Hadley was due on Thursday, November 14, so by the 15th I was really about to freak (call me patient). I was so ready to have this baby. I had Jamie laughing at me for days as he watched me scour the internet in attempt to try every single way of inducing this baby naturally. On Friday night (the 15th), we had just sat down to eat dinner (a frozen homemade chicken pot pie that a sweet friend from our church life group made and gave us! Thanks Trinity!), and I started feeling contractions. Like everyone said, they came on strong and fast. I never had any Braxton Hicks throughout the pregnancy, but I knew these were contractions. I downloaded a contraction timing app and sure enough after an hour there were lasting about a minute each about four minutes apart. By 8:30 p.m. I told Jamie to put on a jacket and walk around the block with me. We walked a mile, and when I got home I had a couple more definite signs that this was, in fact, the real thing. We called our families and my mom hit the road from Alabama. Jamie’s mom and brother also hit the road from Austin, Texas. Jamie jumped in the shower and we started getting things ready. We were both physically shaking and giggling with nerves and excitement. This was it!
I pushed for an hour, and it may sound crazy, but that hour was one of the most incredible of my life. I was in zero pain and I was finally about to meet this baby. Talk about adrenaline! It was also so much less dramatic than I thought. The only people in the room were me, Jamie, the photographer, and two nurses. At one point I asked where everybody else was (I always imagined a whole team of people being in there), and the nurse told me that they will all come once she’s about to pop out. I definitely made everyone that came into the room giggle when they saw my socks (thank you Bethy! You are a goof!).
I only pushed about nine times, and at 2:03 a.m. Hadley Lynn DeSpain came out screaming. She could work that bottom lip from the second she was born. They immediately placed her on my chest, and Jamie and I experienced the most beautiful minute of our lives as we admired this miracle we’d created. I’ll never forget that flood of emotion. I didn’t cry like I thought I would though. I was just so happy. (I’ll spare you the “bloody” pictures, but trust me when I say that they are beautiful!)
For this kind of love, I would do it all again a thousand times!
I want to end this post with a shout out to my husband. He was absolutely, positively the best coach in the world. I needed him to get through it all! Looking back, I’m still in awe of how incredibly loving and supportive he was/is. My love for him grew ten-fold after this experience. I love you, J.