This blog post is a bit over due... 3 weeks in fact, but always better late then never.
11:20pm on June 14th, 2016 I was woken up like I usually am of my wife, Ashley getting up to go to the bathroom. This time though things were different. She started to have, what we thought were Braxton Hicks contractions, but they seemed to be to close together and much more painful. So we started to time them. We were using the 411 formula: 4 minutes apart, for 1 hour, and 1 minute in duration. Things seemed to be escalating fast, so we decided to take a walk around the block. Doing this one of two things would happen, either the contractions would die down or they would get closer together and worse. So at 11:45 at night, with Cody in hand we made our way around the block. Still timing the contractions, we barely made it half way around the block before we decided to call the doctor and finding out to get over to the hospital. We got Cody back to the house, summoned for an Uber cab, grab the bags and we were off to the hospital. On the way we called my parents just to keep them alert of what was going on and to be ready if Ashley was going to be admitted so they can come and take care of Cody.
Once we got into Triage the contractions really started to pick up. Seeing my wife in pain was very hard for me, but it also clearly made my point on how men can and would never be able to handle the pain that goes along with pregnancy. Within 2 hours of being at Triage, Ashley dilated to 3cm, but they still could not admit her. Hospital protocol and Ashley's doctor's advice was to go and walk for 2 hrs and come back, hopefully then she would be 4cm or more dilated and she could be admitted. So she got dressed and we began walking at 3am, block after block of Park Slope, Brooklyn. We stopped off at a dinner cause Ashley was hungry and did not know when she would eat again, due to labor being long. Lets just say ordering food was a waste because Ashley was just in constant pain. contractions were coming stronger and after walking around for 1 hour she could not take it anymore and we headed back and thank God she was 4cm dilated. Finally it was time for her to be admitted.
Still in Triage and the pain being so painful we were told that a room was not available because other patients were coming in further dilated, but thankfully Ashley's doctor fought for the room and Ashley was finally in a room and an epidural was waiting for her for which she was eternally grateful. From 5am to almost 4pm it was pretty much a waiting game. Ashley was able to sleep a bit, her doctors came in to check her, at one point Dr. Greg (on of three DeFazio brothers) came in and broke her water. Then gave her the news that his brother Mark would most likely deliver our son. That made Ashley a bit nervous, but it was something she knew was going to happen. I would go back an forth to my family to give them updates as most of them waited there from 9am in the morning. Our nurse was in the room most of the time keeping track on how Ashley and our son were doing.
At about 4pm, Dr. Mark came in to tell us Ashley was 10cm dilated and he also shut off her epidural, without her knowing. He wanted her to feel her contractions to be able to push, which is why he shut it. The one thing about it that was funny (I know this is not a joking matter, so chill out) was that Ashley was still trying to push the green button she was given cause she had no clue it was turned off. So there she is pushing and pushing it and nothing was coming out, but I could not say anything.
Finally at around 4:20pm Ashley was beginning to push. I have to say this certainly was not what they show in the movies, they certainly get it wrong. Also if there are men out their who refuse to be in the room because they may pass out or it will affect them sexually or whatever stupid reason, I say this with all due respect, but you all are pussies! It simply was the greatest experience of my life. Coaching my wife, holding her leg up as she pushed, watching as she and my son worked together to inch him out. It is clear how woman are the stronger sex.
At 5:43pm, the greatest joy in my life arrived and my life forever changed. In a single moment I went from being a husband, son, and brother, to a Father. My son was finally born and hearing him cry for that very first time was the greatest sound I have and will ever hear. Because my wife had to get stitched, placenta passed and what not I was the first one to hold my son, Julian. When he was given to me and his head and body was on my chest, everything was perfect. My son is here and I am now a Dad. We made a pact at that moment, at least in my mind we did. I told him, "We have to work as a team. This is the first time I am going to be a Dad and the first time you will be a son, but I promise you I will be everything for you and do anything and everything in my power for you."
So at 5:43pm on June 15th, 2016 my life changed forever and I would not have it any other way. Ashley is truly my wife, love, hero as every woman who gives birth should be. She gave me the greatest Father's Day gift anyone could ask for. She gave me my son and I love you so much!
World... Meet Julian Richard Lewis!