“It was an exciting and unanticipated delivery. As Laura had never done spontaneous labor, we were scheduled to be induced Thursday at 7 am. Instead, at 12:30 am as I finished a final email push and a scotch, Laura announced that she might be in labor. We debated whether we were jumping the gun and called the doctor who called back relatively promptly. Then, on the 20 minute drive to the hospital, Laura announced contractions were at a 3 minute interval then 2 minutes. My attention was grabbed. For those who know Laura, she insisted on no speeding or other rule breaking, and we parked in the lot at 1:13 am. After wandering around the hospital we found the right delivery floor as two were labelled maternity! As Laura filled out the forms, including that your child can get a pacifier — absolutely critical question — she started to get more agitated. After what was pretty much a scream the resident realized we should speed up. Minutes later, after I helped Laura onto the delivery bed/chair and our doctor popped in to say hello but stayed, it was a two push affair. 1:32 am and [the little dude] made his appearance screaming and ready to nurse.”
[Laura’s note: the doctor “popped in” after running down the hall — I’m not sure if my husband overheard the nurse say that part].
Yep. There is so much that could have gone wrong with all this. For starters, my husband had been in Washington D.C. the night before and I’d been alone with my kids. Fortunately, my mom had flown in Wednesday, because there wouldn’t have been time to get anyone to come stay with them. Indeed, with my decision that we should call the doctor coming precisely one hour before delivery, my husband would have been hard-pressed to make it home from his Philadelphia office and get me to the hospital.
But in any case, I managed to actually give birth in the hospital delivery room with a doctor in attendance. So, phew. And an upside of my accidentally natural childbirth is that recovery was easier with no IVs tethering me to my bed. He’s perfectly healthy and beautiful, clocking in at a nice 8 lbs 7 oz at just shy of 39 weeks. The kids are thrilled to have a little brother, and they all came to get me to bring me home from the hospital. The 3-year-old was singing a lullaby in the minivan on the way home.