Just a word of caution to readers- like all my babies' birth stories, I tried not to get too personal, but it is still a birth story, so might make some uncomfortable.
Trevor Arland Wilkins surprised us by coming a few days earlier than we were expecting him to! All three of my previous births required me to have my membranes stripped before I went into labor and the baby was born the next morning. So, of course I was expecting that to be the case with this pregnancy as well. Instead, I went into labor spontaneously. On Sunday afternoon after church I started noticing Braxton hicks getting a little more intense than usual and more frequent as well. I told Austin, but we decided to not think too much of it. After a couple hours, I sent a text message to my midwife to let her know I might be in early labor and she asked me to time the contractions length and how far apart they were. They were only about 25 seconds long and most weren't very intense, but they were only about 5 minutes apart so she told me to start getting things prepared just incase and she would be ready with her scrubs on if I needed her. At this point we decided to let our family know and I sent a text to my friend, Amy, who wanted to see the birth because she is also having a homebirth with her first baby in a couple months. After that I went into a frenzy of trying to get dinner for the kids, get ready for the birth, and finish up a few household tasks. Austin had blown up my birth tub earlier when I first told him about the Braxton hicks getting stronger, so he began filling it with water and all the kids wanted to help. The boys started getting excited when we told them the new baby was coming soon and Heidi could tell something was going on. We ate dinner and I cleaned up as quickly as I could. I tried to eat a normal portion because I had been really hungry and not eaten much all afternoon, but I wasn't feeling up to eating too much with all that I wanted to get done. As soon as dinner was cleaned up, I put Heidi to bed (she was not happy to be left out of the excitement) and my friend came over. Mostly we all just sat in the living room and chatted and as the contractions got more intense, I would leave the room to lean on the dining room table or our dresser to breath through them. I found with all my labors that rocking my hips in circles through the contractions helped me, so I did this. In between contractions I felt perfectly normal and went back to talking with everyone. At some point during all this Austin's parents came over and his mom stayed to talk with us and his dad took the boys into the family room to watch a movie and read books. (The boys had told me they wanted to see the baby's birth like they had seen Heidi's so we were just going to let them stay up until it happened). Austin called my midwife once during my contractions just to update her and she said that as soon as they were intense enough that I couldn't talk through them, she needed to be there, but would come earlier if I wanted. We decided to wait, because although I didn't want to talk during the contractions, I could have. After awhile, Austin's dad decided to leave (I'm sure he was feeling a bit out of place) and the boys wanted to go with him to watch a movie at his house. He said he would bring them back later and we told them they might miss the baby's birth if they went, but they were persuaded by time with grandpa watching a movie and left anyway. Soon after they left, I asked Austin to call my midwife and have her come over. I could talk through the contractions if I needed to, but they were getting pretty intense and since my previous home birth happened so fast, we knew that this birth could be really fast too and I didn't want it to be too late. She came over within 15 minutes and set up all her supplies in our room. She asked if I wanted her to check the dilation of my cervix and I was curious, so she did, but I was only dilated to about a 5. About this time, I didn't really feel like being around everyone anymore, so I retreated to our room with only our closet light on when I was having a contraction. I was feeling really restless, so sometimes I walked around the house or paced in our room, but I also tried to rest a bit in between contractions. My friend came back for awhile and rubbed lotion on my feet between contractions. Austin also came in a few times to joke around with me and be with me during the contractions. With my previous births, he was my biggest help during the hardest contractions at the end because I could just lean on him with my head against his chest and he could rub my back. He did this for most of the contractions from then on, but was also trying to get the birth pool a little warmer and had to leave a few times. With our last birth, Austin spent most of his time worrying about the pool and I didn't get to lean on him as much so I was glad that the pool was mostly taken care of this time. Once we thought the pool was warm enough, I wanted to get in it and had about 6 or 7 contractions there. I started feeling a little like pushing and it mad the contractions feel better if I pushed a little, but my midwife said that I shouldn't until she checked to make sure I was completely dilated because pushing could cause the cervix to swell if it isn't fully open. I got out of the pool for her to check, but was so cold once I got out. She checked and my cervix was not quite dilated to an 8. We checked the temperature of the pool and it was too cold which was why I was feeling so chilled and I decided not to get back in (there wasn't enough time to get more boiling water in it). Instead I used Austin as my support through the contractions and everyone else mostly just left us alone. My midwife told me to let her know when I really felt like pushing; like my whole body just couldn't stop from bearing down. With each contraction, I could feel the baby moving down and pressing on my pelvic floor- it was so uncomfortable and I wanted to push, but could control it. Everyone soon assembled in our room (Austin's mom, my friend, and our midwife) and I had two contractions that were almost unbearable to not push through. I just kept saying "I want to push, I want to push, I want to push" and at some point made the comment "this is the point when I always wonder why I'm doing this again". At the end of the second really hard contraction my midwife told me to get on our bed. I didn't feel like I could move and I said "I can't do this" but Austin gently pushed me to when I needed to be and she helped me get on the bed. I didn't realize we were as far along, but she checked and my cervix was fully dilated so told me that with my next contraction to grab my knees, pull them to my chest, and bear down. It felt so much better to be able to push with the urge and although I could feel my perineum muscles stretching and stinging, pushing felt good. I heard my midwife say that the bag of waters was bulging and about to break and that the baby's head would be out soon- and surprisingly it came out with that first push (just like my second birth). She had me stop pushing until the next contraction, and I wasn't sure why she didn't just let the whole baby come out at once, but later found out that a little hand came out with the head which my midwife was afraid might cause a tear if she didn't do some adjusting before the whole baby was delivered. On the next contraction, she asked me to bear down again and our baby was born at 9:41 after about 4 1/2 hours of active hours of labor and two pushes. At this time I still didn't know if we were having a boy or girl, but my midwife plopped the little baby down on my stomach and let us get acquainted while she delivered the placenta and Austin cut the umbilical cord. I was expecting Austin to tell me the sex of the baby like he had with our previous birth, so I didn't look myself, but eventually, Austin said, "you better pick up your baby and look so I can call your mom and tell her". I was a little surprised to see a boy- I was hoping for a girl, but within a few seconds didn't care at all- I was so in love with our little guy. He cried a little, but was pretty calm and latched on to nurse without too much trouble. We spent about an hour getting to know each other while everyone cleaned up. My friend soon left to give us some bonding time. Austin's dad came back with the boys (who were so excited to meet their newest sibling) and he and Austin's mom only stayed long enough to see the baby and give us a few gifts. I took an herbal bath with the baby to help us both heal (and he really enjoyed floating in the warm water for awhile) then we weighed and measured him. Heidi didn't get to meet him until the next morning and was a little shocked, but quickly warmed up and demanded to hold him for about 20 minutes until Austin took her away because she isn't quire sure how to be gentle :) We didn't decide on a name until later in the morning. Although we had long since agreed on the middle name of Arland after Austin's grandpa, we couldn't agree on a first name. We thought we might go with Kaito (Kai for short) but it didn't seem to fit him. I have wanted Trent for a long time, but Austin liked Trevor better. After getting to know him a bit, I felt like Trevor was a good fit and we agreed to name him Trevor Arland Wilkins. Welcome to our family little guy- we all love you so much!
