Jaron Ezekiel Green was born one year ago today! I can't begin to describe how this child has changed my life.
Labor with
Jaron began on Friday the 16
th at 4am when my water broke. It progressed s.l.o.w.l.y. and it was HOT outside. Remember last year the first really hot weekend of the year? Yup that is the weekend that I went into labor. I labored at home for two full days (yes, in most circumstances your baby will be fine for that length of time or even longer if your water breaks - the baby continues to get nutrition and oxygen from the placenta. Additionally, amniotic fluid is constantly produced and can even replenish itself). I drank a ton of water and tried to rest as much as possible. on Saturday there was still nothing remarkable in regards to contractions. We walked up and down the street, I walked in the garden, I watered the garden, I got things ready for the birth center - we'd pretty much gotten things ready Friday
morning though - expecting that we'd be farther along by now. Did I mention that it was hot out? Geoff took a picture of our outdoor thermometer for the record:

It wasn't until Saturday at 11:30
pmish that my contractions were 4-1-1 (Four minutes apart, lasting a minute each, for the duration of an hour). We went into
Andaluz - an amazing place
btw - and one of our midwives met us there to get us set up. Geoff tried not to speed and I tried not to be annoyed at every bump in the road - I was
incredibly uncomfortable. The plan was to have a water birth and I immediately hopped (
ok, maybe not hopped) into one of the birthing tubs. The water was soothing and helped relieve much of the pressure and eased contractions a bit. We brought a bunch of my little glass bottles with flowers from the yard in them, i remember the columbine the most vividly. I can't look at a columbine today without thinking of my birthing experience.
I labored through the night on Saturday and into Sunday morning. I remember seeing the sun rise on Sunday morning and I thought that it was certain that I would not see another sunrise before my child was born (didn't know he was a boy yet!). My contractions waxed and waned all day Sunday. I was so frustrated at this long process and didn't understand what was going on with my body (of course all I really had to compare process with was that of my two best friends who happen to pop their children out in seconds).
Jaron continued do have good heart
rhythm which was great - it gave me a lot of relief to know that even though it was taking a long time that he was doing
ok in there. Geoff and I walked around the building a million times, we jogged up the stairs and walked slowly down, I labored on the the birthing ball, the toilet, the bed and in the tub. A lot of Sunday feels like a blur - I remember feeling constantly noxious and throwing up all over Geoff. I didn't want to lay down because that is when my contractions intensified, joking about how long it was taking and enjoying the shower. By Sunday evening I was really frustrated by how things were going. I just wanted
there to be a magic thing that I could do to make things progress. I fully expected that we'd be done by now!
The sun came up on Monday morning. I remember thinking to myself -
the sun will not come up again without me delivering this baby!!! Through all of this time I had a wonderful birthing coach in
Geoff and three
wonderful midwives who took care of me. Each lent something to the experience that made it a joyful, beautiful and peaceful. Geoff and I were able to take a lot of time alone - in one particular instance Monday morning I realized that fear was holding me back from emotionally giving myself to the process. I feared the pain and I feared the unknown. I shared that with Geoff and he prayed over me - I began singing a short melody, I don't even remember where I learned it:
Holy Spirit come, Holy Spirit dwell,
fill this place with joy overflowing, with peace overflowing,
in all of your glory, come.
Shortly after that my contractions picked up and I finally felt the urge to push. It was still slow going but progress was being made. I found that things progressed faster if I used a birthing stool - something about that birthing position was conducive for me. Eventually my mom and sister came in, I think that they were in the room for a couple of hours and finally
Jaron was born at 12:31pm. I was still on the birthing stool and
gravity took effect - he came out fast. Usually the head is born and then with the next contraction comes the rest of the baby but
Jaron flew out. Turns out he was semi-posterior which explains a bit of the
looooong labor. The birthing experience was amazing - I definitely recommend it :). Really though - it is amazing - emotionally and
physically unlike anything else!
I can't thank God enough for the beautiful gift of
Jaron. He is our gift of joy.

The day after
Jaron was born

Three months old

Six months old

Nine months old

One year old
Happy Birthday Jaron Ezekiel!