Last year, both Renee and I wrote blog posts called āOur Birth Story: A Mumās/Dadās Perspective. It was our way of both celebrating and remembering our journey through to the birth of Jesse.
Well, Baby Barton #2 has since arrived on the scene in the form of a chubby little boy named Jasper who at 12 weeks old, is bigger than Jesse was at 12 months old (this might be a slight exaggeration, but Iām not kidding when I say that he is a MONSTER).
So, as we did for Jesse, we thought it might be good to share our own perspectives on Jasperās birth story as he clocks in for his 3 Month Milestone. Because if these is one thing we do know for sure, itās that this time around, the birth story is a lot different!
The last weeks
The last weeks were a lot different from when we were waiting on the arrival of Jesse. The biggest change being that Renee actually went full term this time around. And when I say full term, I mean she had Jasper smack bang right on the due date! With Jesse, she went into labour just over a week early.
In those last few weeks though, Renee was getting more and more uncomfortableā¦ and more and more miserable. Hahahaā¦ nah, she was okay. I mean, there were definitely moments of complete and utter despair at the fact that she was becoming less and less mobile, but it certainly didnāt stop her from getting on with things.
Conveniently, I had started my leave early due to the fact there was a good chance that Baby Barton #2 would be born early like Jesse was. That meant that we got to spend some quality time at home as a family of three, before the new addition decided to grace us with itās presence. Throughout this time at home though, I was persistent at letting Renee know that she should hurry up and go into labour and have the baby already, because I didnāt want to waste all of my leave sitting around waiting for the baby to come. I did eventually learn to cut it out with the joking however, because for some reason, a certain someone who was almost 40 weeks pregnant wasnāt really in the mood for my jokes most of the time.
So the countdown continued, as we slowly (and in Reneeās case, time appeared to stop altogether) got closer and closer to the due date of Baby Barton #2.
The day before
I actually donāt remember much of what we did the day before. I remember that we were constantly talking about how funny it would be if Baby Barton #2 came on the due date. But we never really expected it to happen given how unlikely that is (I think itās something like 4% of babies are born on their due date).
What I do remember however, is that Renee had been experiencing some pretty heavy contractions on and off for a few days. So much so that there were a few touch and go situation where we thought it might be necessary to call the hospital to tell them we were coming in. But then, the contractions would slow back down, and it would seem like we were back to playing the waiting game.
We did put Reneeās parents on notice however, as they were going to take Jesse home with them for the night when they got the call that we were heading to the hospital. Little did we know it would be the next day that we called them to come and pick Jesse up.
And as we went to bed that night, we again joked about how it would be funny if Baby Barton #2 came tomorrowā¦ On its due dateā¦
D-Day
Itās D-Day, but neither of us knew for certain it was actually going to be D-Day at first. Although we both had an inkling that it was going to be.
Throughout the course of the morning, Renee was regularly getting contractions. However, there was no consistency to them and as such, we were still in two minds about ringing the hospital. From early on in the pregnancy, itās drilled into you to not call the hospital until contractions are 3 minutes apart. And Renee was all over the shop, with some falling 2 minutes apart, but others falling 6, 7, 8 minutes apart.
In the end, we decided it was best to check in with the hospital, just to be on the safe side.
First, we touched base with Reneeās parents and had them come to pick Jesse up just in case. I think we both kind of knew that Jesse had a feeling that something was up. He wasnāt quite himself. I believe from memory, he was also hesitant about leaving us to go with Nanny and Poppy for a sleepoverā¦ and he never hesitates when Nanny and Poppy offer to take him for a sleepover! In fact, in some cases, Nanny canāt even get all the way through the door and into our kitchen before Jesse has taken her hand, grabbed his bag and is heading to the front door to leave!
But not too long after Jesse left with Nanny and Poppy, we made the call. The birthing suite answered, and right in the middle of the discussion, Renee stopped as another wave of contractions hit her. āYea, but the sounds of how much pain youāre in, I think itās probably best to come on in so we can check you outā¦ā the voice at the other end of the line said. āWe can always just send you home again if itās too earlyā¦ā she said. We hung up the phone and laughed at the prospect of being sent home, as we both knew now, that things were ramping up.
Then the interesting part of this whole day came. And that was the car ride to the hospital. It was the one thing that Renee was not looking forward to after the memories of the trip to the hospital for Jesseās birth. Apparently car rides are excruciatingly painful when youāre 40 weeks pregnant and are experiencing contractionsā¦ who knew right?!?! And as I drove (as quickly but as lawfully as I could) to the hospital, all I could do was keep reassuring Renee that we were almost there. Not long to go. Youāre doing great. But geez she looked like she was in a lot of pain!
In the birthing suite
So that takes us through to our arrival at the hospital, and our entry into the birthing suite. Well, this is a story all on its own, because let me tell you thisā¦ we almost didnāt make it into the birthing suite!
After a very slow walk through the hospital carpark (also surprisingly, when your 40 weeks pregnant and pretty much in the throes of labour, walking is apparently very difficult), we finally managed to make our way up to level 2 of the hospital, and through the doors to the reception area of the birthing suite. And once we got to the reception area, we were met with the news that there was currently no available birthing suites! However, the good news was, that one was just being cleaned and should be ready any minute.
Oh noā¦ that was not the news that Renee wanted to hear. So here we were, in all our glory, waiting in the halls at the reception area. Me surrounded by all the bags we had to bring, Renee starting to get louder and louder as she was bent over a railing in labour. Renee also screaming at me to call her mum and sister to get to the hospital ASAP. The midwifes trying to calm Renee and reassure her that the birthing suite is almost ready to go. And I felt like laughing. Because surely this only happens in the movies? I mean, it was touch and go there for a whileā¦ we honestly thought there was a good possibility that Renee was going to have Baby Barton #2 in the hallway!
What did actually end up only being minutes later (although it must have felt like an eternity for Renee) we were finally let into the newly cleaned birthing suite. Shortly after, Reneeās mum and sister arrivedā¦ and shortly after that, Jasper Barton arrived.
Like, literally, I think from memory we arrived at the hospital sometime after 12pm, by 1:30pm, Jasper was born! How quick was that labour!!! I mean the labour for Jesseās birth wasnāt extremely long either, but this was super quick. That said, we think Renee had officially been in labour from the day before, but you knowā¦ it still seemed quick to us.
After Jasper was born, we did take a little longer to name him than we did with Jesse. We had some names picked out, but we still werenāt 100% decided on a name. We thought about it for a little while longer, and eventually came to decision to name him Jasper James Barton. One of our choicies, and the choice that definitely seemed to fit this new little bundle of joy we had in our arms.
Wow, what an experience birth number two was. I actually canāt believe how different it was to the first time. So much so that it was like the first time all over again!
And even though we realized at the time when we named him, the funny thing is we ended up with two boys, both of whom have the initials J.J.B., and both of whom were born on a Wednesday. Like seriously, that canāt happenā¦ can it?!?!
Happy 3 Month Milestone Jasper!!! You chubby little monster youā¦
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