02/23/2026
2.15.2026
Connor Thomas Jordan finally joined us at 10:06am
He made me a boy mom
He gave his dada a son
He made Claire the worlds greatest big sister
He took his time on his way to us, and still his birth was one of the most beautiful and impactful experiences of my life.
4 weeks ago, another snow storm blew in.
Regular contractions started.
With Claire I walked. Stretched. Did everything I could to try to kick active labor into high gear.
With Connor I sat by the fire, rested, and waited.
I waited for a week, and no progression. Just the same, consistent contraction patterns.
This happened last time, and I knew I was in prodromal labor. So I set up my lavender scented labor cave, meditated, prayed, and waited again (all on my yoga ball of course)
When the second week went by with some minor progression, I was so hopeful. My last birth had been an induction, and all I wanted was to experience a natural birth this time around. So I tucked in even deeper, went to the spa, got a massage, and focused only on all things oxytocin maxing, lol
Finally, it was Valentine’s Day! My contractions switched to that much more boney, sharp, intense feeling and we’re coming in quicker. I thought “this has GOT to be it. I remember this pain”
We spent the day with family, had the best Indian for dinner, tucked Claire into bed, and labored at home until ~12am Sunday morning.
We met our doula in triage, got checked in, and low and behold! No Progress. 0. I was just as dilated as I had been over a week ago, and at that point, I felt all the amount of control I thought I had leave my body. Feeling deflated, we got ready to go back home, when the doctor came in with a compromise.
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