As you may already know, Emma was born on the bathroom floor. Yes it is true, in fact it was this one:
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It was a Sunday morning: March 13th 2005 to be exact. Rachel had been having contractions early that morning. Just to set the stage, we already were pros at this birthing thing, and Benjamin was now 2 1/2 years old. With Benjamin, when contractions were 5 minutes apart, we called the hospital to let them know we were on our way. They told Rachel to take a shower and to get some dinner before heading on over to the hospital. It all went smoothly and Benjamin was safely born in the hospital as planned.
This time we had the same mindset. Rachel told me to take a shower, we ate some breakfast and took our time. I called the hospital to let them know we were on our way over. We called a friend over (Amy Whitlock) and she was on her way over to watch Benjamin for us. Just as Amy arrived, we put our things into the car and Rachel said she needed to go to the bathroom before we left for the hospital.
A few moments later I heard Rachel screaming from the bathroom! I ran over and opened up the bathroom. Rachel complained that she had to "push". I recalled that the last time she had to "push" was when Benjamin was born. I knew that Rachel was having this baby!
RIGHT NOW! I told Rachel to get off the toilet and she refused. I didn't want our baby to be born in the toilet so I forced her off the toilet and had her sit on the floor by the toilet. I yelled at Amy to call 911. Adrenaline was kicking in and instinct was taking over. For both Rachel and me!
The 911 operator instructed me to get some pillows to help Rachel be more comfortable. Out loud I said: "Pillows, where can I find pillows?" I started to run towards our bedroom where I knew there were pillows when Rachel yelled back: "Not those pillows! Use the ones in the guest room!" I ran instead to the guest room, grabbed the pillows and in a frantic dash I threw them at Rachel and they bounced off her head. I quickly grabbed the phone back to get my next instructions from the 911 operator! In the meantime Rachel struggled to get the pillows behind her to provide some support.
Things progressed VERY quickly. I can't remember what the 911 operator was telling me because Emma's head was starting to crown. I tried to explain to the 911 operator that the baby was coming as the operator kept asking if I was really sure the baby was coming. At that point I threw the phone because this operator was not much help and I needed to deliver this baby without someone asking such a stupid question.
As Emma's head appeared I helped the rest of her out, being careful not to drop her as I already knew how slippery a new baby would be. I turned her over in the "football" hold, patted her back to get her to start breathing, and did a quick mouth swipe to get fluid out of her mouth. Emma started to cry and I immediately handed her over to Rachel who was both thrilled and relieved to be holding such a precious little girl in her arms.
I got back on the phone with the unbelieving 911 operator and gave her the news. The operator then asked if I had a bulb syringe. I remember thinking: "really? Like I carry one around in my pocket... just in case..." Rachel overheard and told me there was one in the toy-box. Of course, why didn't I think of that! In a dash I found the toy-box, picked the whole thing up and dumped all the toys out in one quick maneuver. And behold, there was a bulb syringe after all! I ran back with my prize and attempted to suck fluid out of Emma's nose and mouth as instructed.
Next, the 911 operator instructed me to find some string or rope in order to tie off the umbilical cord. I couldn't think of where on earth I would find some string or rope. Once again, Rachel said we could use some yarn. So I ran over and grabbed a whole ball of yarn. I wasn't sure how tight I should be typing this knot on the umbilical cord, so I carefully tied a bow knot like I would on my shoe. Another job completed!
At the insistence of the 911 operator, I also grabbed some blankets to make sure both Emma and Rachel were sufficiently warm.
At this point the firefighters arrived. (By the way, I figure that the time that elapsed between the start of this story and this moment of the story is less than the time it has taken you to read this.) As they ran in, the very first thing they did was laugh as they saw my neatly tied bow-knot from yard on the umbilical cord and proclaimed "uh, what is that?" I got out of the way as they started to check mom and baby out and properly clamp the umbilical cord.
The ambulance then arrived and came in to help. Here is the video just minutes after Emma was born and the ambulance finally arrived!
My adrenaline was still pretty high, but things weren't happening so fast anymore. Both the firefighters and the EMTs were in a cheery mood, and very happy to help in such a joyous occasion as this!
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We rode in the ambulance over to the hospital, where eventually Rachel was taken care of (that is another story) and Emma was admitted to the hospital. In the hospital, they asked me lots of probing questions about the birth, none of which I could answer very well as I was busy delivering the baby to pay attention to random details. They asked questions such as "what color was the amniotic fluid?", and "what color was the baby?". Although Emma came 3 weeks early, they determined she was a full term baby despite daddy's inability to answer all the questions for the Apgar test.
I'll never forget what a great blessing it was to deliver my little sweetheart, Emma! I just hope I never need to do that again.