Saturday, September 26, 2009
He Is Born
Owen Curtis Hartmann was born this afternoon at 4:35 p.m. of Lillian Rose Moon Hartmann and Jason Thomas Hartmann.
I left my camera in Lily's room when we left the hospital and these are the pictures I got off Mr. Moon's phone. There will be better pictures but really- these say it all.
A beautiful brawny boy- 9 lbs. 4 oz. - but hardly the ginormous child the ultrasound doctor claimed he'd be. And Lily pushed him out all on her own after over two nights and two days with no sleep and no relief until finally, stuck at 9.5 cm. for hours and hours, she relented this afternoon, got an epidural and pitocin with all my encouragement and then got the job finished up in less than an hour of pushing, which is amazing for a first baby.
And they said it couldn't be done.
They don't know my Lily.
Of course there is a long, long story but I, too, am exhausted. I didn't sleep that well on Wednesday night, went to the hospital on Thursday morning and haven't had more than an hour of real sleep since then.
I don't even know how I am feeling. I don't know who Owen looks like except himself. He has a bit of a fever and was having rapid respirations right after birth and so they have done blood work and placenta cultures and will start him on antibiotics but his color is pinky red, and when we left him and his mama and his daddy in their room tonight, he was nursing like a man born to the tit and was ready for a nap. He took every minute of that long, long labor in stride and he is strong and will be fine.
But oh, it was hard to leave him.
When I talked to him tonight and held him, he quieted down and looked at me.
"I love you," I crooned. "I am your best friend." (Which of my readers told me her mother said that to her baby?) "Your mama and daddy are your mama and daddy but I am your grandmother and your best friend. I am the crazy old chicken lady and I love you."
I think he knew what I was talking about.
He doesn't know it yet, but he was born into the best family anyone could imagine. Hank was there in the hospital the entire time and slept in the waiting room sitting up. Jessie was the sweet aunt, rubbing feet and getting water and walking laps with Lily and Jason, Hank and me, trying to get that baby to come. Tay-Tay brought Wattaburger. Whataburger? I'm too tired to care. Mr. Moon sat and waited and let Lily lean on him and kissed her and brought food and let ME lean on him and cry on him and was the man I leaned on when Lily was born. And May cried on the phone and wrote what will probably be Owen's best birth story even though she couldn't be there.
There were phone calls and visits and brownies and muffins and there was Lily. She walked, she labored, she cried, she laughed, cried some more, she rallied. She did not give in. She did not give out. I have been to many births and I have never seen ANYONE labor more strongly, bravely or gracefully. I swear that.
And when it came time to push him out, it was as if she'd pushed out ten babies. She was amazing. Tomorrow is her birthday. Twenty-four years ago tomorrow, I pushed HER out and how do you even imagine what it means to breathe with a daughter as she labors whose life you breathed into existence just five minutes ago?
And Jason was with her every step of the way, holding her hand, letting her lean on him, supporting her in every way possible. He danced through almost every contraction with her, quite literally as she swayed and moaned and hummed and sang Owen into place.
I feel like I have experienced the biggest honor of my life.
I feel like I have just met the man of my dreams.
He was born tonight and he is a beautiful baby.
And I am the luckiest woman in the world, writing this, trying to integrate this, loving him and the family whom he is so blessed to have blessed with his presence.
Welcome, Owen Curtis Hartmann. Now get all well real quick because we want to play with you and kiss those pretty lips and and fat little cheeks and hold your strong beautiful fingers and be in amazement at your long, lean legs which will run so fast and carry your so far, and your big baby feet that were longer than the form when they made your footprint.
Thank-you Lily and Jason. Thank-you, all the powers that be. Thank-you, all the grace and all the glory and all the light.
Owen is here.