at 6:30 am on march 17th, i woke for what was probably the tenth bathroom trip of the night, only this time it was followed by a click. yelling to steve “hey, i think my water broke”, he replied groggily, “you think??” with oliver, they broke my water at the hospital, so this was completely new to me. fun fact: my moms water didn’t break with my sister or i. apparently, it is more rare than they seem to show on tv, and i can now say from experience it is much less traumatic. ; ) we called my midwifes, and lindsay (who delivered oliver) answered, telling me to head right to the hospital to start on antibiotics i was supposed to have for four hours. we were incredibly lax as most are with the second, so we quickly packed our bags, installed the car seat (okay, maybe we were procrastinating too much) and began the half hour trip to the hospital.
by the time we arrived, my contractions were practically one right after the other and things seemed to be progressing very fast. when oliver was born last winter, i was induced and had a drawn out 43 hour labour, so these intense contractions so soon were quite the contrast. lindsay left, and one of my three midwifes bernadette took her place. she began a tub bath for me, and after a few minutes in the tub i told her i felt like i needed to push. six minutes of pushing, and maribelle james kerr was born at 9:30 am.
steve was there to help take maribelle out and onto my chest during her first breaths, and also cut the umbilical cord. he was beyond thrilled to play such important roles in her birth story, and i was equally happy to have him there being the best possible father and husband from the time we arrived to currently, as he lays next to me while i’m writing this holding little miss to sleep.
oliver has been the most gentle, caring big brother from the start. when he arrived at the hospital, he first gave me a kiss and then reached out to touch maribelle. we explained to him how this is his little sister, the responsibilities he has to take care of her, and how we know he’s going to do such a great job. from then on, its been nothing but kissing her, bringing the binkies and burp clothes, and chanting “bebe bebe bebe” around the house. to think of life before we were a family of four seems like it never was. maribelle fits in seamlessly, and life has just about gotten back to normal – well, the new normal. we are still up every three hours for nursing, wide eyes and baby wimpers in the wee hours. we are now changing diapers more often than not, and doing tiny laundry during the small pauses in between. but we’re adjusting, and even in the not so perfect moments, this motherhood gig is so so beautiful.
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