It was a Thursday evening, just as I had plopped in front of the TV, when I got the call. I heard the phone ring, and I knew instantly it was Kelly calling to tell me she was in labor. Sure enough, it was her calling, and she told me that she had started having contractions. They were only every 15 minutes, so I told her to try her best and get some sleep, and that I would do the same. I think we both knew that we would soon be up. At 4 AM the phone rang. It was time! I flew over to her house and was there by 4:25. At this point, mama was contracting about every 6 minutes. We talked and laughed and ate a snack. We got big brother up and dressed, so he could go with his grandpa. I snapped a few pictures of Kelly and her son, knowing that these were his final moments as an only child. After Bryson left, things started to pick up a bit. Kelly was contracting about every 5 minutes now. We decided that the three of us (Kelly, her husband Mark, and myself) would go walking at Walmart. Seeing as how it was 6 AM and freezing cold, there weren’t many other options. On the way to Walmart, I decided to grab some coffee at Starbucks. By the time we got in line, Kelly’s contractions started coming every 3-4 minutes. We decided to go ahead to the hospital just in case!
At 7:30ish we arrived at the hospital. They took us back to a room and checked Kelly. She was 4 cm 90% effaced. At this point Kelly was still contracting but they seemed to have slowed just a bit. After all of the paper work and monitoring was finished, we started to walk. Her contractions picked up right where they had left off. I could tell that they were definitely more intense. She leaned into her husband with each contraction and rocked back and forth with him. It was so sweet, I couldn’t help but take a few pictures of that special moment. After walking a few laps, Kelly was really feeling her contractions. She wanted to go back to the room and change positions. We opted for leaning over the back of the bed on her knees. She felt good like that for a while. Kelly was contracting every 2 minutes at this point. By 10:00 am she was starting to make some noise so we got her into the tub. Have I mentioned how much I adore tubs for laboring? Ahhh such relief ( for a little while anyway). I could see the fear and exhaustion start to creep in. Kelly decided to get out of the tub and get checked again around 11 am. She was 5-6 cm..yay for progress!! After some prayer and discussion, we thought it might be best to go ahead and break her water. We knew that once Jaxon’s head was sitting on her cervix without a bag of waters in the way, she would dilate more quickly.
The midwife came in and broke her water at about noon. At this point Kelly was in full blown transition. She was struggling to stay on top of the pain. If her husband got out of sight for a split second, she would panic. “Where’s Mark?!?”, she would scream. Every contraction was brutal and pushed her to her limit. She was no longer blowing away the pain, she was yelling it away as loud as she could. The midwife even popped her head in at this point to make sure she was ok. She decided to check her and see if it was time to push yet. Kelly was now 7 cm but had plenty of cervix left. The nurse and I hatched a plan to get Mr. Jaxon out and in his mommy’s arms. It was very important that Kelly get out of bed and change positions so that the baby could rotate and make his way down. The nurse and I had our work cut out for us because Kelly had officially hit her wall. She refused to move. She screamed and cried that she couldn’t and wouldn’t move. We watched as each contraction overcame her. She was now begging for relief. Finally, I knelt down beside her and told her , “Kelly , whether you get an epidural or not YOU ARE GETTING OUT OF THIS BED!” With that, Mark helped her out of the bed and got her back into the tub. She was on her knees in the tub rocking all around in circles and doing some awesome breathing. She was finally in her zone and telling us all to be quiet! Mark held her sweetly and told her he loved her and how strong she was. After 3 or 4 contractions she was over it, and wanted back in the bed. The nurse checked her again to see if changing positions helped, and sure enough she was 9 cm! Hallelujah! I kept reassuring her that this was almost over. Very soon she would be holding her sweet baby boy. Pain with a purpose! Not long after she was back in the bed, the baby started descending. The midwife ran in and was yelling at her to wait until she got her gloves on. Just as she got the gloves on, the baby started crowning. For the previous 2 hours Kelly screamed her lungs out. And as soon as she started pushing she was silent. I love this part of childbirth. That moment when you start to push and you know it’s almost over. There is such relief in that moment, and I could see it on Kelly’s face. She only pushed one time and Jaxon was out! Welcome to the world sweet baby boy. You’re mommy did it! She did what she never believed she could do. There you were, the two of you, in such sweet bliss. All of the pain was gone in an instant. Daddy was overcome with emotion as he saw his beautiful boy come into this world. I was elated, to say the least! Jaxon Cooper was born at 1:43pm 9 lbs 2 oz 20 inches long. I am honored to have been a part of that life changing moment. Oh sweet Jaxon, your birth changed your mommy forever. Today she knows she is a strong and capable woman, all because of you!
Thank you Kelly for allowing me to be your doula. I will treasure this moment forever and ever. I have watched you transform. You went from sorta kinda wanting a natural childbirth and being really uncertain of yourself, to being a confident natural childbirth advocate. I couldn’t be more proud of you!! God bless you and your sweet family xoxo 🙂 🙂