Our Barrett Ezekiel was born on July 3rd, 2019 at 10:05pm weighing 7 lbs and 20 inches.
We found out that we were expecting him last fall, when Fletcher was just over 10 months old and on November 6th which was the due date of the sweet baby we miscarried between Cannon+Fletcher….God is faithful and good and we are so undeserving of this beautiful family we’re growing.
The last few months of my pregnancy with this little man were really hard. I felt terrible almost everyday and physically I was just really shot. That was difficult as I was caring for two very busy toddlers and trying to keep up with everything and have joy in the midst of it all. God was good to sustain us and the last weekend before Barrett was born was so sweet because I actually felt really good physically, I got a big burst of energy, I felt beautiful and I was able to just ENJOY being pregnant and that was such a sweet gift. We had the best family weekend and savored every moment of being a family of four.
On Tuesday, July 2nd at 38+4- I walked the boys to the park in the late afternoon and I felt some contractions that seemed like maybe something. I texted Adam about it but by the time I got the boys home, fed, and put in bed…things were dying down. I got the house cleaned up really well and organized a bunch just a case, but by 9pm with nothing happening, I tried to get to sleep and get as much rest as possible.
I woke up around 5 am with more contractions and a strong feeling that it was baby day.
With a full nights rest I proceeded to try to get things going and all morning I had consistent contractions 3-4 min apart and then 5-6 minutes apart….all consistent but never crazy strong and never a clear indication that we needed to call the midwife or imminently get to the birth center.
Adam went ahead and went to work at 1pm, and I walked the boys to the park after their nap around 3. The contractions were getting stronger and had never really let up throughout the day- so finally around 4 I called the midwife. Her advice was to drop our kiddos off with friends and then she felt like my body would kind of kick it into gear.
Walked home…having to work through contractions a little bit by then. We grabbed our bags and packed the kids up and dropped them off with our friends. Adam and I then went to get gas and grab food at Subway before meeting our midwife at the birth center around 6:30pm.
When we got there she checked me and I was at a 5. Initially labor slowed a bit as we arrived at the birth center and got settled in.
Adam and I labored a lot outside as it was a beautiful Alaska evening. We did a lot of laps in the parking lot, working through contractions and then talking/catching up about life in between. We laughed a lot, I remember that…and honestly we had fun in between the contractions and before things got really intense.
Around maybe 8/8:30 we headed inside…listened to music and had to get more intentional about positioning and working through contractions. Right before 9pm…just as I was hitting transition, I had a really emotional moment and cried a lot just thinking of how our family was going to change, thinking about my boys, and so grateful to be so close to meeting our Barrett baby. Adam and I shared that moment and it was so sweet and our midwife had the sweetest words for us too.
Once I hit transition- it was intense! My water had not broken yet and I was getting so tired but I knew we were going to meet our baby so soon.
It was nostalgic a bit because we chose to birth in the same room as both Cannon and Fletcher were born in. They were both born in the water and I think I knew this third time around that that would feel like my safe space to push this baby out. From transition to shortly after he was born was a little bit hard for me because I felt like it got so intense that I actually couldn’t get a handle on the pain, the process, and I felt so out of control.
The pushing was short but crazy intense. During one of my first pushes, my water broke and he basically just shot down and was suddenly crowning. This part was nuts and I had to push a couple more times before he was totally out and on my chest.
It took him longer to cry than my other boys I think cause that last part was so quick.
I LOVED that moment of holding him right after he was born. One of the best moments of my life.
He looked so much like Cannon and Fletcher, that was so fun to see…and we had the best time snuggling him and and cuddling before we headed home for a good night sleep with our tiniest baby.
Going through labor with my man always makes me fall in love with him a little deeper. He’s the best support, the most encouraging, and just so sturdy for me to lean on emotionally. So grateful for him.
This sweet baby boy is such a gift, a blessing, and a miracle. Grateful beyond words that he’s part of our family. We love you Barrett Ezekiel….God has good plans for you my son.