We added a precious new life to our family and we are so excited for you to get to know him.
Introducing, Samson Triumph Wong, our third baby boy born March 15, 2016, 7 pounds 9 ounces and 20.5 inches long with a head full of thick black hair. We’ve been smitten since his first moment with us.
Fair warning, I’m about to tell his birth story, so if you aren’t into that sort of thing you can just scroll through to see pictures of Samson’s sweet new face, but if you like this sort of story, than this post is for you.
In the weeks leading up to Samson’s arrival I confess that I was carrying quite a bit of anxiety about how this whole thing was going to go down. You’d think by my 3rd child I’d be a little more calm, but considering my past deliveries this was just not the case. After Judah was born 5 weeks early in a rush of water breakage and pitocin (you can read his story here) and then sweet Titus was born at home in a mere 2 hours from first contraction to delivery (his story here) I had no clue what to expect or how to “prepare” for this next labor and delivery. I prayed for enough time to make it to the hospital, and for all the people who may or may not be available to watch my other sons at the drop of a hat.
The days/weeks leading up to March 15th I slowly got more and more uncomfortable to the point where every day I would think “surely today is the day he will come, surely I won’t get more uncomfortable than this.” ha. At my weekly checkups I was slowly dilating. 2cm for 2 weeks, 3 cm for 2 more weeks, until finally 4 cm at the appointment on March 14th. I felt like a waddling ticking time bomb.
At 3:00 am on Tuesday March 15th I woke up to what was definitely a labor contraction. I got quietly out of bed, used the restroom, changed clothes, pulled my hair up, even put on some mascara. Boom I was ready to leave. (The bag had been packed and in the van for weeks, after having Titus at home we knew there was no room to mess around with time.) I had an app on my phone that was keeping track of the time and my contractions were a good 12-15 minutes apart so I just laid in bed and kept track to make sure they weren’t getting closer. At 4 am I woke up Brandon, told him it was go time and that I didn’t think it was an emergency but that we needed to go as soon as he was ready. (Most people are advised to head to the hospital when their contractions are 5 minutes apart for an hour, they told us to come in when they were between 10 and 8.) I would have rather been laboring in the hospital lobby than risk having another accidental home birth so we headed out a bit earlier than that. Brandon called our straight from heaven, saint of a next door neighbor to see if she could come and sit in our house until his mom could make the 2 hour drive from her house. She came over and we headed out.
We called the ob office on our way to convince them I was really in labor. As soon as I told her we didn’t make it to the hospital last time she asked if we were leaving for the hospital soon and I told her we were already looking for a parking space. It was around 5am when we were checking in at the desk and my contractions were about 10 minutes apart. By the time they got us into our room I was so relieved we were at the hospital I could have high fived the nurses.
Unfortunately when I arrived I was still only about 4 cm so there was some work ahead of us. We walked the halls for a while, and I sat on our exercise ball in our room for a while bouncing and watching Mean Girls. The contractions only got to about 8 minutes apart but they were definitely getting more intense. Around 7 my midwife arrived and checked me again not before warning me that if I didn’t progress that the hospital was getting stricter about sending people home. (no thanks lady, this crew will not be leaving.) Thankfully I had at least progressed to 5 cm. But we knew the pressure was on to get things going.
We walked and bounced some more and the contractions continued to grow stronger but they were just not getting closer together, and man was I so tired. Around 9 the midwife came in to check me. I was still around 5 cm. She suggested to break my water to speed things up and get those contractions closer together. Afraid of the pain of contractions being more than I could handle after my water was broken I asked if I could have one more hour to try some things on my own. She said that was fine but didn’t look convinced that it would help, I wasn’t either but I thought it was worth a shot. She suggest I get into the tub and try some nipple stimulation. Basically the last thing I wanted to do was get my huge laboring body down into that tub, awkwardly rub my own nipples, and then get my huge laboring body eventually out of that tub, but at this point I was willing to try. So in I went.
Ya’ll, my contractions went from 8 minutes apart to 3 minutes apart immediately. No exaggeration. Nipple stimulation in the tub for the win. ( I promise not to say nipple anymore, sorry you had to endure that) I spent 40 painful minutes in the tub contemplating all the drugs I would ask for if we ever decided to have a fourth baby. And then the nurse needed to check the baby’s heart rate. He was too low at this point and she couldn’t use the machine she had to check him so she asked me to get out of the tub. That was no easy task and I made it as far as the bathroom doorway before I was hanging on for dear life and telling her I wanted to push. I am pretty sure she thought I was crazy because she barely reacted and asked me if I could get closer to the bed so she could check him.
I made it to the bed, I don’t know what time it was, maybe 10:30? I do know however that I was no longer the peaceful quiet laborer that I had been for the past 7 hours, but I was now the moaning and yelling type. She checked me and I was 8 cm. I felt 10. Surely I was 10. I told her I was going to have this baby. She nonchalantly walked around the room getting blankets and towels and whatever else ready for the baby, it was a little reassuring that he was coming soon, but I still don’t think she knew how serious I was about pushing this baby out, now. I yelled out something like “he is coming, I can’t do this.” She checked me again and called the desk to tell them to have my midwife come in so she could break my water and we could have a baby.
One contraction later my water broke but no one except me knew because there was no one down there paying attention. I knew he was crowning, and told the nurse he was coming. She called the front desk again and said something like “send in anyone, we’re having a baby” She sounded a bit nervous to deliver by herself and I half expected the janitor to come running in. Thankfully after what felt like an eternity my midwife came in to me doing some sort of primal shout and made it halfway across the room before I heard her say, “someone put your hand down there!” She could see him coming. At 10:59 we delivered a perfectly healthy, purple baby boy with his little body all wrapped up in his cord. I cried tears of joy and relief as he laid there on my chest.
Labor in review:
3:00 wake up to contractions
5:00 arrive at the hospital
9:30 into the tub at 5cm
10:59 sweet Samson arrives
We are slowly adjusting to life as a family of five, and so far through the prayers and generosity of friends and family it has been a smooth and peaceful transition. The big brothers are so so sweet to their new baby brother.
For those of who who are curious about his name, Samson is Hebrew for Bright Sun and Triumph is a nod to his daddy’s motorcycle.
Welcome to the world Samson Triumph Wong.