


Wheh...finally some time to write to all of you and let you know what happened.
As some of you know, the punch line here is that Heather's active labor was about 35 minutes and the baby was unexpectedly born here at home!
Wow! Well, Sunday morning, I woke up to get some water and came back to bed around 6:30am to hear Heather breathing with some intensity. After the contraction passed, she smiled and told me that she had been up since 12:30am with random contractions and that that one was the first one that was a bit painful.
Our first labor experience with Romi took about 2 1/2 days. I had some urgency when it came to finishing the packing for the hospital, but obviously not enough. We called the Doula, Michelle, and she said she would start getting ready to come over to our house to help us transition to the hospital. The contractions continued to increase in intensity over the next hour. Heather started to make louder noises, sing, chant, and groan.
However, when she told me that she felt like pushing, I called Michelle again and she told Heather to lie down on the bed immediately. That's when the intensity really started to rise suddenly. As Heather was lying on the bed, in between contractions, she yelled that she felt as if she was going to explode and that the baby was coming out. Still in shock, I called Michelle again. I told her what Heather said and she told me that she was right around the corner and for me to call 911.
What? Romi took 2 1/2 days! This was definitely not supposed to be happening so soon!
As I was leaving the room, Michelle ran into the house, looked at Heather, pointed to the phone and said, "Call 911 NOW and tell them that a baby is coming right now."
I called 911 from our land line in the dining room. They put me through immediately to whomever I was supposed to talk to. They asked me questions, told me to stay on the phone....and the next thing I knew, I heard "WHHHAAAA" was coming from our bedroom. I put down the phone, ran into our bedroom, and there he was, in his birthday suit, lying on Heather. My beautiful wife, bless her soul, gives me the biggest smile and says, "I think it's a boy." Geez! We both start crying and Michelle confirms, yes, it's a boy.
Almost immediately, I could hear the paramedics coming through the front door. The troops have arrived! They jumped right in, set up shop and got to work. Very relaxed and profession guys.
They took Heather out in a gurney and put her in the ambulance. We arrived at the hospital, did all of the regular procedures and confirmed that the baby was recovering beautifully, Heather didn’t tear at all, and all was well.
He was 7 pounds 12 ounces, 20.2 inches long, and had 10 fingers and 10 toes…Thank God!
Still don’t have a name yet.