My daughter was due to be born today. But she wasn’t. Instead, she was born two weeks ago on October 21st.
She was right on time.
Julie and I have been patiently waiting for her to arrive ever since we knew she was coming. Overall, my wife’s pregnancy with our daughter was good. The first trimester was, as first trimesters go, roughish. All-day sickness. One day she wants a certain food. The next, no more. She still has no desire to eat caesar salad to this day.
Second trimester was great. Both of my girls were growing and getting cuter with each day. The third trimester was the uncomfortable one. My wife was getting bigger — a cute bigger — and our daughter was growing and active.
Then, on Saturday night, October 20th, my wife’s back started hurting.
Then, her front, lower abdomen would feel discomfort. It released and got better. Then her back would start hurting again. Then got better. The front again. A pattern emerged and I started Googling about symptoms of labor. All signs pointed to labor contractions.
I downloaded an app to start timing the contractions. The contractions were averaging between 3:30-4:00 mins apart. I am not a doctor, but I have seen The Office and know that contractions 5:00 mins apart means, go time! A call to the on-call nurse confirmed for us to head to the hospital, two-weeks early or not.
At the hospital, we found out that Julie’s water broke at home. She was in active labor. After hours of more intense contractions and an epidural later, we were getting closer to meeting our daughter.
As the early morning hours ticked on, the delivery doctor came in and let us know our daughter Callie was measuring big. The doctor was concerned Callie might get stuck during a vaginal birth. If that happened, the doctor may have to perform a procedure that could hurt Callie; possibly causing permanent damage to her. Without hesitation, Julie and I decided to deliver Callie via cesarean section.
A hour later we were holding our baby daughter! The saline flowed from our eyes as Callie cried her first tears after feeling the cold outside of her mom’s womb.
In the two weeks since her arrival, Julie and I have grown as husband and wife and embraced this new reality of parenting. It was crazy to see how much we learned and grew in confidence from the first week to the second.
Our daughter is beautiful on so many levels. She has brought my wife and I sleepless nights and hearts filled with joy. Whether she was born two weeks early or her due date was wrong — she arrived on time.
Without a doubt, worth the wait.