November 3, 2008 at 1:30am I was up late as usual trying to get to sleep, when I felt this thump and a little bit of fluid come out. At first I was like “dang, my water just broke.” But, at the same time I was in denial. After having to make two trips to the restroom I yelled for Steven to call the local hospital and ask them if I could come in to get checked. We called a friend to come and sit with the boys while we went to the hospital in town.

When we there they couldn’t find the Nitrazine strips to test the fluid to see if it was amniotic or urine. So she put me on a monitor, and did an internal I was 2cm and and confirmed that my water did break. She called to Fargo to let them know what was going on and they said to go ahead and send me. We went back by the apartment to let the friend know that we were going to go to Fargo and kiss Steven III and Jordan and get last minute stuff.

On the way to Fargo my contractions were coming every 3-4 minutes lasting from 30-60 seconds each. By the time we got to the hospital, an hour later, they were strong but not too strong to the point where I couldn’t walk. Our Doula Jill showed up and we all were escorted up to the birthing center. I was put on monitors for 20 minutes and was checked. I was 3cm and the fetal readings were good so they took me off the monitors so I could move around.

The first thing I wanted to do was try out the birthing ball. It was ok but didn’t really do anything. By this time the contractions were getting pretty strong. Next I tried the rocking chair but that was annoying so I then headed to the bed to lay on my side. With my contractions I was shaking really bad like I was cold, the only way I could get through them was with lots of moaning. When the nurses noticed the shaking they decided to check my dilation again and I was at 7cm, that’s when they started the water for the tub.

As soon as I hit the water I had another contraction. After I was finally able to get situated OH MAN that water was so comforting until my contractions came. Up until this point I didn’t have any type of medication for pain. All of a sudden I had about two contractions that made me want to push and just before the second one I asked for IV meds and my doula Jill said that at this point it would only make me sleepy and possibly irritate the baby, that was a great save because I was really wanting meds at this time but it was too late. The second contraction came and I couldn’t help but to push. They, Jill,  a Nurse, and Steven got me out of the tub and dried me off and got me back into bed. I could barely get out on my own I was in so much pain. In the meanwhile the midwife came in with the baby warmer and stuff.

I sat on the edge of the bed and was still contracting what felt like every minute on the minute. By now I have my eyes closed but I glanced around and I see the midwife and it was the male midwife who was on call, who he hadn’t left yet. I get situated in the bed and no one is saying anything and the lights are dimmed just like I asked. He, the midwife, let me instinctively push, and no one was counting or anything which was soo nice. In the middle of pushing I kept thinking ‘what in the heck is wrong with me, I had the chance to get drugs and now here I am with a kid coming out of me and I can feel EVERYTHING…………..’ at that moment I knew I wouldn’t purposely get pregnant again for a couple years at least.

So I kept pushing and yelling and screaming, then all of a sudden his head was out then the rest of him slide out and the midwife put the baby on my chest and the first thing my newborn son does is pees everywhere but mainly on me. He was very quiet after he was born, the midwife let the cord pulsate until it stopped clamped it and Steven cut the cord. The baby only made little grunting noises but never really cried until they took him to the warmer.

On the way to the hospital Steven was telling me that he still wasn’t sure about the babys first name which we had up until that morning agreed would be Isaiah. So I told him you can pick out the first name since I got to pick out his middle name.

I chose the middle name Robinson in honor of my father. He never knew who his father was and was given his mothers maiden name at birth. He went on to have three daughters, Mary, Carol, and myself. The last name Robinson stops at him. After Jordan was born and we were talking about having more kids I decided that if the next child we have is a boy I wanted him to have my dads last name as a middle name.

Erian Robinson was born November 3, 2008 at 6:18 am weighing 7lbs 4oz and 20 inches long. We left the hospital the next day, November 4th, and are now home and nursing is going GREAT!!!