Hi, Baby McDonald #3. This is your story.
I found out I was pregnant with you in a WalMart bathroom in San Antonio, TX, at the end of our coast trip with your daddy’s family. I was shocked, to say the least. I was finally able to tell your father about 45 minutes later. I held up the test and asked him if he thought that looked like a plus sign. He was shocked, too.
It’s not that we didn’t want you, and aren’t ecstatic to have you. But, you see, your sister Camilla had just turned 7 months old. I wasn’t expecting you, but am beyond thrilled to have you in our lives. Clearly you were destined for our family.
You gave me a scare at 13 weeks (just like your brother and sister did). Whereas I had a subchorionic hemorrhage with them, I actually had a tiny amniotic fluid leak with you. That scared the crap out of me. I was on edge for weeks, terrified of losing you. I actually spent a great deal of the pregnancy worried that you were going to come early. There’s no danger of that, as I started writing this the day I hit 41 weeks. Clearly you are stubborn.
The pregnancy itself was pretty uneventful, for which I am grateful. I’ve been in great health, and you have too. JR is amazing, and you’re going to love having him as a big brother. He’s so kind and sweet, smart and funny, and a million other fantastic things. Camilla is pretty awesome too. She’s a feisty, bright, willful, adventurous little girl who brings us all a smile.
I don’t know where to start to tell you how lucky you are to have the father that you do. Maybe that will be a different story altogether. I’ll leave it at this for now: I’m lucky to have married my best friend and bore his children. Really lucky. Wait. Not lucky — blessed.
Your due date was approaching, and I was starting to fret about my limited mobility. We had just bought our first house, and your daddy had to pack the old house and move all by himself. Then there was a fire on the road to the mine, and he had to take a week off which turned out to be okay because he was able to finish moving and cleaning. We thought for sure that you’d make an entrance right after that, but no. I’d had some Braxton Hicks contractions, but no signs of labor. On your due date, June 25th, I had my OB’s nurse do a (very quick) membrane sweep. I was barely 1.5 cm at that point. With some help, I lost my mucus plug the next day, and started having bloody show the day after.
Then things stalled.
There was a lot of walking involved. We all saw Toy Story 3 at some point. There was a day we all walked up to Denny’s (with daddy pulling JR & Camilla in the wagon) for breakfast and back to the house. There have been about a million trips to WalMart to walk around, probably resulting in the purchase of more crap than we ever thought we needed. I figured out you were facing the wrong way — you were sunny-side-up, occiput posterior — and knew that you were going to have to turn around if I had a hope of ever getting you out.
I started doing all the things from Spinning Babies. I have spent most of the last week on all fours, tushy up in the air, trying to encourage you to turn. I felt drained, like I would be pregnant forever. I was also starting to be in immense pain, so I scheduled a chiropractic appointment with Dr. Bill McAfee. On July 1 (at 40w6d), he gave me an amazing sacral adjustment and did the Webster technique. I had a contraction immediately upon standing up. I felt you wiggling. I had contractions all day and night, feeling you wiggle with them all. The adjustment/technique opened up my pelvis and loosened up my uterine ligaments. I felt fabulous and re-energized, and even got a good night’s sleep.
Today is July 2nd. Today I am 41 weeks. Today you turned around. Today is also your (middle) namesake’s birthday. Happy birthday, Uncle Darrell! 45 years ago, my mother gave birth to him. Today I hope to give birth to you. We’re all eager to meet you!
