The City Comes Alive When We're Together
Birth
*Megan*
Even though I get a good amount of sleep, I wake up really early, around 5 in the morning due to major contractions. I turn to my side, back into the fetal position I put myself in yesterday afternoon and try really hard for my groans and pain to wake up Jack.
"You ok baby?" He asks me. Well, looks like I didn't do a good job staying quiet.
"Not really, no." I groan under my breath. "She's really hurting me." I feel myself start to tear up yet again from the pain, but I manage to hold it back.
"Do you want to call a nurse in?" He asks concerned, putting a hand on my cheek. "Maybe you're ready."
"Sure, I guess we could check." I respond. "I mean it wouldn't hurt to right?" I call the front desk of the nursery to let them know that I need to see my nurse. Minutes later she comes in.
"Hey sweetheart, how you feeling?" She asks me as she walks in.
"In pain. We wanted to check if maybe I was ready to have the baby yet." I tell her. She then sends Jack out and checks to see if I'm ready. After she's done, she let's Jack back into the room.
"Well, you will be able to have her sometime today, but not right now since you're still not dilated enough, but you're almost there." The nurse tells us. "You guys must be really excited?"
"We are." Jack answers. "Plus, we're obviously new to this, so we don't know when she's really ready so every time she's uncomfortable, we feel like it's time."
"I totally understand." The nurse says. "Don't worry, it won't be much longer." She smiles at us as she walks out of the room. Jack and I decide to go back to sleep since it was still 5:30 in the morning.
We end up staying asleep till almost 1 in the afternoon. We order up some lunch to eat and watch some television to kill time. Before we know it, it's almost time to order our dinner. But, before I get a chance to ask Jack if he's ready for dinner, I start to get really bad cramps, worse than I've been having since I went into labor yesterday. I start to cry uncontrollably along with the typical groaning and holding my stomach.
"Baby, what's wrong?" Jack yells running to my side.
"It really hurts." I cry. "I'm pretty sure she's ready now."
"You sure babe?" Jack asks me. "Maybe you're just too excited."
"No baby. It's not that." I groan under the tears. "This is more painful than the usual."
"Alright, I'll go get her." Jack says kissing me on the forehead and running out of the room. Minutes later, Jack runs back in with the nurses behind her. "We're pretty sure she's ready this time. She hasn't cried like that since she first went into labor."
"Alright, step out so we can check." The nurses tell Jack. He steps outside the door and begin to check how I'm doing. I hear some whispering back and forth till they end up letting Jack back in.
"You're totally ready to go. We need to get her out soon before it gets dangerous." The nurses tell us. "We'll be back as soon as we can with the equipment we need and we'll get to it." They hurry out of the room and I look over at Jack.
"Well, she's almost here." He smiles.
"Yeah, well not quick enough." I say. "She's killing me." A few minutes later the nurses run in with the stuff they need to help me out. Jack walks up to the side of me as they position me for the birth.
"Alright, now slowly and carefully start pushing." One of the nurses say. That's when I realize that I feel really awkward for the first time ever in front of Jack. But not enough to keep myself in pain. I do as they say, pushing slowly and carefully. They would count to 10 on each push then make me take a break before the next push. It got to push number 5 and suddenly a pain shoots through my pelvic area causing me to roughly push.
"Slow down, sweetheart." The other nurse tells me. "We can see the head, and you don't want to hurt her. Just push very softly." As I continue to push, I feel myself trying not to scream from the pain, and because I'm trying to resist it, small moans and groans are coming from my mouth.
"It's ok, baby." Jack whispers to me rubbing my cheek with one hand while holding my hand in the other. "You're almost done." I continue to push and suddenly the nurses stop me. Just then they lift up and reveal our daughter. I instantly tear up and begin to cry.
"Look at her!" One of the nurses exclaim. "She's so beautiful." After a few more seconds, the baby begins to cry.
"Jack, come over here and help us out." The other nurse tells him. I look up at him to see that I'm not the only one crying. This is the first time I ever saw Jack cry, and that only made me want to cry more. I give him a hug and he walks over to the nurses to help clean our baby and cut the umbilical cord. He seems to be handling this so much better than I would've expected him to. Once she was all cleaned up, they put her in some clothes, wrap her up in a blanket as they walk over and hand her to me. I look at her and instantly tear up.
"She's here, she's actually here." I cry as Jack kisses me then the baby on the cheek.
"What will you guys name her?" One of the nurses ask. Jack and I stare at each other for a few minutes and realize we never decided a name. Just then Jack smiles.
"I know her name." I then give him a confused look. "Amy." I smile, remembering that I really liked that name in middle school, which I had told Jack shortly after we met. I'm sure that's why he picked the name as well. The nurse fills out her birth certificate and puts it in her small bed. After the nurses leave the room, I look over at Amy and kiss her on the forehead.
"So, you must really listen to me." I laugh.
"Yeah, of course I do." He smiles. "I knew that was what I wanted to name her this whole time." Jack and I spend the next couple of hours doing nothing but staring at Amy and taking care of her every chance we had.
Even though I get a good amount of sleep, I wake up really early, around 5 in the morning due to major contractions. I turn to my side, back into the fetal position I put myself in yesterday afternoon and try really hard for my groans and pain to wake up Jack.
"You ok baby?" He asks me. Well, looks like I didn't do a good job staying quiet.
"Not really, no." I groan under my breath. "She's really hurting me." I feel myself start to tear up yet again from the pain, but I manage to hold it back.
"Do you want to call a nurse in?" He asks concerned, putting a hand on my cheek. "Maybe you're ready."
"Sure, I guess we could check." I respond. "I mean it wouldn't hurt to right?" I call the front desk of the nursery to let them know that I need to see my nurse. Minutes later she comes in.
"Hey sweetheart, how you feeling?" She asks me as she walks in.
"In pain. We wanted to check if maybe I was ready to have the baby yet." I tell her. She then sends Jack out and checks to see if I'm ready. After she's done, she let's Jack back into the room.
"Well, you will be able to have her sometime today, but not right now since you're still not dilated enough, but you're almost there." The nurse tells us. "You guys must be really excited?"
"We are." Jack answers. "Plus, we're obviously new to this, so we don't know when she's really ready so every time she's uncomfortable, we feel like it's time."
"I totally understand." The nurse says. "Don't worry, it won't be much longer." She smiles at us as she walks out of the room. Jack and I decide to go back to sleep since it was still 5:30 in the morning.
We end up staying asleep till almost 1 in the afternoon. We order up some lunch to eat and watch some television to kill time. Before we know it, it's almost time to order our dinner. But, before I get a chance to ask Jack if he's ready for dinner, I start to get really bad cramps, worse than I've been having since I went into labor yesterday. I start to cry uncontrollably along with the typical groaning and holding my stomach.
"Baby, what's wrong?" Jack yells running to my side.
"It really hurts." I cry. "I'm pretty sure she's ready now."
"You sure babe?" Jack asks me. "Maybe you're just too excited."
"No baby. It's not that." I groan under the tears. "This is more painful than the usual."
"Alright, I'll go get her." Jack says kissing me on the forehead and running out of the room. Minutes later, Jack runs back in with the nurses behind her. "We're pretty sure she's ready this time. She hasn't cried like that since she first went into labor."
"Alright, step out so we can check." The nurses tell Jack. He steps outside the door and begin to check how I'm doing. I hear some whispering back and forth till they end up letting Jack back in.
"You're totally ready to go. We need to get her out soon before it gets dangerous." The nurses tell us. "We'll be back as soon as we can with the equipment we need and we'll get to it." They hurry out of the room and I look over at Jack.
"Well, she's almost here." He smiles.
"Yeah, well not quick enough." I say. "She's killing me." A few minutes later the nurses run in with the stuff they need to help me out. Jack walks up to the side of me as they position me for the birth.
"Alright, now slowly and carefully start pushing." One of the nurses say. That's when I realize that I feel really awkward for the first time ever in front of Jack. But not enough to keep myself in pain. I do as they say, pushing slowly and carefully. They would count to 10 on each push then make me take a break before the next push. It got to push number 5 and suddenly a pain shoots through my pelvic area causing me to roughly push.
"Slow down, sweetheart." The other nurse tells me. "We can see the head, and you don't want to hurt her. Just push very softly." As I continue to push, I feel myself trying not to scream from the pain, and because I'm trying to resist it, small moans and groans are coming from my mouth.
"It's ok, baby." Jack whispers to me rubbing my cheek with one hand while holding my hand in the other. "You're almost done." I continue to push and suddenly the nurses stop me. Just then they lift up and reveal our daughter. I instantly tear up and begin to cry.
"Look at her!" One of the nurses exclaim. "She's so beautiful." After a few more seconds, the baby begins to cry.
"Jack, come over here and help us out." The other nurse tells him. I look up at him to see that I'm not the only one crying. This is the first time I ever saw Jack cry, and that only made me want to cry more. I give him a hug and he walks over to the nurses to help clean our baby and cut the umbilical cord. He seems to be handling this so much better than I would've expected him to. Once she was all cleaned up, they put her in some clothes, wrap her up in a blanket as they walk over and hand her to me. I look at her and instantly tear up.
"She's here, she's actually here." I cry as Jack kisses me then the baby on the cheek.
"What will you guys name her?" One of the nurses ask. Jack and I stare at each other for a few minutes and realize we never decided a name. Just then Jack smiles.
"I know her name." I then give him a confused look. "Amy." I smile, remembering that I really liked that name in middle school, which I had told Jack shortly after we met. I'm sure that's why he picked the name as well. The nurse fills out her birth certificate and puts it in her small bed. After the nurses leave the room, I look over at Amy and kiss her on the forehead.
"So, you must really listen to me." I laugh.
"Yeah, of course I do." He smiles. "I knew that was what I wanted to name her this whole time." Jack and I spend the next couple of hours doing nothing but staring at Amy and taking care of her every chance we had.
3/26/13