Mason George Aamot arrived into this world at 3:08pm on a beautiful
Wednesday afternoon September 10, 2014.
The last few weeks of pregnancy were spent having prodromal labor,
meaning I was going in and out of labor. I was dilated and effaced and my body
was doing its best to get things going. Mason however, was not quite ready. I
had many doctors visits that left me feeling like I was going to just give
birth at home. I was too early to be induced, but I knew my body was not going
to get me there without some help. Finally after work on September 9 I met with
Dr. Dowling who checked me and was shocked to find I was dilated to a 6. Most
women are in the hospital by this point and she was surprised to hear I was still
working and going about my usual business. She scheduled an induction for the
following morning. I left the office with my heart pounding and my head
spinning. I called Kyle to tell him, then headed to the grocery store to stalk
up. I pushed the buggy around panicking with every tightening wave over my
stomach, because even though I had felt them for weeks I knew this was the end.
I would soon be a mom, and Kyle a dad.
I got home to find our mud room sprayed with unspeakable body fluids
from our dogs. That's a whole other story, but long story short Kyle had
thought it was funny they were eating things from our garden…he fed them a
little too much. I could only milk being pregnant for a few more hours and so I
took a picture with my phone, sent it to Kyle, and stepped over it and into the
house. Picture a 38 week pregnant woman playing hot lava monster…only the lava
was poop…and vomit.
We packed up the car. I don't remember now how we spent our very last
night just us. Funny looking back I wish we had made a memory of it. You don't
realize it's the last time you'll have that time until it's gone. It seems
fleeting now, all four years of being just us. In the morning we woke up at 6am
and called the hospital to check for a bed. Being a full moon the night before
I guess a lot of women gave birth so we were told to call back. Kyle enjoyed a
bowl of lucky charms. I refused to eat because I wasn't about to puke while
giving birth. We called back again and were told to head in. I hadn't been that
shaky or full of adrenaline since our wedding day. Fitting since these are the
two days I love most.
We arrived and the nurse told me I looked like a deer in headlights. I
replied flatly "well I have to push a human out my lady tunnel." They
asked what number child this was for us and we said our first. She seemed
confused and let us know coming in this far dilated and effaced doesn't happen
often at all with a first…but most of what happened seems pretty lucky now.
Around 10am I was dilated to a 7 and the doctor broke my water. You are
choosing to continue this read so I'm not apologetic…it gushed. Like gallons of
hot water pouring out. I tried to tell the nurse I was peeing the bed after
about an hour of this because I couldn't believe there was that much liquid
inside me. Around noon I chose to get a "dangerous epidural". We
thought the nurses were going to high five us. They were all for it and even
though the pain was doable I wanted it to be as comfortable as the whole giving
birth experience could be. The epidural was insane. Did you know it goes up
your spine?! I didn't and I felt it because the numbing didn't quite work. Kyle
came two hot seconds from passing out which gave me a much needed laugh. I was
hunched on the side of the bed with a giant needle up my spine when I finally
felt a "contraction". Not to sound like a tough guy but through all
this time contractions were not what I thought they would be. It was
uncomfortable yes, painful not really. Cramps though, those are excruciating. I
would rather give birth once a month than have cramps. So anyway, I sat there
with my body shaking and tightening and a man trying to give me the epidural.
After he was done I took a two hour nap. Kyle went out to visit with his
mom in the waiting room. I woke up to an epidural that had stopped working on
my left side and was only half working on my right. I asked the nurse for a
flipping popsicle finally because I was starving. I started getting stronger
tightening feelings and I asked Kyle if he could come back in the room. Kyle
came in and watched the machine and told me when the contractions were peaking
so I could see the end of one in sight before the next began. I heard a lot of
"this one's huge" and "This is the biggest one yet". He was
amazing. The nurse finally came back with my popsicle. I did have tears
streaming down my face but to be honest it was more out of fear of what I knew
was happening in a matter of time. We were told it would still be several more
hours, but then the nurse checked me just before 3pm. She checked me, looked up
at Kyle and said "uh the baby is right there". She was holding up a
finger and marking her first knuckle. She told me to give a practice push. I
started to push and she quickly yelled stop and ran and got the doctor. Dr.
Dowling came in and checked me and did the same thing. Once again I started to
push and her face looked shocked as she said stop. In a hurry they got
everything around us ready. They told me to push during the next contraction.
We were all staring at each other and I thought I was waiting for the next one
when they informed me what I was feeling WAS a contraction. I assumed it would
hurt more I guess. More than just tightening. Four pushes, 8 minutes of labor
and Mason George Aamot entered this world.
7lbs and 20 inches long. Tiny perfection. He army crawled up to
nuzzle in my neck and that was it. I was overwhelmingly in love with this
person I didn't even know yet. Funny how he knew exactly who I was and that all
he wanted was to be as close to me as he possibly could be.