When we learned we were expecting our lil boy, I had all these thoughts on how I was gonna document his birth story. Being a photographer I had very high expectations on what moments to capture and how I wanted the images to play out. Turns out, our baby had other thoughts!
I was 37 weeks along and it was Mother’s Day. That very day I went vintage shopping, had a nice meal, and made a list of all the things that I needed to do that week to get ready for the new baby. We had not packed a single bag. We had no plans for Hunter and Ryder. We were definitely not ready. That night everyone went to bed and as Freddie started up the stairs I reminded him of our ultrasound the next morning and that we needed to come home and pack and get ready for the “any day now”. My mom was having surgery at the same hospital we were giving birth at so after our appointment we were gonna head on over there to make sure everything went well with her procedure.
I stayed up and watched Mad Men, painted my nails the worst shade of green I’ve ever seen and trolled Instagram for cute baby clothes. I finally dragged myself up to bed at 2:30. I plugged in my phone and snuggled in my body pillow and was cringing at the sound of my alarm going off in 5 hours.
At 4am my water broke. At first I thought, well maybe he just kicked my bladder…but then my back started cramping. And it didn’t stop. I ran to the bathroom and woke up Freddie by doing so. He asked me what was wrong and I simply stated…either I peed myself or my water broke. With nothing ready to go, we woke up my family and they said to bring the boys to them. We looked at each other and quickly said “what do we need at this very minute” and decided we didn’t need anything but ourselves and jumped in the car. I didn’t get my hair blown out, or my mani/pedi or even a dab of concealer for all my fabulous photos! He was coming and we needed to leave NOW!
We pulled up to the ER at 5:15am. Freddie wheeled me up to labor and delivery and we told them all the vital information. They put me into a room and checked to see how dilated I was. 5cm. But something was wrong. They called my doctor and wheeled in an ultrasound machine. Baby was sideways. So what does that mean? Cesarean Section. An emergency Cesarean. In one moment my whole thought process turned from calm and just in pain–to pure terror. I started to freak out. One of the many nurses in that room handed Freddie scrubs and he was on the phone calling all of our family saying it was Go Time! As they started to unplug me from machines to wheel me out my Grandma, sister, cousins and aunt walked in. I was hyperventilating. Like a mad woman. It felt like I saw my support system for 10 seconds and I was wheeled to the surgical room. We stopped and Freddie was told to scrub up. Then I was on my own.
I hate hospitals. I hate doctors. And I especially hate surgery. When we took our hospital tour and they were talking about C-Sections I remember chomping on my ice chips and telling Freddie, “oh we don’t need to know any of this.” I wish that I had read up on them or knew what to expect. It wasn’t pleasant. To say the least. The sheet that I see in television shows went up and I heard my doctor say she was going to start. After what felt like an eternity I heard Freddie’s voice. He asked if I was ok. I just looked at him. And then he told me he loved me. And I cried. It felt like a ton of pulling and a ton of pressure. And then he was here. My doctor said “here he is, boy number three!” And then he cried. And I followed suit. I couldn’t see him but Freddie said that he looked just like Ryder. And he had dark hair.
Asher Everett Tartaglia was born on May 11, 2015 at 6:00am. He weighed 6 pounds 12 ounces and was 18 inches long.
From the time my water broke until the time he was born was a span of two hours. It still amazes me at how fast it all happened. When I was all sewn up they wheeled me into recovery. The best part was seeing My Freddie with our baby all swaddled up in his arms. Our Family of five was finally complete and my third baby boy was here and loved so much.
We spent four days in the hospital and I found out that recovering from a c-section is not fun at all! It was very trying but after a while (a long while) we made it through.
The name Asher means “the happy one”. And he is. He is a mellow little dude and makes all of our lives better. Even though we didn’t get the Birth Story photos that I had thought about for so many months, we have story that feels like it could have been a movie. His story is unique just like him, and we wouldn’t have had it any other way.
Welcome to the world Asher Everett! There are so many things for you to see and so many things to do. And we will be with you every step of the way.