Rowan Lochlan Coleman White arrived at 2:05pm on September 10th. He was quiet, observant, and quite a little helper to mommy as she worked to get him into the world.
We were supposed to check in at the hospital at 6am, so Jeremy and I left the house before the sun was up and started out in a car laden down with bags that had been packed 6 weeks before. Not wanting to arrive after anyone else that may have a scheduled induction, I asked Jeremy to speed up a bit. Approximately 30 seconds later we spotted flashing lights in the rear view mirror.
After rolling down the window and yelling to the officer that I was in labor (much to Jeremy’s consternation), the officer shown his light into my passenger side window and questioned our reasons for speeding at such an early hour. Clearly he hadn’t heard me the first time. Jeremy calmly told him that I was in labor (only a minor embellishment), to which the officer shone his light directly on my belly before asking Jeremy his age. We laughed about this random questioning afterwards, wondering if he wanted to see if Jeremy would fumble under pressure, or if we both simply looked too young to be having children. The officer must have received a satisfactory answer either way, because after a warning to be careful and drive slower, we were on our way once again.
We arrived at the hospital and were very quickly taken to the room. I got comfortable in my green gown and hospital bed and the nurses came and hooked me up to a few machines. We waited for the doctor to arrive, she broke my water at about 8:30am, and they gave me a small amount of Pitocin.
An epidural nurse arrived and gave me the run-down on what to expect when I decided to get the drugs. He then gave me a bit too much information, telling me that in the off-chance that the needle was inserted too far I would most likely get a raging headache within 24 hours that could last 2 days. Being prone to migraines and not wanting the first experiences I had with my new child to be spend in a drug-induced haze, I was a little concerned when the nurse told me that he would be administering the epidural himself if I was ok with that. I asked if he felt confident in his abilities, and he let me know that he was very comfortable, as he had been doing it for a grand total of 4 weeks now.
He left and I resolved to get an actual doctor in the room when the time came for that large needle to enter my spine.
Soon the nurses came in to check my progression and turned off the Pitocin almost as soon as it had been turned on. I had progressed to 6cm dilated. After a total of 17 contractions I called for the epidural because it was starting to get a little more painful than I could manage.
The nurse and doctor arrived surprisingly quickly, and I just as quickly let them know that I wasn’t comfortable with 4 weeks experience. I’m so glad I made that decision, because I would have worried myself to death about an impending headache otherwise. Once the epidural had been given, I started to get the disconcerting numb feeling in my legs that would soon lead to dead weight from the torso down.
In a matter of only a few hours, I was ready to start pushing. But once I started they had me stop – he was already crowned after just one big push!
The doctor arrived quickly (thank goodness), and after 3 more pushes, Rowan very graciously stuck his arm out first, which narrowed his body and let him come right out. What a gentleman!
He arrived at 3:05pm with a head full of dark hair. He was also much bigger than anticipated at 7lb 12 oz, 20 1/4 inches long, and was immediately hungry and ready to latch.
Our time getting to know him while in the hospital was made even sweeter when Griffin came to meet his little brother and throw him his first birthday party. He ran down the hallway carrying huge balloons and excitedly yelling, “I get to meet my little brother!”
I hope they will always be that enthusiastic about one another.