When Fox turned 6 months old, I blogged about his birth story (see here). In that post, I explained how after my long, grueling labor with him, I swore he would be an only child. Fast forward 2 years, when Fox’s little sister Clementine made her debut. She came into this world MUCH easier & I am so happy that I did not keep my promise of him being an only child.
On October 16th, at around 3pm I felt the slightest tinge of a cramp. A CRAMP you guys. Not a contraction. I was 4 days away from my due date, so I figured it could be the start of labor. I continued about my day, which included a massage that I had scheduled to help get things going. I dropped Fox at my moms & went and enjoyed my massage, all the while these little cramps continued. I thought maybe it was just Braxton Hicks, so after my massage, I went and hung out at my mom’s for dinner.
Once I got there, the mild cramps started coming about every 8 minutes. I was keeping Phil in the loop, but he was about an hour away from home getting some last minute errands done. He kept asking me if he should come back, but since the cramps were so mild, I told him to take his time.
I hung out at my moms for a while. She gave Fox a bath and then he & I sat and watched music videos like we had done a zillion times before. Except this time, I cried my eyes out. I knew in my heart that this would be my last night putting him to bed as an only child, and that by tomorrow morning he would have a new brother or sister. Of course I was excited to meet this baby, but I couldn’t get over the fact that it would no longer be just him & me.
I got home around 9pm, and so did Phil. We put Fox to sleep & then called my midwife to tell her the scoop. She wasn’t concerned and said to take a bath, try to get some rest, and to call back if things picked up.
We got in bed around 10:15pm and watched an episode of Ozark. When it was over, I all of a sudden had a super strong contraction. 5 minutes later, another super strong contraction. I literally went from frequent, mild cramps, to full blown active labor in a matter of minutes. Phil was calling my mom on repeat (per my request) telling her to drive over as fast as she could. While we waited for her to arrive, I sobbed in between contractions- telling Phil that I didn’t want to go through labor again. I was absolutely terrified.
My mom arrived around 12:30am and we immediately left for the hospital. Our drive was straight out of a movie. I yelled at Phil between contractions for going over too many bumps, we ran a red light right in front of a cop & when we got to the hospital he parked rather than dropping me at the door- I lost it. Thankfully (for his sake!!!!) there was a wheel chair right inside the door. He got me up to L&D as quickly as he could & I yelled the entire way. I was pretty sure the baby was going to fall out in the elevator.
When we got to the floor, we were greeted by my amazing midwife, Pat. She ignored the registration people as they were asking me a million questions & took me right back to a triage room. I was put into a gown & she asked for my birth plan. I told her all I wanted was the birthing tub- it provided so much pain relief when I was in labor with Fox. She all but laughed at me and told me there was no chance I was going to have time for the tub & told me I would indeed be having my baby right in this tiny triage room.
The room was chaos- the nurses were trying to figure out how they could fit the warmer and all of the supplies they would need into the 8ft by 8ft room we were in & I could hear my midwife being a straight up BOSS making things happen. If I wasn’t in so much pain I would have given her a high 5- she was so amazing. She encouraged Phil to put on some music (he makes the best labor playlists) while she turned off the lights & plugged in a single strand of white Christmas lights. Though I was basically on a stretcher trying to bring a baby into this world (where is my birthing bar? where is my warm tub? does the end of this bed drop down? no? it doesn’t do a thing? awesome i’ll just hold onto the sheets), the environment soon chilled out & things became very calm.
After the music started playing and the room was dimly lit, I began pushing. Phil jumped in the bed (cough cough stretcher) behind me for support & I pushed for about 20 minutes before I was able to reach down and grab my baby Kortney Kardashian style. I felt so strongly throughout my entire pregnancy that it was a girl, so when I saw that it was, my first words were, “I knew it!” - welcome, Clementine. I scooped her up while leaning back onto my hubs and the 3 of us just sat there soaking it all in for a minute.
We quickly settled into newborn routine and were anxious for Fox to meet his new baby sis. He came up to visit the following day & we had a photographer there to capture their introduction. We were pretty strategic about the whole thing- he was not talking a whole lot at the time and we weren’t sure just how much he would understand. To our surprise, he understood EVERYTHING. He was beyond overwhelmed and knew exactly who this baby was. He was very somber for the first few minutes- but as soon as he held her, he absolutely lit up and ended up crying tears of happiness. TEARS OF HAPPINESS (see pics below) YOU GUYS- a 2 year old!!! He is such a sweet, sweet soul, my Fox.
Seeing my babies meet each other for the first time was incredible. Looking back on these photos 6 months later is so telling. Fox couldn’t love this gal more. He tells me multiple times a day, “mama…I love baby” (Clementine is still a bit tough for him to say!) and he swoons over her non-stop. I know that the two of them will be thick as thieves and it makes my heart so so happy.
What a difference the entire experience was from Fox’s birth. After Clemmie was born, I was ready to get pregnant all over again! KIDDING- but in all seriousness, giving birth to her was such a special & intimate experience. That, along with my two babies meeting each other for the first time, are two memories that will forever be ingrained in my heart & I am so thankful to have these beautiful photos by the talented Lindsey Scholz.