Hope you heard the news from someone, we only called a few people, and then a few people have called us, so they know that Lynn birthed our baby on Friday Feb. x, 199x. She became aware of her labor that morning, I and our friend Ms Smith both got home to Lynn about noon, Lynn seemed fine and I figured we would go to the hospital perhaps that night or the next day. So I did the dishes while Ms Smith sat with Lynn and timed contractions. We called the midwives back when the contractions got stronger and closer together, and they said to come in. We had a few things packed, but he was 2 weeks early, so we had to get things arranged fast. The drive in was uneventful, though Lynn began talking in very short sentences, such as "car bad" or "water now". Lynn was able to walk to the birthing room, even took the stairs as we always did during our many visits there, she stopped twice I think on the way to wait out a contraction while holding on to the wall. Ms Smith was a big help. We got Lynn into the birthing room and I went down to get stuff from the car. She had to be on the monitor for 20 mins. but the baby looked fine, so they took it off early. The midwife, Angie, examined her and said, "You are going to be sooooo happy," as Lynn was already at 9 cm and station 1. The nurse said "Oh my God" and we just laughed. Lynn continued her short sentences and we left her alone during contractions, talked to her a bit between. She walked around, tried different positions etc., and was Angie examined her again. Things slowed and the head would not pass the cervic, nor would the water break. More positioning, and talking, then we finally broke the water (with a stick). Still the head did not advance but the baby sounded fine, Lynn kept contracting, and finally Angie used a gloved finger to get the head past the cervix. Then Lynn started to feel things differently, More position changes, some pushing, some low moans and other undescribable sounds, and Angie had Lynn reach down and feel the babies head. All was still well, But Lynn wanted the child out. More pushing and the head popped out, the body came out fast and the child lay on the floor (as Lynn was standing). We heard a little "umph" that sounds the same as the "umph" he gives now, and sounds a bit like Lynn. We all looked at him and Lynn touched him (poked him in the balls) as if to see if he was real. She announced, “Look at the balls on that boy!” He started breathing and wiggling around. Angie clamped and cut the cord quickly as she was concerned about a surge of blood from Lynn’s womb. We got Lynn onto the bed and let her see the now wrapped baby, and tried to get him to nurse, but there was too much going on. Angie became concerned, and so we all did, I took the baby and sat in a chair near Lynn and tried to stay out of the way. The lights came on, the nurses rushed in, an IV was started, a supervisor was called, it was a bit little scary, Lynn kept saying "ouee-ouee", I talked to the child who had now pooped all over my shirt and pants, telling him momma was going to be fine and that he would be nursing in no time. He opened his eyes slowly, they rolled around in his head, then he brought them down and looked at me for about 2 seconds, then his eyes rolled back into his head and he went to sleep. I just held him and kept wiping his butt as he kept pooping (really nasty black tar poop). I would hold my breath and get my face close to his just to make sure he was still breathing. A few stitches and a few diaper changes later, and we were all together in our room for the night. We were both to hyped to sleep, so at 10pm when some friends stopped by the hospital we had them come up to the room. Lynn had the boy (yet unnamed) in bed with her, and covered with a sheet. After the hellos and how are yous, they asked to see the baby, and did not realize they were sitting next to him the whole time (I guess you had to be there).
Well that was about the end of that day.