We are so glad for the safe arrival of Carter James Bernard to our little family. Carter came into this world with a bang on Saturday, September 17, 2011 at 5:29 a.m. To say it was a surprise would be to put it mildly. We had set up an appointment for me to be induced (due to Tristan's work schedule) on Monday, September 19. Knowing that, I had grand designs in mind for our weekend with lots of errands and loose ends to tie up. I picked Tristan up from the airport on Thursday at 4:00 p.m. We decided to "divide and conquer" (as we often call it) on Friday, with me running around to stock up on groceries and run a few shopping errands and Tristan manning the toddler. I pushed it on Friday and knew it. By the end of the day I had a minor backache (not the first time) and was beat! But we managed to squeeze out the last bit of energy and enjoy an impromtu dinner with our friends, Rich and Allisha on Friday night. They left around 8 or so and we got busy doing bedtime routines and clean up.
When we went to bed around 11, I started having contractions. This was no big deal, since I battled intense Braxton-Hicks contractions all through my pregnancy (Ethan, too) and I knew I had pushed myself. I decided to drink some extra water and take some Tylenol. By around 2 a.m., my back was really hurting. I decided to go lay on the couch, which is a little firmer for better support for my back. By 3 a.m., the contractions hadn't gotten any better, my back still really hurt and I started to think maybe I should time the contractions. I also started gathering the last few things that needed to go in my hospital bag "just in case"--not really thinking anything was happening. I was having a hard time timing them because the back pain blurred right into the contractions so I didn't know when to start and stop timing them. Generally they were about 4 minutes apart and lasting over a minute each. Another problem I had was that I kept falling asleep in between them, so I wasn't sure I was getting an accurate time.
Around 4 I woke up with a start to a HORRIBLE contraction. The minute I felt it, I remembered being in labor with Ethan and knew something was going on. Around 4:30 I told Tristan to call the hospital and find out if we should come in. Half way through his phone call I decided we were going whether they thought we should or not and started calling our phone tree to get someone to our apartment. I was in horrible pain and having a hard time sitting or laying down and felt like I had to go to the bathroom every few minutes. Finally I noticed some slight bleeding and told Tristan we had to get in the car right that minute. We called my parents again to see where they were and waited in the parking lot in our car for them to arrive.
We left our apartment at 5 a.m. It is a short drive to the hospital from our apartment (about 8 minutes) and I could barely stay in my seat the whole way there because of the pain. I kept telling Tristan to run the red lights to just get there. We parked in the ER driveway and went in to check in. Now keep in mind, I had pre-registered with the hospital, however we were still in the ER for about 10 minutes with me pacing around with each contraction. The guy kept asking me to come over and sign things and I was thinking, "SERIOUSLY??!!" Around this time I started bleeding a lot more and was getting a little frantic. Finally he let Tristan finish signing for me and got us a wheelchair while he went to buzz us in the door (stopping on the way to make some copies of my info first--SERIOUSLY?!) We had to walk, literally, about a quarter mile to the elevator (I couldn't sit at first and then HAD to sit). We couldn't find it at first and when we did find it had to ride it up to the 4th floor. We got out to a room that was locked and had to wait to be buzzed in.
They got me into a room and had me change and noticed a lot of bleeding, at which point I asked if the baby was o.k. The nurse told me she though so and sometimes the bleeding can come from rapid cervical changes. I laid on the bed, she checked me and told me I was complete and she hooked me up to the fetal monitor. My next contraction I told her I had to push to which she replied, "Please don't." At that point my body took over and the next thing I knew, Carter was here! From the time I got onto the bed to the time he was born was only 4 minutes. The nurse said that beat her record for fastest birth. I just kept thinking, "What if my parents had taken a little longer or we had been stuck at more lights?" We arrived with only 4 minutes to spare! That's a close call, if you ask me! I never had an IV the whole time I was in the hospital because they didn't have time to put one in...My doctor didn't even make it for his delivery, arriving a few minutes after Carter was born.
But, even with all the craziness, he arrived safe and sound and perfect in his own little way.
Carter James Bernard
September 17, 2011, 5:29 a.m.
8 lbs., 19 1/2 in.
Kelly arrived with breakfast a little later in the day (after she got, what I'm sure was a shocking text message).Getting ready to bust out of there!
Grandma Bernard had come to stay the night with Ethan and was there waiting for us when we arrived home on Sunday morning. Ethan was glad to see us, but uncertain about why that little baby came, too. We did manage to get him to hold Carter, though!
Carter's arrival was definitely not as planned, but we are just thankful that he made it here safely and are so glad to have him as a part of our family. Thanks to our many family members and friends who have helped to fill in the holes for us as we adjust to a life as a family of four!!

