It was 4 am on December 29th. We had just moved into a new house a few weeks earlier and things were just winding down from the Christmas excitement. But the excitement was about to begin again. Josh had just woken up to take a friend to the airport, and either he woke me getting ready, or the contractions woke me. So, I told my husband not to go to the airport. JK. I actually texted my best friend and didn't mention the contractions to my husband.
Well, the contractions continued after the shower. In fact, they got longer and stronger. I let my husband know that he probably shouldn't go into work and also let my midwife and photographer know that this seemed to be the real deal. I told my photographer not to rush. I dried and straightened my hair between contractions and swayed on my exercise ball when they got so intense, it was hard to stand. I was singing and texting, snapping selfies in my closet, and handling labor well, alone, in my quiet bathroom. My two kids were asleep down the hall.
Around 6 am, Josh got home. I asked him to inflate and fill my labor tub and to make me a bowl of soup. I scarfed down my soup and waited for the tub to fill. And waited. And waited some more. And waited MORE. And finally, it filled. And oh my gosh, it was actually the perfect temperature. So, at 6:30, I texted my midwife to check in, and slipped into the tub. Josh asked if I minded if he took a nap, knowing he'd probably want to be well-rested later. Of course I didn't mind. So he napped, and I labored.
The tub was so warm and relaxing. And relaxing my muscles and my mind meant my body was free to do its thing with no distraction. So, a half hour later, Josh woke up to me pushing. And no midwife. So, as he looks on in a panic, begging me to stop pushing (her head is already out at this point), I birth her into my hands, and turn over to snuggle her on my chest. Josh asked what he needed to do, and I asked him to snap some photos (on our point and shoot) and tell me the time. 7:12 am.
Shortly after that, my midwife and photographer/wonderful friend arrived. And my kids woke up.
And that is the story of how I met my spunkiest, wildest, grumpiest, whiniest, smartest, most beautiful, most kind, silliest, and sweetest Kate.