She was born on Thursday, March 21st at 6:07am, after her mother started having contractions at 3am the previous morning. At birth, Aria weighed 9lbs 1oz and measured 20.5 inches long, similar to the Pelikan M1000 I was carrying. After her first visit with the pediatrician on the 25th, Aria was already starting to gain weight, weighing 6oz heavier than her discharge weight of 8lbs 6oz. The doctor said she was in excellent health and doing well. We’re scheduled to return when Aria is two weeks old.
Not everything went as smooth as a Mike Masuyama modified nib, though. Kisha’s due date was Sunday, March 17. After the doctors noticed an irregularity in the baby’s heartbeat at her visit on the 18th, we were instructed to go across the street to the hospital for extended monitoring. Two hours later we found out that the baby was doing just fine and the irregularity was nothing to worry about. The doctor on call did have Kisha spend the night since she was past her due date and wanted to discuss the possiblity of inducing labor the next morning.
When Tuesday morning (closer to noon, actually) finally rolled around we were informed that both Kisha and the baby were doing excellent, but that if things didn’tstart progressing we’d have to come in Thursday evening to start the induction process. Thankfully, things started happening on their own and around 9pm Wednesday evening when Kisha started having severe contractions. By the time we arrived at the hospital Kisha was dilated about 3cm. For the rest of the evening and into Thursday morning she progressed at a rate of slightly less than 1cm per hour.
Waiting for Aria to come out was like opening a package from the Goulets: it wasn’t easy. In fact, it was
a little scary. Aria got stuck in the birth canal and her heart rate started to drop into the 120’s. The nurses connected a bag of glucose to Kisha’s IV line and gave her an oxygen mask. Little did I know at the time that these were for the baby’s benefit, not mom’s. Had I known that, I probably would not have been as calm as I was.
After several more minutes without any progress the doctor informed us that he was going to have to perform an episiotomy and probably use a vacuum to help get her out. Minutes later and he had attached the vacuum and starting to pull in rhythm with Kisha’s pushes. I turned to look at Kisha to say “She’s almost out!” and when I looked back at the doctor he was juggling a baby, had turned her upside down, and was clearing her nose and mouth with a bulb syringe.
At this point I was getting very scared because Aria looked as blue as a smurf and I hadn’t heard a single scream. The doctor sat her on Kisha’s chest and a moment later a nurse took her away to a special table where 4 other nurses and doctors were scrambling in what can only be described as organized chaos. I never would have guessed so many people could be packed so close together and actually be working in unison. After what seemed like an eternity later, we finally heard our little girl scream! That was the first time I had shed tears in almost ten years.
Now things were starting to become a little more routine. Aria was in the nursery being examined and Kisha was being taken care of by the doctor and nurses. They were both doing very well. After a few hours and a small breakfast I was able to reflect on what had just happened. I with I could describe the experience and the feelings in terms you’d understand, but I lack the ability. It really is something you’ll only understand by going through it. I’m extremely proud of my wife for achieving her goal of giving birth without an epidural and my love for both her and Aria seem to grow each day.