The Birth of The Sixth Baby, Part 1

Wow, I can't believe he finally decided to show up!  Declan definitely did not follow Martin baby protocol, but I guess if you're going to be the 6th child, you have to make a grand entrance into this world.  

And this is his story...

Baby Martini, as he was affectionately known throughout this pregnancy, did not come as planned, which was earlier than his March 23rd due date.  All of his siblings came nice and early, and I had hoped and planned on a St. Patrick's Day or St. Joseph's Day baby.  I stupidly told everyone who would listen that this baby was coming in the middle of March ("because I always go early!") and was busily wrapping up any loose ends at work and home to be ready for that impending labor.  I had even joked to God (because He loves my sense of humor) that since this Lent would find me 9 months pregnant and having a natural childbirth (hopefully), that I didn't have to sacrifice anything else.  God decided to make my Lent a little more sacrificial by making me go wahahahahay past my due date (10 days past a due date = approximately 47 regular days) and I'm still trying to figure out His sense of humor.  Hmmph.

So there I was, large and completely not in charge at 10 months pregnant, just waiting on the contractions to start.  Because my last two labors had been very fast (2 hours and 3.5 hours) and in the middle on the night, we decided it would be best to start sleeping at my parent's house (close to the hospital) near my due date.  My parents wholeheartedly welcomed all 7 of us into their two guest bedrooms and we all played the waiting game together.  Every morning, Phil would get up and feed the kids and then drop them all off at school on his way to work, while I stayed at my parent's house and was babysat by my mom, who would not let me out of her sight.  My mom had six babies herself, including one precipitous birth (me) and one stubborn and large and late baby (her 6th).  She knew all too well that labors could go incredibly fast and as I went later and later past my due date, she became more convinced that I was going to have one contraction and then give birth in her house.  So all eyes were on me and my gigantic belly.  We did have fun while we could, going shopping, for walks, getting my nails done, going out to lunch, anything to pass the time and keep my mind off the fact that this baby was not coming until December, apparently.  We also said lots of prayers, Rosaries, Chaplets, watched EWTN and generally had a retreat atmosphere going.  I kept telling her that I didn't know I was going on retreat when I agreed to stay there, but that's what happens when you have parents who are 3rd Order Franciscans :)

And did I mention my Dad threw his back out in the middle of it all?

In between all the praying and eating and gallivanting, I had a few midwife appointments.  Let me pause to say how amazing my midwife is.  She's amazing.  OK, so she was very sympathetic to my plight that I was overdue with my 6th baby, living at my parent's house with the whole family, and willing to try anything to help labor start.  She stripped my membranes on two separate appointments with no results.  On Friday, March 28th, she made me an appointment for a non-stress test on Tuesday, April 1 and scheduled me for an induction on Friday, April 4th.  She also reminded me that babies come on their birthdays and giving up control is hard for Type A people like me.  She assured me the baby was not ten pounds like I was convinced he must be, and confirmed that with my perfect blood pressure and small weight gain, we had nothing to worry about.

 I felt better knowing there was an end in sight, but was still determined to start things naturally (they don't call it the Pit Drip for nothing).  I drank through three boxes of raspberry leaf tea, walked 2 to 3 miles a day, ate spicy foods, ate scallops (they put me in labor in the past), and finally started researching castor oil.  I emailed Michaela and Sarah to get their castor oil advice and techniques, went to the pharmacy on March 31, found the castor oil, held the precious elixir in my swollen pregnant hands, and ultimately decided to wait until after the Non Stress Test the next day to buy it. 

On April 1st (I couldn't even pretend to have given birth as an April Fools Joke...it just wasn't funny) I went to the Non Stress Test, and discovered that the fluttering and tightening sensations I had been feeling for weeks were actually contractions.  Uh yeah, 6th pregnancy, and I still didn't know what early contractions felt like. D'oh!  During the test, the contractions were 6 minutes apart, so I was hopeful that things were starting for real.  I went home, took a nap...and nothing.  At least nothing regular or strong.  I felt defeated.  My friend, Michelle, happened to text me that evening asking if I wanted to go to breakfast the next day, and after NOT making any appointments/commitments for the past 2 weeks, I finally thought, what the hay, and agreed to meet her for Mass and breakfast the next morning.

April 1st and I'm the fool for believing labor was starting.

I went to bed that night and on my 3rd bathroom trip, around 4 am, I noticed contractions had started again.  This time the contractions felt a little stronger and lower than the ones I had been having earlier in the day.  I stared at my sleeping husband and after a few more decided to wake him up so he could time them just in case it was actually for rizzo this time.  We timed them for the next 2 hours, and they were about 8 minutes apart...then 12...then 13.  Defeated again, I decided to go back to bed and Phil got dressed for work.  When he came to kiss me goodbye, and I saw him all dressed up in his shirt and tie, my gut told me that he shouldn't go to work.  Then my head told my gut to shut it because I couldn't ask him to stay home when contractions were nonexistent when I was laying down.  But then my gut started yelling that these contractions were different and Phil should NOT GO TO WORK.  My heart got involved and told my eyes to fill with tears as I tried to explain to Phil that I really needed him to stay home even though this baby wasn't ever going to be born EVER and it was the one day that I had made breakfast plans and how could I cancel them if I thought I shouldn't go but wasn't even in real labor?!  My smart man (knowing that insanity was a signpost of impending labor) decided to call in to work and say that contractions had started and we thought today *might* be the day, and texted Michelle to cancel our morning plans.  Then he changed into jeans and a sweatshirt and left to bring the kids to school, and Xander to the nanny's house.  I went to sleep and woke up before he had returned feeling really bad that contractions had stopped completely.  I got up to eat breakfast and much to my surprise, felt the contractions pick up again!  Phil got home and we hatched a plan to go on a long walk to get things more regular.  It was April 2nd after all, which was the anniversary of the day Pope John Paul II entered eternal life, and he would want to help us bring a new life into this world, right?

(Part Two here)

Finally!!!

It's a boy! Declan Kolbe Martin was born April 2nd at 1:41 p.m. 8 lbs 4 oz. 20.25 in. long We are thrilled and healthy. God is good :-)

Dear Baby..

Dear Baby Martini,

 

   Well, well, well, it's finally come to this.  Action needs to be taken upon your obvious default of our agreement.  Over nine months ago, I happily agreed to lease you a prime womb in our house, with the understanding that you would only stay for 9 months or less.  At the time, you implied you would probably be out of there around 8 and a half months.  You were excited, we were excited and we all happily signed on the dotted line.

 

   You became a troubling tenant right away, what with your nauseating ways and tiring outbursts.  But we persevered and knew that our time together was short and tried to make the most of it.  You came around  after a few months and started treating me a lot better.  We had a great 4 months or so, and got along like old chums. 

 

But then you began to act up again.  Every night when I went to sleep, you would start your wild partying.  There was so much dancing and bouncing around that I thought you were going to break dance right out.  Your terrible drinking habits had me up all night running to the bathroom, checking in on you.  And the bonfires you started late in the evenings left me desperate for relief.

 

As my kind husband reminded me, this lease was only for 9 months, and we were almost to the end, so I was able to pray my way through all your trouble making.  But then your moving day came...and went...and you still remained. 

 

I told you to vacate the premises, tried anything to get you to leave, and you wouldn't listen.  That was a week ago.  You are still here.  You are now officially a squatter.

 

And so, my little squatter, I had to take some serious measures and get the higher-ups involved.  It's official, you will be leaving your comfy womb on Friday.  No more Mrs. Nice Guy.

 

 

 

Of course, if you want to truly make amends, and leave on your own terms, in a quick and peaceful manner before then, that would be happily accepted.  Better start packing.

 

Sincerely,

 

   Your Tired Landlady

 

 

And the Baby Is...

ME!

 

Because I'm still pregnant - waaaaahhhh!



A lady in waiting...and waiting...and waiting.

Thank you all for your kind support, prayers and well wishes.  This is the most stubborn of all my children, which is scary because I already have some pretty stubborn ones :)

 

John-Paul was born 1 month and 1 day early.

Andrew was born 5 days early.

Eamon was born 10 days early.

Maggie was born 5 days early.

Alexander was born 5 days early.

 

And Baby Martini is 4 days late, which according to my track record feels about 647 days late.  Everything is still looking good and healthy...low blood pressure, no swelling, heart beat is perfect, so I can't complain too much.  I am a really lucky pregnant woman times 6. 

 

I would love to pray for your intentions during this upcoming labor.  Even though I know I probably won't be in the right frame of mind to pray for everyone individually, I thought I could make a list and have Phil read it to me, or just tell God to refer to the list as I offer up any pain.  So tell me what your special intentions are, detailed or not, God knows!

Who's On First?

 I am sorry if the lack of posting has led anyone to believe that we.had.the.baby.it's.a.boy because we have not had the baby yet, but I'm still betting money on a boy.  So what has been going on over in the Martin house?  It's been a comedy of errors, that's what.  My mom had bought an Abbot and Costello DVD with their Who's On First skit to show the kids, and our lives have sort of morphed into a real life version of it...

 

 

Last week, my Mom went in for what she thought was a minor hand surgery, and it turned out to be a bigger deal than expected and she is still recovering from that.  It's fine now, she just had to walk around, pledging allegiance to an invisible flag for a few days and then keep her hand dry for a couple weeks, and slowly start to be able to reuse it over the next weeks.  Which of course will make it hard to take care of my children when we do go to the hospital, but she's a supermom and it really hasn't slowed her down too much. 

 

On Sunday morning, I woke up with the stomach bug and had a horrible, terrible, no good day of laying in bed and/or running to the bathroom.  I finally took some Zofran and was able to keep down some toast at dinner time.  Thankfully, all of that stopped by Monday afternoon, but it did keep me in bed and out of work that day.  I woke up on Tuesday morning, around 3 am, having contractions and thinking it was time to go have the baby.  But we timed them for 3 hours, and they slowly petered out and I stayed home again on Tuesday from exhaustion and thinking the contractions might start up. 



What I thought would be my last pregnancy photo...



 

Poor, tired Phil went into work in order to save his sick days for when the baby is actually born.  I called my Mom to tell her that contractions had come and gone and that we had almost called her the night before.  She told me that it was a good thing the baby had stayed put because my Dad was flat on his back after putting it out trying to move a couch.  He couldn't even stand up, much less drive over to our house in the middle of the night! 

 

 Since the hospital is a lot closer to my parent's house than our house, and since my Dad was now homebound, we decided to crash at their house so that we would be ready to leave for the hospital and the kids would already be settled with my parents.  We all went over on Tuesday and have been here since.  The kids are loving this extended sleepover with Gammy and Grandpa!  By Tuesday night, I started feeling sick with a sore throat and ear ache, so on Wednesday morning I went in for a strep test which came out negative, but turns out I do have an ear infection and swollen lymph nodes so they put me on antibiotics.  Once again, I had to stay home from work.  In the meantime, between my mom's bad hand, my Dad's bad back , and my 9 month pregnant state, it's been , shall we say, amusing, to all who enter the house.  Who's helping whom?  Who's On First?

 

Love, true love.

I went to the midwife today for my appointment and told her everything that's been going on, and she said, "Well I'll check your cervix, and if you're dilated, do you want me to get things moving?" to which I replied a hearty YES! before she could even finish the question.  So she checked me, found I was one centimeter (after days of contractions and pressure and aches and cramping...boo) but very "soft" and the baby's head is nice and low.  She worked her magic and told me that I should be going into labor within 24 hours.  That was at noon today, so fingers crossed!!  I've been taking walks and drinking red raspberry leaf tea to see if it helps.

 

Two walks on the first day of Spring (see that very pregnant reflection?)

I'll be going to bed soon, trying hard to fall asleep, and hopefully the next time you see me it will be with a baby in my arms :)

 

My Lucky Charms

Alternatively Titled: If I Didn't Post, Y'all Might Think I Was in Labor.

(And I'm not.)

Happy St. Patrick's Day Everybody...

(Just kidding, everyone can be Irish on St. Patrick's Day!!)