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marylandavedc

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Date: Mon Feb 28 5:59 PM, 2011

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I was really excited about this week. This was one of my last weeks of freedom before becoming a dad. I always loved going up to the cabin with my friends, we all met up there skiing, and it was great to get away with them. Normally we would ski all day, drink all night, and do it all over again the next day. I was due in 2 weeks, so I wasn’t going to participate in the skiing or drinking, but I still looked forward to spending time with my friends, and doing what I wanted, when not having to worry about a baby.

Now the only thing I really wanted right now, was to be out of the car. I had been driving for 6 hours now, the normal 3 hour trip was doubled due to the conditions on the roads. Even worse, the steering wheel kept brushing against my popped bellybutton and the thing was almost raw. I was going about 15 miles per hour trying to be safe. Cell reception was very shoddy up in the mountains, so I wasn’t able to see where my friends were, but they were supposed to have left 2 hours after me. It was good because that time would give me a chance to take a nap before they got there and the party started.

I pulled up to the house just in the nick of time. The baby had been sitting on my bladder for the last hour and I really had to go. On top of that, from sitting in the car for the past 6 hours my back was killing me. I also just felt a little bit off, and really needed a nap and a shower. I pulled up to the cabin and everything was dark, I was the first person there. I could barely get my car into the driveway, they hadn’t plowed anything on the street and as the snow continued to fall, it was getting worse. I couldn’t imagine having to park on the street and walk the half mile to the house if I wasn’t able to get in.

I darted up to the house as fast as a pregnant guy could in a foot of snow. When I made it to the bathroom I quickly pulled down my sweat pants; all that fit me at this point, and peed. I couldn’t really see around my belly, but I was able to get most of it in the toilet. I finished up and look a look in the mirror. I pulled up my sweater and looked at my belly. Although I was 2 weeks from my due date, I looked like I could go at any time. My belly hung low and in the past few day I could feel the baby descending deeper into my hips and getting ready to be born. It started to look like a melon as it took on an oblong shape, forming stretch marks as it morphed and succumbed to gravity. Even though my belly had some growing to do before I hit my due date, it looked like my baby was quickly running out of room. I could see its every movement within the confines of my womb. Every kick protruded like a miniature hill on my enormous belly and every shift looked like a rolling wave. It probably wasn’t the smartest move to come out here, but I really needed to see my friends one last time before fatherhood took control of me. As my hands moved around the big heavy belly the baby squirmed around letting me know he was still in there. Several kicks hammered against the top of my belly, near where the skin expanded out from my considerably meatier pecs. I tried to avoid moving the fabric of my sweater against them, my nipples were painfully sore and I expected that I would soon be lactating. Sighing, I dropped my sweater back down over my pregnancy.

I went out to the car and got my overnight bag and some groceries I brought up. Good thing I did, because the kitchen was empty. I was exhausted by the time I made the second trip. I also got nervous as I saw the snow fall heavier. I hope my friends would make it up tonight, and if not at least tomorrow morning.

I got settled in the master bedroom, first come first serve! No one was around, so I turned up the heat and walked around in my boxers. I started the bath and helped myself to some of the ice cream I brought. The baby must not have liked the idea of the ice cream because he started shifting around a lot in my belly. My back continued its ache from the car ride, I was really looking forward to the bath. I slipped in and enjoyed the water taking some of the weight off my back. Even with the bath tub filled to almost the top, the top of my belly still remained above water. With these surroundings, my bellybutton looked quite majestic sitting at the center of my belly. Like a volcano in the center of an island. It even looked red and angry from where the steering wheel had rubbed it raw. My attention was suddenly drawn to the edge of the “island”. The baby kicked hard enough to make a small ripple in the water where the skin protruded. From what the doctors said, the baby was going to be about 10 lbs. Not too bad for a male pregnancy, but still on the big side. I wasn’t looking forward to the idea of child birth, but I knew I could handle it.

I got out of the bath and toweled myself dry. It was about 9pm and after a full day of traveling, this pregnant man was tired. I was starting to get worried about my friends, and tried to call, but my cell had no reception.

I climbed into bed and tried to get situated. At home, I had a very specific ritual for trying to get to sleep. I had the right pillows for under my back, under my belly, and under my knee, but here I had to make due. I finally settled in, but the position I was in gave me a terrible back ache. I did my best to count sheep and try to fall sleep.

I woke suddenly at 3am. Im not sure what woke me, but I was awake. I stared at the clock for a few more minutes, and my back ache came back fiercely. I got myself to a seated position, and something felt off. I sat there for a minute, letting the baby get resettled, and tried to get up. The baby had dropped, he was a lot lower than when I went to bed. I could feel a different strain on my back, this one was deep and heavy. I could feel the entire weight of the baby on my back. It really felt like he could drop out at any minute.

Walking around was hard, but all that made my back ache go away. I wandered around the house in my bathrobe. I had it opened and tied just under my belly so my belly hung out. The cold air felt good against my skin, my belly was always warm and almost always had a slight shine to it, because of a layer of sweat. I had one hand on my back and the other rubbing my stretched skin. Luckily the baby was calm.

I wandered up to the top floor and heard a ‘bing’ in my pocket. I got a text message. Immediately I tried to dial a number but was unable to get thru. I did get the text from my friends “couldn’t make it up the mountain, 3 feet of snow’. Great, so now I was alone until the road was plowed. I started to think about the gravity of the situation. Alone and pregnant. I started to get a nauseous feeling in my stomach, then the baby started to kick. After this furry of kicks I felt my belly tighten and release. In utter denial, I had to believe that this was because of my nerves.

I got myself back to the bedroom and settled in again. I called myself and the baby down and finally got back to sleep. Again I was woken up at about 4am and the tightness in my belly had returned. I could feel it getting harder and finally loosening back up to its regular state. My worst fear had come true, I was in labor.

I pulled myself to a seated position in bed and gathered my thoughts. Labor for a first baby can easily last 24 hours, and if the snow stopped they could get the roads plowed by mid afternoon and an ambulance could be here quickly. That was if I could call an ambulance. I looked out the window at the opposite side of the room and saw the snow continuing to fall. I put my hands on my belly and felt the baby inside. He began to stir again, and my belly began to tighten. This was the real thing.

Anticipating a long delivery I tried to calm my nerves and get back to sleep. Luckily just being pregnant was exhausting enough, and I fell asleep relatively easily. I was awoken every 30 minutes or so until 8am with contractions. They weren’t painful as much as they were uncomfortable. The baby always knew they were coming before I did. He would wiggle around, then Id feel a tightening in my back, then my belly would bulge out in front of me and get very hard. They would last for a minute and they my whole body would relax again.

By noon the contractions were close to 10 minutes apart. I tried numerous times to call out or send text messages, but no one came thru. The contractions started to get painful at this point. I was laboring in just a pair of tighty whities and trying to walk around the house. With the flurry of activity in my belly, I was getting quite warm and could only walk around in underwear. The best position to deal with the contractions was leaning up against the wall. Id place one hand on the wall and lean against it. With the other hand, Id hold on and rub my belly, trying to relax the contracting muscles. I didn’t feel the need to push, but I did feel the pressure in my hips increasing. As my belly tried to push the baby lower, my hips resisted. Knowing there was no one in the house, or for 10 miles, I moaned as loud as I needed to release the stress I was feeling.

At 3pm, the contractions were about 5 minutes apart. I was on the floor, elbows on the couch, and knees on the floor riding out the contractions. I rocked my hips back and forth trying to relieve the pressure I was feeling. The contractions continued to hit me regularly. A particularly strong one came and my water broke. The feeling of the pressure release was great. At that point my belly was getting so tight with the contractions I felt as if the skin was going to burst, but with my water breaking, I felt some relief.

The relief was short lived as the contractions sped up and began to last more than a minutes at a time. I knew the time was coming to I took one 5 minute break between contractions and gathered supplies for the birth. I grabbed some scissors from the kitchen and a bottle of water. I also grabbed several towels and took them up to the bed room. I situated everything close by so I could reach it.

For the next 2 hours I labored in the bed. I was soaked in sweat and the bed sheets were wet too. I occasionally would roll on my side and labor with one knee up, and other times Id lie flat on my back and massage my aching belly muscles. The contractions seemed to come right on top of each other, and I got no relief. I didn’t yet feel the urge to push, and knew that pushing before that was bad for both me and the baby. The good news was that the baby had stopped kicking me from inside, so I only had to deal with his head grinding down on my birth canal. With each passing hour I could feel the head moving deeper. I did feel like I was making progress; and that the end was close.

At 9pm that night I was very ready for the experience to be over. I suddenly felt the urge to push. Just like in the movies, I picked my knees up and pulled them towards me. After an hour of pushing like this, something just didn’t feel right, things were not progressing. I started to get nervous that I wouldn’t be able to deliver this kid on my own. I then had an idea, I got my self up on my knees and decided to labor on all fours. This felt so much better. I pulled a pillow close to me for my belly to rest on. My back arched with the weight of my heavy belly and I spread my legs wide to accommodate the head descending.

With each contraction I pushed and pushed. Occasionally I would reach back to feel if anything was there, but nothing. I did still feel the baby inching its way out. I then suddenly felt a burning back there. I felt back with my hand and felt a head. My baby’s head! This gave me a renewed energy and I began to push again. Finally I got the head out. With a few more pushes the shoulders made their way out, and the baby fell to the bed.

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nightshadow

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Date: Fri Mar 4 9:35 PM, 2011

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Awesome scene, nice work. The guy had great strength giving birth alone, totally would love to read more. __________________

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Date: Fri Mar 4 10:50 PM, 2011

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Marylandavedc: Really wish there was more to this story? Like his friends show up two days after he's delivered? __________________ I'll tell it like it is I'll never lie to you.

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Date: Tue Apr 19 6:25 AM, 2011

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This guy is brave. __________________ Marcus Scott

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Date: Wed Aug 10 5:36 PM, 2011

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loved it __________________

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