On March 28th we welcomed Holden Henry.
Contractions started at 6am and were immediately two minutes apart. I didn’t want to risk having Bob deliver Holden on the side of the road, so my mom got to our house by 6:45 to watch the older kids. Bob and I got to the hospital around 7:30am and I posed for one last belly shot. 39 weeks, 2 days pregnant.
I contemplated an epidural this time because I expected him to be born quickly so I figured I could suck up the pain for a short amount of time. I was silent during contractions, just trying to breathe through them, hard at work laboring. And Bob was also hard at work laboring… on his computer. He did offer to rub my back and help in any way. Wanting to be practical and not waste time, I told him to work while he can to pass the time.
I ended up saying “uncle” and asked for an epidural. The contractions were intense and I just wasn’t brave enough to push out a baby without pain meds. The anesthesiologist arrived fairly quickly and gave me the epidural. Less than 10 minutes later it was just the nurse and Bob in the room with me and I told the nurse the epidural didn’t kick in yet and she might have to deliver the baby alone because he was coming NOW.
Bob jumped up and held my hand and the nurse pulled out the epidural IV since it was too late for it to work at this point, and I vaguely remember an oxygen mask being held against my face. My eyes were closed and I just tried to get through the pain. In about 2 or 3 minutes, our 3rd son was placed in my arms and I got to cut his cord. I truly had no idea who was in the room at that point or who delivered the baby. I had to ask Bob a few hours later what happened.
Holden Henry was born at 11:28am, 7lbs 9oz. 19″ long.
What’s in a name? The book The Catcher in the Rye was mandatory reading when we were in high school. The main character is Holden Caulfield and I always liked the name. Henry was my grandpa John’s middle name. True story: for almost a year we had agreed to name a future son Holden Danger. We figured it was time to just pick a name that we liked and we thought it would be kind of amusing if he could tell people “My middle name is ‘Danger'”. But in the end, I thought my grandpa John deserved to be honored by using his middle name.
The big brothers are doing well. Michael asks to hold him and talks sweetly to him. Jack was reluctant to welcome him at first but has reached to hold and kiss Holden a few times since then. Holden will appreciate these boys as he grows up.
See this husband of mine? He’s been getting up with the big kids every morning so I can just focus on feeding Holden all night and sleeping whenever I can.
Holden has been a great baby so far. He already went to the pediatric chiropractor to nip any issues in the bud. There is no way Bob and I wanted to deal with 4 months of screaming like we did with Jack.
A little family history moment: The wooden platter that Holden is in below is a hand-carved butter platter. My Great great great grandfather Thomas carved it about 175 years ago and his wife Jane used it to mix the salt into the cream to make butter from the cows they raised. My grandma Pearl treasured that platter so I wanted to put one of our newest family treasures into the oldest family treasure.
Welcome to our family, sweet Holden.