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marylandavedc

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Date: Mon Feb 28 6:01 PM, 2011

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Even as I sat in the recliner at my mother’s house, I could feel the strain on my back. My belly sat on my lap and I could feel the heaviness on my legs. The baby was asleep, which was a nice change. I tried to enjoy these next few hours of a sleeping baby before he inevitably woke up right before I went to bed, only to keep me up for another night. Due to the sheer size of the kid, at 11lbs, every little movement was felt. My skin was aching to the touch, as it had been stretched to its limits. I was forced to wear just sweat pants and t shirts the last few weeks, because nothing fit. As the baby began to drop lower into my pelvis in preparation for birth, no waist band, except elastic, could stand up to the belly forcing them down.
I slowly got up from the recliner and walked to the kitchen; my mother had breakfast made, and was happy to feed her son. I drove over from the apartment I shared with my boyfriend a few hours away. The boyfriend was one of my mother’s least favorite people, so he was not allowed. I agreed to come over on the one rule that she was not allowed to trash talk him. I helped myself to a meager breakfast, there was little room left in my body for food, so small meals were the way to go for me to avoid constant heartburn. My mom discussed again with me my birth plan. She really wanted to be the person in the room with me as I gave birth, but I think she knew it was going to be my boyfriend. I secretly think she hoped I’d go into labor today, so she would have to drive me to the hospital, and get to be with me.
Even after a small serving of eggs and toast, I felt full. My belly button had popped a few days ago, it was surly forced out by the sheer mass of the baby taking up room in my belly. I sat in the chair with my legs spread wide. I felt a strong pressure in my hips for the last 2 days, as the baby moved deeper into the birth canal, all I could do was help them stretch, and gently massage them. I enjoyed the feeling of the baby in my stomach; I could feel the head towards the base of my belly, the butt right at my navel, and two small feet at the top of my low belly. It was so tight, but still, as the child moved within I could feel it change shapes.
We spent the day hanging out around the house, friends of my mother’s would stop over to say hello. Everyone was so excited to see the expectant son. As they came over, I felt obligated to lift up my shirt to show them the great orb that was attached to me. The all marveled at the lack of stretch marks. I had only developed a few in the past few days, and they were a result of the kid moving lower. Each woman would put her hand on my gut and push trying to get the kid to move for them. He obliged the crowd each time, and I got pummeled from within.
It was around 4pm that I felt the first tightening in my back. It started as much a dull ache from the weight being carried in front, but then moved around the sides of my stomach, and gripped my belly squeezing hard. I was relieved that labor had started. The next contraction didn’t come for almost 90 minutes, so I figured that I had a good day before the real show. The plan was to sleep at my mother’s house; she would have been suspicious if I attempted to go home tonight. In speaking with my doctor, he said I’d probably have a long labor due to the size of the kid, maybe 24 hours. I was going to leave my mother’s house tomorrow morning and meet my boyfriend at the hospital which was about 3 hours from her house.
I got my next contraction as we were waiting in line for dinner. There was a slight wait for a table, so we were outside chatting. As my mom was talking I began to exhale slowly, she immediately was concerned. I just reassured her that it was a strong kick. Her hand immediately went to my belly to feel. She commented at how firm it felt, I explained that he was just moving lower and felt heavier against my skin.
Being pregnant takes a lot out of you. Even short walks from the restaurant to the car were enough to exhaust me. Getting out of my mother’s low riding sedan was also a workout. I could ease myself in fine, out getting out required me to swing my legs out and pull up from the roof. By 9pm, I was tired. I told my mom I was going to take a shower and get to bed. I went to the bathroom and took off my cloths and got the shower ready. I took a few minutes to look at my pregnant form one last time.
Over the past nine months I developed a small chest. My normally hard pecs had a good layer of fat over them, and they were puffed up by the milk I started to produce. My nipples became larger and darker. I was excited about breastfeeding. I had put on a couple pound of fat all over my body, but the bulk of the weight went to my belly. It started out that I carried the baby rather high, but sometime around my 7th month, the baby began to drop. It was a relief to my breathing, but the strain on my back had been intense. The belly hung down like an over inflated beach ball, and was usually has hard and heavy as a medicine ball.
Showering was nice. I loved the feeling of the hot water massaging my aching back. It had been taking a punishing lately with the kids growth, and the contractions I had been having. It was then that my next contraction came. My muscles tightened in my back and began to slowly ease around to my belly. I could see my belly change shapes as the muscles contracted. It became more of an oblong shape, like a watermelon. As the clenched together, they also bulged by sheer force. Not only was I being punished by the contracting muscles, and the baby squirming against the force, but also my skin ached as it was stretched even tighter against the bulging muscles. It had only been an hour since my last contraction, and I was beginning to think I might have to leave my mom’s place tonight.
I did manage to get some sleep that night. It wasn’t till about 3 am that my back was killing me. I was lying in bed staring at the red alarm clock. I could almost predict it perfectly, 45 minutes from my last contraction, a new one started up. Lying on the bed was the worst way to deal with them, so I slowly heaved myself up to a seated position. My hands instantly went to my back, trying to massage away the pain, it was excruciating. My belly would bulge lower and farther out pushing my legs wide. I tried to slow down my breathing, as not to wake my mother. Each contraction was lasting about 2 minutes. They kept building up pressure for about 90 seconds till it reached its peak, and they would slowly come down, and give me a break.
The pressure in my back and pelvis would not leave me when the contractions did. It go to a point that it felt better to just walk around. At 3:30am I put on a wife beater that was barely long enough to cover my belly button, it left the underside of my belly exposed, and started to walk around the house. I made it just about the kitchen when another contraction started to hit my body. I reached for one of the bar stools to steady myself, and began to rock back and forth. This was one of the only ways I could help move the kid down. Just then I heard my mother’s bedroom door open. I quickly tried to compose myself when she came over. She came up and asked what was wrong. I tried to let on to the pain I was feeling. I told her my back just hurt, and I think I needed to go home, just to sleep in my own bed. She knew the old mattress in the guest room wasn’t good for most people let alone a 9 month pregnant guy. Although she didn’t want me driving home at 4am, she knew how important sleep was to my body.
I texted my boyfriend and let him know the situation. Because the hospital was about 2 hours away from my mom’s house, I thought it was best just to meet there. I got changed back into my favorite sweats and t shirt and grabbed my bag, it was a relief to know that I’d be in a hospital before things got serious.
Waddling out to the car took longer than I would have liked. As the baby moved deeper inside of me, walking was harder on my hips. I felt as though there was a bowling ball sitting in my pelvis. My back was aching, and my belly was already sore from the contractions I had. I threw my bag in the back seat and tried to hoist myself up into the SUV. I already had the seat back as far as it could go, but now my belly touched the steering wheel. I tried to suck in my belly as much as I could as my mom helped me close the door. I didn’t want her to worry, and try to take me to the hospital herself.
When the door closed, I waited for her to go inside, and I exhaled. Driving while in labor was going to be an adventure, but I needed to get to my boyfriend, and hospital. Based on the timing of my contractions, I was due for another in 15 minutes; I just had one 15 minutes ago. On the way out of my mother’s development, I felt the contraction start up again. This couldn’t be, my contractions were now 15 minutes apart? I pulled over to the side of the road, and tried to ride it out. I did my Lamaze breathing and rubbed soothing circles on my belly. It was so tight; it felt like a rock, the pressure was incredible. No wonder this was speeding up, the contractions were hard.
I pulled on to the interstate and started cruising to the hospital. I watched the clock intently waiting for the next sign that a contraction would be coming. I stayed to the right of traffic and went slower than I normally would so I’d be able to ease over to the side of the road when necessary. I could actually feel the first signs of contractions in my hips as the baby started to be pushed lower. I pressed on the brake and made my way over to the side of the road. My back was on fire with pain and all I could do was moan and groan in order to release some of it. The contractions were now 10 minutes apart. I started to get nervous that I wouldn’t make it, but did some quick math in my head. I was only an hour away from the hospital I would surely make it.
As I got closer to the exit for the hospital I started to see red tail lights ahead of me. It was almost 5am, so it couldn’t have been rush hour. As I got closer I saw it was a dead stand still. Traffic was not moving at all. I turned on the radio and heard about a 7 car pile-up. There were helicopters above and now the traffic behind me had backed up at least half a mile. This was my worst nightmare. I sat in my car and endured 3 more contractions, now just 5 minutes apart, as I tried to figure out what to do.
I hooked up my Bluetooth and dialed 911. I told the operator that I was in a car about a mile from the pile up and I was having a baby. She let me know that most of the area paramedics were at he pile up, but she would see what she could do. She suggested I get to the back seat of my car and wait for help to arrive. I unbuckled my seatbelt and opened the door. I had to again inhale in order to wedge my belly away from the steering wheel. I swung my feet around and slowly eased myself to the road. When I hit the ground, I could tell how much lower the baby was. It felt like it could fall out at any minute. I made my way around the back seat and got in. The operator was still on the phone, so I let her know I had got into the back seat.
I eased myself down so I was laying flat on the seat with my knees bent. Again a contraction started. This was the worst one yet, and I could tell the baby moved down a lot now that I was in a new position. As my belly tightened, I pulled back at the underside, not wanting to have the kid alone. As I pulled back, I could feel him moving farther down. Just then, I felt a gush of water as my water broke. I yelled to the operator that my water broke and I felt like I needed to push.
I was sweating hard at this point, so I pulled my shirt up and exposed my belly. Just as I did this, I heard a knocking at the car door. I looked up and a paramedic was there. He opened the door that was closest to my feel, and the first think I noticed was his eye contact with my big sweaty belly. “oh wow” he said as he let me know everything was going to be OK.
The paramedic began to feel around my swollen belly to see the position of the baby. He let me know it looked like it was going to be close. I then go the urge to push. I let him know that I thought it was time, and he told me to wait as he peeled off my sweat pants, which were soaked from my water breaking. He let me know that he saw the head, so I was ready to push.
I looked around, I was in the back seat of my car, legs up, belly hanging out, and pushing into the hands of a stranger I met 3 minutes ago. To make things worse, there was a small crowd that gathered behind the paramedic. I couldn’t see how many people there were beyond my belly, but there were at least 6 people yelling “push!”.
For 20 minutes I pushed and pushed. The paramedic would reach up his hand for me to grab as I curled around my belly. It was a challenge, but I could feel progress with each push. During the time between pushing I lay back down, and rubbed my hands on my still bloated belly. The baby continued to kick as he was being forced out, and I tried to calm him by massaging my gut. It felt softer with the breaking of my water, but regained its firmness as the contractions started. Those were my cues to reach for the paramedic’s hand, and begin to push.
After 30 minutes, I got the head of the baby out. I heard by the reaction of the crowd how big it was. I could hear the women remaking about the size of the shoulders if the head was that big. I felt the baby turn inside of me, in order to help deliver the shoulders. I pushed and pushed and eventually got the shoulders moving. Once the shoulders were delivered it took half a push to get the rest of the baby out. He ended up being 12 lbs, and both my mother and boyfriend came to see him in the hospital.

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MonkeyBootz

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Date: Tue Mar 1 1:30 PM, 2011

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Loved it! very detailed and graphic! I could virtually see the whole scenario! Good work! __________________ I am nobody. Nobody is perfect. Therefore, I am perfect!

curious_charese

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Date: Sat Apr 9 11:27 PM, 2011

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MonkeyBootz wrote: Loved it! very detailed and graphic! I could virtually see the whole scenario! Good work! I agree. OMG...that was WOW. __________________ Oh baby, the light's on but your mom's not home; I'M SICK OF LAYING DOWN ALONE...

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