Lilyana Grace Walters was born August 9th at 1:09 AM in our home. It was most definitely a surprise, but it was also an amazing experience. Never did I think this would have happened to me. I thought I was prepared...I made sure our 2 year old son, Jeffrey, was at my In-laws when we were heading to the hospital. I was all packed and ready to go. We went into labor and delivery around 10:00 PM and told the nurse I was having contractions 3-4 minutes apart. They brought me into a side room and strapped me to a monitor to check my contractions and the baby's heartbeat. The nurse checks me and mutters about how she doesn't know how to check as well as a doctor and said that she thinks I am only 2 cm. I told her, "I know I am in labor, are you going to admit me?" She said she had to call the doctor and left the room. The nurse then came back in and said that maybe I should go home until the pain gets worse. WORSE!? Is she crazy? I know what being in labor feels like and I knew I was close to having this baby! My husband who was already tired and hates being in the hospital, readily agrees with the nurse, and all I could do was shake my head in agreement too. The nurse knew what she was doing, right? So she gave me the yellow paper that says to come back when my pains get "worse" (whatever the hell that means) and I waddled out of the Women's Center with my husband and we got into the car and drove home.
Almost immediately after we walk into the house, I had this wave of pain that almost brought me to my knees. My husband suggested I take a bath, and to try to sleep. Ha, ya...we will see about that. He helped draw me a bath, and I sink my whale of a body into the warm soapy water and I try to relax. All I could do was cry and moan, and I was so uncomfortable I could not "try to relax" one more second! I got out of the water and put on a little nightgown and laid in bed trying with all my might to ignore the pain and close my eyes. Needless to say, it did not work! The pains were excruciating! I could hardly breathe, and all I did was cry and scream into my pillow. Not wanting to annoy and wake my husband, I waddle into the living room and tried to sit on the couch. But the pains were coming one after the other and my screams became even more deafening...at that moment I became terrified. I realized that this baby is coming and I began to panic. I slowly walk into the bedroom and was hardly able to catch my breath. As I got to the bed, I climbed up on it and just barely was able to call out "Jeff! I feel like I am dying..." before I bellowed out a blood curdling scream. And fell onto my side on the bed. At that second I felt the baby bulging out of me. I started to cry ( of course!) some more as my husband sits up and rushes over to my side. I then get up to go into the bathroom ( I have no clue why, I was not thinking clearly at this point) and Jeff yells, "Honey, what are you doing!?" He then comes and picks me up and started to carry me out of the bedroom when he notices the bulge coming out of me.
That is when he turns around and says, "Honey we are having the baby right here" and he lays me on the edge of the bed. That is when I screamed, "What!? No! Call my mom, please call my mom!" So with my cell phone he calls my mom and with his cell phone he calls 911. Both calls were on speaker phone, and I hear my mom pick up. "Hello?" my mother's unexpecting voice answers. "Mom! (scream, cry) come here please!" My mom is yelling, "What is wrong!? I yell between cries, "I am having the baby! I am at home, please help me!" I hear her saying, 'Oh my gosh, you are at home? Ok, we are leaving the house now!" We then get disconnected. Jeff is on his phone with the 911 operator, while hearing me screaming in the background, the operator was asking questions like what was our address and saying the ambulance is on their way. In that moment I had a urge to push- so I did. I pushed 3 times! And I looked into my husbands eyes and saw complete surprise and the baby shot right out into his arms! HOLY COW, what just happened!? Jeff held our beautiful little girl and he just stared at her and I kept asking, "Is she ok, is she ok!?" Jeff looked at me and said, "She is perfect, she is perfect" as he put our daughter into my arms. The whole world stood still as I looked at my baby girl for the first time and I was amazed. Jeff was right, she was absolutely perfect. I then realized the operator was still on speaker and my mom had called back and they both heard the baby crying. The operator was asking, "She had the baby? Oh...uh, ok. Um grab some towels and wrap the baby up in them. Take a shoe string and tie it around the umbilical cord." So my husband took out his shoelace from his boots and tied the cord with it and grabbed towels and we wrapped her up in them. I just held her with my whole body shaking uncontrollably.
My mom was on speaker as well and I heard her saying that she and my dad were on their way over. Time seemed to stand still, as I just sat there holding my baby and my husband and I looking at her in amazement. It must have been 4 minutes later the paramedics came into our home. One of the paramedics came right over to where we were, and cut the umbilical cord while the other paramedics stood there staring. It was so embarrassing! I just wanted to scream for all those men to get out of my bedroom, I was hardly dressed!! But I was in shock so said nothing. The only thing I thought was how sticky, wet and gross I felt as I almost stepped in the bloody mess on the floor next to my bed. The paramedic that cut the cord also carried me to the gurney in the hallway of my house, and wheeled me out the front door. That is where I was greeted by my parents and my oldest brother who said encouraging words like, "Good job, Brianne." "You were so brave" "We love you!"
As I was put into the ambulance, the paramedic tried talking to me, but all I could do was look at Lily. I realized after we started to drive away, that my husband was not with me! I guess he took our car and met us right when we arrived to the hospital. My parents were there as well, it was comforting to see them all there as I was wheeled out of the ambulance and into the hospital. I felt like everyone was staring at me as they wheeled us quickly through the hospital to the Women's Center and into the hospital room where we would be staying. My poor mother who had a foot surgery done, had to follow us at a quick pace. She is such an angel. It took almost an hour after I had delivered Lily at home, for the doctor to finally come in and deliver the placenta. THAT WAS HORRIBLE! I thought I was done, but Nooooo, I had to feel the labor and delivery again with the stupid placenta! Ugh, it was horrible and I even kicked the doctor! Owell...after all the doctor bills we got afterwards I wish I did MORE than kick him! (: Geesh, it cost more to deliver at home than it would have at the hospital! Anyways...that is pretty much the birth story of our little princess, Lilyana Grace, We stayed in the hospital a few days and then were released and went back home with our new bundle of joy.
Proud Daddy holding his baby girl that he delivered! (: Everyone called him Dr. Jeff for awhile! lol
Here we are at home, happy as can be!
