Yup, best meal EVER. Why? It was the first meal that followed Tiff giving birth to our new baby girl -- Nya Everly Fester.
"I know I need to eat something but I literally have no room in my belly"
"I'm full" (after taking two bites of an omelette)
This was the last month of Tiff's pregnancy to a 'T'. Those of you that know her know that Tiff is tiny. As a result, once you put a baby in there, there is no room for things like stomach's, intestines, lungs, etc. This is not a unique symptom of 3rd trimester pregnancy, but I'm convinced Tiff's case was pretty acute due to her stature.
that being said, the compressed size of Tiff's internal organs were the last thing on my mind when Tiff woke me up early Tuesday morning and told me
"Nate, the toilet's broke"
"Huh, wha? (sleep voice), uhh, ok babe..."
Back to sleep
15 minutes later
"Nate, my water broke and contractions have started"
"WHAT? Why didn't you tell me before??"
"I did, I told you 15 minutes ago and you fell back asleep"
"Ok, ok, well what should we do?"
"Call the Nemi (our midwife)"
Tiff had spent the night and most of the day before with a terrible stomach flu and so we had been in contact with Nemi the previous evening. Tiff and I were both worried about dehydration and making sure the baby was going to be ok.
Nemi had told us that if Tiff didn't feel better by the morning that we should go to emergency and get Tiff checked out. As luck would have it, things had changed but in a direction that I certainly was not prepared for -- luckily my wife had me covered.
From very early on in this pregnancy, Tiff had been telling those that would listen that she felt like this baby was going to come early. Not to knock 'mother's intuition', but I don't think many of our friends or family thought Tiff was going to be birthing a baby at week 35 of her pregnancy.
Selfishly, I was hoping that our new addition would stay in the oven and bake till at least week 38 (and preferably 40). If you recall from a blog post in December, I had a list of reno's that I had planned out and time-lined over the remaining weeks of Tiff's pregancy-- counting right up to our due date. So I had a vested interest in this baby making it to forty.
As Mike Tyson would say, "Everyone has a plan until they get punched in the mouth"
Tiff's going into labor at 35 +2 after a night of some of the worst morning/night sickness she'd experienced the entire pregnancy was as exciting, terrifying and awesome a punch in the mouth as I've ever personally experienced.
So I got on the phone with our midwife.
"Nemi, Tiff's water has broke and contractions have started"
"How far apart are her contractions?"
"Hmmm, great question..." "Yeah, Tiff says that they are 3 minutes apart"
At this point I will fully admit that I had forgotten everything we'd learnt in our birth and babies course we took before having Daxton (18 months prior) and so 3 minutes between contractions did not set off any alarms in my head -- luckily I had a midwife (and a knowledgeable wife) to inform me:
"Get her in the car and drive her to the Foothills. I'll meet you there"
I am not ashamed to say, at that instant I felt a small moment of panic.
Holy crap, this is really happening, isn't it?
And then: Game Time
At this point, Dax was awake so we grabbed his jacket and put his Stonez boots on him. Thankfully my wife had had her premonitions of an early arriving baby and so when I walked to our front entrance Tiff passed me the two hospital bags she had packed -- one for labor and one with a pseudo home birth kit, in case we gave birth in the car (Tiff has a history of fast labors).
With all the commotion, Tiff's contractions were coming even closer together, we really needed to get her off her feet and as comfortable as possible so she could relax.
5:45 we dropped Dax off at Tiff's parents on our way to the Foothills. Luckily, Tiff's sister had said she could stay home from work if we went in to labor.
We drove (quickly) up to the hospital, for the most part Tiff was calm and collected, her biggest concern?
I am so sorry baby, I wanted you to come early so badly but I didn't want you to come this early
We arrived at the hospital and Tiff immediately started making her way from the parking lot to floor 5 -- labor and delivery. Tiff would have stop for contractions at this point, but beyond that she was calm and kept moving steadily.
When we got to the sign in desk at maternity, Nemi was waiting for us. I think most of the nurses at the desk were laughing at us. I was carrying 4 different bags (including the two Tiff had passed me at the door), Tiff looked relatively calm and Nemi was telling the nurses that she needed a delivery room
One of the nurses said "We can move her to triage first and let her get settled"
Luckily for us Nemi knew what was up. "No, my mom needs a delivery room right away"
"Fine. But Dad, we'll need you to come back and update your wife's information because your address has changed since we last saw you"
It was 6:10
We finally convinced Tiff to sit in a wheel chair and wheeled her to the delivery room. Once in the room I put down all of our bags and made sure Tiff was doing ok, then headed back to the nursing station.
"Take these forms downstairs to admittance, bring your wife's ID and get them to update her information so we can admit her into the hospital"
After struggling to find the desk, I finally found my way and sat down across from a friendly looking middle aged lady who asked me for my wife's ID.
As I was passing the driver's license through the little opening glass that separated me from this friendly looking admin I felt my phone ring in my pocket.
"Hey Nathan, this is Gyneve (midwife student helping Nemi). Your wife really wants you to get up here right away"
"Ok, I'm on my way!"
I quickly got back Tiff's card and rushed back in the direction I had came. Rounding a corner that looked familiar I ran into a locked door -- ok, let's not panic, must have taken the wrong turn. I finally found my way back to the elevators and stairwell.
Elevator or Stairwell?
5 flights of stairs were run as quick as I could. Once at the top of the stairs I realized that I probably was looking like a fool and slowed my pace to a very fast walk
As I walked past the nurses station one of the nurses on staff said
"You've got a baby"
Oblivious, I responded "Yup, that's right, I've got a baby coming!"
I quickly closed the last 20 steps to Tiff's delivery room and rounded the corner...
Laying in bed was my beautiful but thoroughly exhausted wife, with both midwives standing beside her -- I think they looked more frazzled than Tiff did. And to my right in the plastic bin of the fancy birthing weigh scale, our new baby.
I looked at Tiff then back at this tiny little bundle laying the weighing contraption, then back at my wife.
"Babe, I tried really hard to keep her in, but I couldn't"
I looked again in disbelief.
"You can still call out what the baby is, I told them that they needed to wait for you to call it out"
I walked over to weigh station and looked at my new daughter.
"It's a girl"
And all it took was that one look.
All said and done, Tiff's labor from start to finish was one hour, with her water breaking 15 minutes earlier. Our daughter was born at 6:30 am on February 3rd, 2015.
Because Nya was born so early she was immediately taken to the NICU to be assessed and after a short amount of time at her bedside I went back to see Tiff.
And that's how we found ourselves, 3 hours later, eating the best meal ever from Styrofoam take-out containers in the lobby of the foothills hospital.
Maybe the craziest hour of my life up to this point. Tiff and I are both so thankful for our gorgeous little girl and a new addition to the family. We now have another Elite Lifer!
And so begins a new chapter. It'll be fun, it'll be exciting and it's going to be a lot of work, but as with most things, the hardest things are often the things that are the most valuable.
Welcome to the family Nya, we are so excited to have you.
I am living my best life