We welcomed this little guy into our lives exactly three weeks ago today. He arrived on July 24th at 8:34 am and weighed in at 6.6 and was 20.5 inches long and he's been melting our hearts since then. Here is his story...
Jaron made his debut into this world rather quickly. To be honest, I'm actually lucky that I made it to the hospital at all. The morning of his delivery I started having a few contractions starting around 5:45 am. They weren't very strong, but strong enough that I told Chad before he left for work that he might want to stay by his phone that day. Just after Chad left (around 6:30) my contractions started picking up in frequency and intensity. Poor Kinsie. She had come into my room right after Chad left and crawled into bed with me. I was talking with her and mentioned that baby Jaron might be coming today. She was excited and kept wanting to rub my belly and talk to him, but I kept telling her not to touch me because I was so uncomfortable. As my contractions got stronger and stronger she watched as I would double over in pain. She wanted to help me but didn't quite know how. She was a great coach for that first half hour!
Once my contractions started getting stronger I decided to shower and start getting ready in case I needed to head to the hospital. By the time I finished showering and getting dressed my contractions were less than a minute apart and were becoming extremely strong and painful. So, I called Chad just after 7:00 and told him he should probably come home. After I got off the phone with Chad I called a few people to inform them that things were progressing. I knew my mother-in-law wouldn't make it to our house in time, so I called my friend and told her that I would need her to watch the girls. Lucky for me she was able to send her two oldest girls over to help out while I waited for Chad to get home. At this point I was getting to a point where I wasn't able to do much besides double over and bang my fist on the counter as I tried to get through each contraction. It was also becoming very apparent to me that I needed to get to the hospital ASAP especially in I wanted an epidural...which I did.
Chad finally made it home around 7:45 and I told him that we needed to leave immediately. He was great and quickly threw my things into a bag (I was in too much pain to even do that), got the girls settled, and us headed to the hospital which is less than 2 miles away. Once we got to the hospital I had Chad drive us up to the main doors and run inside and ask for a wheelchair. I knew I wouldn't be getting very far on my own. I also knew that I was probably not going to be having an epidural at this point, although I was still somewhat hopeful.
I was then quickly wheeled up to labor and delivery, changed, and put on the monitors at 8:11. The nurse checked me and announced that I was dilated to an 8. My heart sunk because I knew that an epidural was out of the question. However, my nurse mentioned that they might still be able to give me one if the anesthesiologist was around. He wasn't, but he was close by so they brought in a student who was going to get me prepped. He talked me through the procedure (which I was well aware of) and left to go grab some things. One of those things being the anesthesiologist. But, right after he left my water broke which definitely meant no epidural.
The nurses sprung into action and started to have me breath through some contractions. My doctor wasn't there yet and for some reason the nurses were unwilling to deliver my baby...go figure. At this point I was trying to wrap my head around the fact that I was going to be having a natural delivery which I hadn't really prepared myself for, mentally or physically. I had never practiced how to breath through a contraction because I had never needed to before. So, of course I wasn't breathing properly and was somewhat hyperventilating. So, the nurses were trying to help me regulate my breathing and all I could do was tell them that "I can't, I can't". Those two words came out of my mouth a lot in that delivery room. After having me breath through a few contractions they finally brought in a midwife who was in the hallway. She came in and had me push once and that's when my doctor walked in.
He walked in and had me push about two or three times before Jaron was born. He arrived exactly 23 minutes after I was put on the monitors. My total labor and delivery was about 2 hours and 45 minutes. If the hospital had been further away we wouldn't have made it. But, we did make it and he arrived healthy and strong. I also survived what many women before me have done. I can tell you that natural child birth isn't a walk in the park and is extremely intense, but it is also very empowering. I'm so grateful that I was able to experience that process and even more grateful that it made for an amazing recovery!
He's been such a fun addition to the family. The girls absolutely love him, especially Britnee. I'm amazed at how much she loves taking care of him and helping me out. She has been so great to have around! Chad has had his hands full trying to tackle the three girls while I deal with the baby, but I look forward to seeing my two guys become best buddies over the years. And I am loving being a mom to a little boy. I forgot how much I love the little newborns and the sweetness that they bring. It's already been a process trying to be a mom of 4 kids that are 4 years and younger, but I wouldn't trade them for anything.


