to see if she and her little boy could come to our house to watch Judah. Our initial plan was to drop Judah off at her place on the way to the hospital, and looking back I am so so so so glad we had her come to us. Brandon also called his mom, she would relieve Janet and watch Judah until my mom got here, and my sister in law whom I had initially planned on having in the delivery room with me for support. I had texted my mom earlier that morning to let her know I was in labor and she had already been on the road for an hour because she was planning on coming down from Indiana that day anyway.
Meanwhile, I had been bouncing on a huge exercise ball in the living room listening to Brandon call people and watching as he packed the last bits of things into our hospital bag. Eventually I moved that ball into our bathroom so I could put on makeup, brush my teeth, and do my hair. I realize how silly that sounds but I was doing all I could to keep my mind off these ever growing contractions that were now closer to 2 and a half minutes apart (yes, things were progressing quickly) but they were still manageable enough that I could stop bouncing, put my head on the bathroom counter and take some deep breaths to manage them, so I figured I still had some time. Don’t get me wrong, this was no cakewalk, but I had an epidural with Judah so I didn’t really have much to compare these too and I figured I would be screaming and cussing by the time I was ready to go to the hospital.
While Brandon was getting Judah dressed and getting his breakfast ready, I made the decision that as soon as Janet got there, we would leave immediately so that if I wanted to change my mind about drugs I could still have that epidural when I got to the hospital.
Janet got to our house around 7:50. (that’s 2 hours and 5 minutes from my first contraction if you’re doing the math.) I walked out to where she was and sat down on a chair. My next contraction gave me the urge to push and I thought “hmmmm that seems odd.” and I told Janet I better head downstairs before going down the stairs seemed like an impossible task. I had another contraction about 4 steps down and felt another urge to push but also felt like I could resist that urge so I felt a little more assurance that we were going to make it just fine. Brandon was still running around putting the final things in place for Judah and the car seat etc. Truly we hadn’t seen each other much over the last few hours and I am pretty sure he had no clue how serious this was getting (let’s be honest, neither did I.)
I made my way out to the garage and was trying to decide where the most comfortable place to ride would be. Sitting down at all pretty much sounded like the worst thing ever, but I ended up choosing the back seat. I opened the door and stuck one leg in. I felt a contraction coming so I reached up to the roof rack so it could hold some of my weight. This bad boy was no joke. It was much worse than any previous contraction and there was no resisting the urge to push. I made some crazy noise, heard a pop, felt a gush of water, but even more than that, most definitely felt the baby’s head crowning. When the contraction ended I took the biggest breath I could and screamed “CALL 911 THIS BABY IS COMING.”
Brandon had heard me scream from inside but didn’t know what I had said, so when he got to me I repeated, more calmly this time, “call 911, I feel him coming.” and just to make sure, I reached down, and sure enough, I could literally feel his head coming.
The rest of this story seems like a total hazy dream to me, but I can tell you that Brandon called 911 (at 8:09) faster than a ninja, and listening to the operator giving him directions on how to deliver our baby made me feel like I was on an episode of rescue 911.
He asked me if I thought I could get back into the house, and my initially thought was “heck no” but I really didn’t want to have our baby on the garage floor so somehow by the grace of God I made it back into the house and onto the living room floor. Brandon was following the operators directions and gathering towels, etc. On my next contraction I delivered the head in to Brandon’s hands and heard the baby whimper. I remember feeling like I wouldn’t have enough energy to push when the next contraction came. A second later I heard the fireman at our front door, they knew they were at the right place when the next contraction came and I wailed. My eyes were closed but I could hear our dogs barking like crazy upstairs and the voices of 3 male fireman gathering around. I delivered the rest of the body with my next push and there was much celebration from Brandon and the fireman. (The official time of delivery was 8:22) I was too exhausted to even move. Then the medics arrived, they cut the cord, wrapped up the baby and I, and loaded us onto a stretcher. I quite literally couldn’t believe it was over and that we had just officially become accidental homebirth people.
I rode the stretcher down the driveway and tried to smile at the neighbors so they didn’t think I was dying or anything.
I felt a little like a cloud had lifted once I was in the ambulance. I answered all of their questions and when asked if I could be made more comfortable, I requested a glass of wine. In case you are wondering about the placenta, I delivered it a few contractions later in the ambulance. I was glad to see it go, I get it, it’s this beautiful miracle organ that your body creates to sustain your baby, but, yuck.
We got to the hospital and since Titus and I were doing well, we got to skip the ER and head to labor and delivery. There, they checked us all over to make sure things were all good. When they said Titus weighed 8lbs 10 oz I literally laughed out loud. He was a whole 2 pounds bigger than Judah. I needed some stitches, but once that was done and our room was ready, they moved us up to our room where we would get to hang out with our new little man for the next 48 hours.
Here is the recap:
5:45- first contraction
7:20- call the babysitter and family
7:50- babysitter arrives and we head to the car
8:09- call 911
8:18- firemen and medics arrive
8:22- baby Titus is born
And if his exciting entrance into the world is any indication of what the rest of his life has in store for us, I think we are in for one sweet ride.
For those wondering,
Titus means Saved, Rex means Mighty Counselor or King,
and Titus Rex lends itself to a pretty sweet nickname.