Many of you may be aware of the extraordinary circumstances by which our son, Dominic, came into the world. (If you're not, I'll explain in this article). When I e-mailed family and friends about Dominic's extraordinary birth story, Fr. Bill Lugger wrote me back and simply said "Wow! Wow! Wow!". He also told me that he tells parents around Christmas time to tell their children's birth stories to them. In recalling the miracle of childbirth of your own children and how it changed your life, it illuminates the miracle of Christ's birth which changed all of our lives.
My wife went in for one of her last check-ups with her prenatal physician on the morning of August 3, 2005. This was about ten days before her due date. I went with Kimberly to the appointment, and waited out in the waiting room. My wife would tell me later that during one of the routine examinations, she got a really hard kick, and she swears that there was actually an audible "pop" noise. Her water had broken. The nurse came out into the waiting room, informed me of what had happened, and said, "it looks you're going to be a dad today!" Whoa.
What happened from here was a little bit surreal. She finished out the appointment with her doctor (there was notable excitement in the air), and at this point, even though her water had broken, it was so early in the labor that the contractions were almost an hour apart. So the doctor instructed us (in a very relaxed tone), to go home make sure we had a bag packed for the hospital and to go get something to eat for lunch because they don't really feed you once you're admitted. At one of the most exciting moments of our lives, we were being encouraged to leisurely get to the hospital within the next couple of hours sometime.
So with my wife in labor, we went, stood in a long line at Panera Bread and got sandwiches for lunch. Again, it seemed very surreal to be patiently waiting in line while my wife was in labor (albeit early labor).
We made our way to U of M hospital, got checked in etc., and got situated in the delivery room. This, as it turns out, would be our destination for the next seventeen hours. Not long after being in the delivery room, they began administering Petosin to help the labor along. This made the contractions EXTREMELY painful. For the next several hours labor progressed, the intensity and frequency of labor pains steadily increasing. Finally, by 10:00pm or so, when all seemed pretty well unbearable, my wife asked for an epidaural. Once it was administered, she was a happy camper! The relief from the epidaural allowed her to have the energy to endure the labor which would continue into the middle of the night. It wasn't until about 1:00am that Kimberly was encouraged to start pushing at each contraction. We had an awesome labor and delivery nurse who had great advice and techniques for my wife to try during the labor, and was with us practically the entire time, even after Carmen was born. You knew things were getting serious when there were all of a sudden three doctors and a couple more nurses in the room. The one doctor said, "this next push and you'll have a baby". And he was right! Carmen was born at 4:04am. She was 6lbs 12oz and 19 1/2 inches, and I got to cut the cord. Here was our baby girl, and what occurred to me was this was a strong, determined baby who persevered along with mom through the entire seventeen hours of labor to be born into our lives. We wouldn't know the true extent of how strong-willed and determined (challenging) our daughter could be until she turned three (but that's a story for another time). And I don't even want to think about the teen years yet.
I think we were more relaxed in general with our second pregnancy. Not hustling around trying to get a room ready or packing our bags way in advanced. We were old pros by now. We opted not to find out the sex of our second child either. We found out in advance of Carmen being born that we were having a girl, and we thought it would be fun to be surprised this time around. (Boy were we ever).
Our second baby's due date was December 31st, and this had me a little concerned that if the baby were born a little early, I may not be around to play for the Christmas liturgies. I was lining up contingency plans just in case.
By early December my wife was getting Braxton-Hicks contractions and was getting increasing uncomfortable due to searing sciatic nerve pain. In the middle of the night on December 6th, my wife woke up from bed in a lot of pain. This was more than three weeks before this baby was supposed to be born, and yet, to my wife this felt like what she was experiencing while she was in labor with Carmen. We were anticipating that we would probably be going to the hospital shortly, and my wife, in the midst of her pain was upset that she wouldn't have a chance to take a shower before going to the hospital. I began running a bath for her, and told it her it might make her feel better. At this point, my wife would describe feeling like she was going to split in two and was concerned that something was wrong with the baby. I'm frantically looking around for the phone number of the doctor, and I also remembered to call of one of our friends who was going to watch Carmen if we had to go to the hospital. My wife yelled out from the tub, "I think I'm going to have this baby right now!!" I instantly called 911 and told the operator that my wife and I were at home, and my wife was about to give birth. The operator dispatched paramedics and then gave me instructions. Get some towels for mom and the baby. Get a shoestring to tie the cord off with. All of a sudden my wife says, "the baby is here right now" and gave birth right there in the tub. I told the operator that she had just had the baby and she says, "Congratulations. What did you have?" I was in such shock I hadn't even thought to ascertain this information until the operator asked me. "It's a little boy," my wife said. The operator asked me if the baby seemed alright, encouraged us to clear any fluid from his mouth and nose and touch his chest to stimulate him until the paramedics arrived. Miraculously, our son was born without complication, at home in our bathtub at around 5:15am on December 7, 2007. By now the paramedics were here, and were helping my wife with the rest of the delivery. They seemed unphased by this whole situation as if they'd seen this kind of thing all the time. One of the paramedics, who seemed to be the "lead paramedic" in this three person crew, asked if we had a name for this little guy. We said we'd been kicking around the names Samuel, Peter, and Dominic. She heard the last name and said, "I have a nephew named Dominic. I think that's a great name. Let's call this little guy Dominic." (Truthfully, Dominic was the name we'd been leaning toward most seriously, anyway, although it was nice to get a bit of affirmation from the paramedic!)