After our second son, Kole was born, we waited a couple years before trying to get pregnant again. My pregnancy with Pax was very different from my first two pregnancies. This caused me to think that maybe I was having a girl this time. When we went for the ultrasound it was clear that there was another baby boy on the way!
The day he was born I woke up sometime between 3 am and 4 am to find that my water had broken. I was grateful for this because we had already had a false alarm and I had been put on bed rest. Sometime in early January I started having contractions and a little bit of spotting. The midwives and I agreed that with my past history it would be best if I rested as much as possible. That wasn't easy with a four year old and a two year old, but we found ways to make it work.
When I hit that 37 week mark I was overjoyed! I thought to myself, "As soon as I get off this couch I'm going to have this baby!" And then the little guy stayed in there for three more weeks! Yep, like my first son, he was also born on his due date.
The waiting was hard. I was ecstatic when my water broke because I knew I would get to meet him soon. I called the midwife then woke Phil up and asked him to call his mom. She came to stay with our big boys and we headed to the birth center. I don't remember how dilated I was, but it was enough to stay.
I had Group B strep again, so we needed to start antibiotics as well. A little while after the antibiotics entered my system I started feeling itchy. The midwife gave me some Benadryl, which always make me foggy and sleepy. Surprisingly my contractions didn't pick up right away the way had with my first birth, so I decided to take a nap.
My friend, Stephanie was a nurse and planning to go to school to become a midwife. I had invited her to be a part of this birth and when I woke up she had brought me breakfast. I sat and talked with her while I ate my bagel. I had to stop and breathe between bites when contractions came. After I was finished the midwife suggested that I walk around and try to get the contractions to pick up.
Phil and I walked around the birthing suite and attached family room. When a contraction came he would hold me and we would sway. The contractions got more intense and I asked if I could get in the tub. I labored there until it was time to push. I remember losing my breakfast and feeling very weak and foggy still from the Benadryl. The midwife gave me a couple spoons full of honey for a boost of energy. I remember saying, "I can't do this anymore!" And my friend Stephanie gave me encouraging words that kept me going.
When it came time to push the midwife checked the baby's heartbeat. It must not have sounded good because she said, "Ok, Krystle, we need to get this baby out now." After a few pushes he was out and the cord was wrapped around him pretty tightly. When the midwife unraveled the cord we saw that he wasn't breathing. I was in shock and just sat there looking at him. The midwife put him in my arms and encouraged me to talk to him. I rubbed his back and talked to him while they gave him oxygen. He started breathing and he was ok. Phil said that it only lasted less than a minute, but it felt like a lifetime to me.
Paxton James was born at 10:59 am on February 21st. He weighed 9 pounds 12 ounces. We struggled with finding a name for him. He actually didn't have a name until about an hour after he was born. Pax means peace in Latin. It is a perfect name for my little introvert. That boy brought me so much peace and joy in the first year of his life and every day since. His newborn days were full of sweet baby snuggles, which brought me comfort while I was walking through some hard things in my personal life. I am so blessed to be his mom and I am grateful for this sweet boy every day.