On May 4th, 2017 we welcomed Fitzwilliam Francis into the world. Fitz’s birth was everything and nothing like I expected, but at 9:10 PM I pulled a wide-eyed baby boy onto my chest and we officially became a family of four. Here are some pictures, as well as Fit’z birth story
My due date came and went, and I was not at all prepared to be pregnant for 40+ weeks. Naomi was a week early and I fully expected her little brother to follow in her footsteps. At my appointment two days before Fitz was born I was only dilated 1 cm and he was still pretty high. Every morning I woke up hoping for some physical sign things were starting to get moving, and finally on the 4th at 4 AM I knew I was in early labor. With Naomi my water broke, so I never went through the “do I go to the hospital or wait” thing. When I got to a hospital I was only at 4, which was disappointing to say the least. I decided to go home to wait it out some more, but when my doctor was stripping my membranes she accidentally broke my water. There was meconium and I’m actually really thankful my water didn’t break at home because it would have definitely freaked me out. Once we got into our L&D room things started to get moving and I think this is about when I actually entered active labor. It was around 2:00 PM I think. Around 5:00 the nurse checked me and I was only at 5. I had just had an intense string of contractions and had began to shake from the adrenaline. I was even thinking I could be in transition because of how close and hard they had been. Nope. At this point things become a bit blurry and started to move a little faster. I chose to labor mostly standing from here on out to keep my progress going, I did not want pitocin. The next time I was checked, maybe an hour and a half so later I was 7 and the mental fight began. I asked everyone to leave the room besides our doula, photographer, and Joe of course. I labored the rest of the time on my knees with my arms over the top of the bed. I remember thinking all I wanted to do was nap, and I think I even dozed off in between one of the contractions. They were right on top of eachother. I wasn’t getting a break and was so. ready. to be done. My doctor came in to check me and was able to stretch me to a 10 during contractions. Looking back I think she was anxious go get Fitz out. His heart rate never really dropped, but they were having a hard time keeping it on the monitor. She got me on oxygen and wanted me to try pushing on my side, unfortunately I just couldn’t get my pelvis wide enough. I got on my back and she mentioned needing forceps. That was all the motivation I needed. With a little help from her tearing me (sigh) I pushed Fitz out in twelve minutes. Really all I remember is the feeling of him sliding out. Weird. He was super bloody and his eyes were wide open. I think I even said why are his eyes open. I was able to pull him onto my chest which was something I really wanted to do. He cried faster than Naomi which was a relief and Joe was able to cut the cord. Fitz’s cord was wrapped around his neck, but the doctor was able to just unwrap it instead of cutting it. I was trying so hard to focus on our son, but definitely felt every stitch. I think there were four. Once all that was said and done we spent close to an hour with him on my chest, just taking him in. Our family came in and met him, but shortly after went home. It was almost midnight and everyone needed some good rest. I don’t have many memories from our first night with Naomi, but I will never forget our first with Fitz. I think because he is our second I made a conscious effort to observe and remember. I will always treasure the memories of those first few hazy hours. I sang my favorite lullabies, had skin to skin time, and had beautifully intimate and effortless feedings. I will also deeply treasure the prayers that were whispered over Fitz that night.
I wouldn’t trade Naomi for anything, I love that we had a girl first, but I have always wanted a son. I still catch myself being kind of surprised when we say it out loud. While the first two months have held many challenges, especially during the first four weeks or so, those challenges pale in comparison to the giddiness I feel over the fact that he is ours. I am immeasurably grateful for the privilege to be his Mama. I love you, Fitz!
All photos were taken by Brittany Reynosa of Brittany Brooks Photography. She is amazing and I could not recommend her more!