I recently read an article about how some schools are now inquiring personal information from parents such as if their child was a c-section or a vaginal delivery, stating that your arrival may determine something about your future. I have also heard that the time of day which you are born may also effect your personality. Due to these recent revelations, and the fact that Skye's birthday is Saturday, I decided to relive the birth stories of my 5 children and compare it to the people they are.
Christopher was born September 18, 2003. He is now seven years old. People had always told me that I would just know when I was in labor, but I'd be lying if I told you that I knew right away I was in labor. It was 3am. I thought I had to take the biggest poo of my entire life, thus that's what I did. When I was done, the pain stopped, well for five minutes anyhow. That's when I thought I had to repeat the process. It was until my third attempt 3 minutes later when I realized what it was. While most moms have several 5 minutes apart contractions, mine went to 2 minutes apart almost immediately. Then by the time I had barfed and walked to the car, they were a minute and 30 seconds apart. My water broke as I stepped out of the car. Three old men were sitting outside at 4am laughing at me. I could barely talk to the ladies in the emergency room. I was already at 5cm after only an hour and a half of labor. At 10:18 AM, after 20 minutes of pushing, Christopher (who was supposed to be a girl) was born. He was 7lbs 11ozs, but I really don't remember those first minutes after his birth with him. Rather I remember that my resident doctor thought it would be hilarious to put the placenta and sac over his hand and make it talk.
To this day, Christopher is a morning person. He never has any trouble waking up, getting dressed, or arriving quickly to his destination. He is a nag and doesn't give up easily. If there is something he wants me to know, believe me, I get the hint.
Manda and Sydney were born on May 25, 2006. Despite having some mild contractions on the day I was exactly 38 weeks pregnant, they decided to speed the process up by being induced. It took what seemed like forever just to get to 3 cm. Then they broke Manda's water. Then it took another hour to get to 4cm. At this point my contractions were in dangerous overdrive, my epidural didn't work, and I had no time for another because I went from 4cm to 9cm in 20 minutes. I wasn't pushing and yet at 9cm I was crowning with Manda. Two pushes later she was out, screaming her head off like she was going to die at 10:20 pm. All I remember is that I wanted to be done. The doctors knew each other and were discussing the impending fishing season and I just wanted to tell them to stfu. Sydney was supposed to be a breech extraction, and although those words terrified me, I had read a lot about it online, and I felt confident that I would have a couple stitches and be leaving the hospital in 2 days. Only one problem, she was still in her water sac and they didn't realize it until they went to grab her feet, broke the sac and ended up with a hand. They shoved her back in (mind you zero pain meds were being used), and I had an emergency knocked out cold c-section. I was told she arrived at 11:11pm.
Today Manda takes her time until she wants to do something, then it must be done immediately. She is extremely quiet, until you make her mad at which point you can hear her halfway down the hall. She sleeps the most of all my kids. Sydney is stubborn. She is either your big helper, or your biggest rival. She never does anything the normal way. She makes her s's backwards and her y's are huge. She is a night owl without a doubt. She is also very smart.
Skye was born June 11, 2007. At 5am I was laying in bed next to Christopher who had a nightmare and thought I had farted. However, the fart was quite juicy thus leading me to believe I pooped myself. When I stood though I soon felt water gush down my leg and realized that in fact, my water had broken. So we went to the hospital...where we waited....for twelve hours....then I finally had a contraction. At 6:32, Skye was born via VBAC. Once again I had gone from 4cm to 10 cm in under 20 minutes, this time with pain meds! Hooray for that. She cried once, if you call it crying and fell asleep.
Today Skye is my procrastinator. She is my sleeper. She is my little princess that still loves to make the bed wet. She is my smartest child by far. She is always my biggest fan.
I would do Austin's birth story now, but I have another idea for that. I hope this inspires you to think about your kids and their arrivals, maybe even message me about then and how it's played out in their lives.
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