That Time I Almost Had A Baby In The Car

As I said in the post “Oh F*ck I Peed On The Floor,” both of my kid’s birthdays are within a several week time period. Since I told you about how much I enjoyed tolerated being pregnant with my daughter, I thought it only fair that I also tell you about being pregnant with my son.
By the time I got pregnant with my son, I had already had a baby, so I should have had this pregnancy thing down, am I right?

Why is pregnancy so different each time around? I mean like seriously, everything feels different. Because it was my second baby I looked pregnant almost right away, but because I was so busy chasing after a two year old I would constantly forget that I was pregnant until I looked down and saw my HUGE belly.

You guys, I was seriously huge. I’m not even exaggerating, I was huge. See the picture? There was only one baby in there, I swear. I’m not a very big person to begin with and I don’t have a very long torso, so that baby had nowhere to grow except for out, and out did he grow.

Doesn’t that freak you out a little? It totally freaks me out looking at it. It absolutely freaked me out living it.

I knew almost immediately that he was a boy. Again, I don’t know how I knew, I just did. The morning of my gender ultrasound I was terrified. Up until that point in my pregnancy my husband had repeatedly warned me that I had better not be having a boy and I was really worried about what would happen when he found out that I was indeed, having a boy.
When the ultrasound technician confirmed that he was a boy, my husband went ballistic. He didn’t want a son and he made it pretty clear to everyone in the near vicinity exactly how he felt about the situation. I vaguely remember overhearing the ultrasound tech telling him that if he was going to blame anyone, he should blame himself because it was his male sperm that had impregnated me, and then they told him that if he didn’t calm down they were going to call security.

I only vaguely overheard her because I was too busy looking at the ultrasound screen and my beautiful baby boy.

When the tech handed me some tissues I suddenly realized that I was crying. Tears were rolling down my face in response to a mixture of emotions. Here I was, looking at my amazing son, the life that I was growing, and I was already grieving the losses he would feel with a father that didn’t want him.
It was a somber ride home as I looked at my belly, a belly that held a life so wanted, and yet so unwanted at the same time.  It also then struck me that I had a penis inside of me and it would be staying there for the next several months, and that really freaked me out.
Yep, that’s my boy alright. Picking his nose in utero on 3D ultrasound. Fun times.
As far as my husband was concerned, my pregnancy was over. The baby was not wanted, the life was not important, and it need not be acknowledged.
Now up until this point in his parenting career, my husband’s efforts had sucked at best. When my daughter was born he barely lifted a finger. In fact, years later when he left for good I told a friend “I can’t do this alone. I can’t be a single mom,” and her response to me was “Honey, you have always been a single mom. The only thing that has changed is that the façade of having a husband is gone and you have gained the official title of being a single mom.”

Yet this was even worse than him not helping. This was an outright shunning of his own child. I don’t know why this surprised me, he had never thought of me as a human anyways, but this baby, this life, was a part of him, and he was throwing it away.
I managed through the rest of the pregnancy alone, so desperately wanting him to form any connection to the baby. “Feel him kick” I would ask him, trying to bring his hand to my belly as he would pull away and refuse. “Talk to him, he can hear you” I would say, near pleading that he acknowledge the existence of his son. Nothing. Ever.
As I neared my due date, the plan was that I was going to be induced a week before my son was due. Because of the speed in which my daughter arrived and the forty five minute drive from my house to the hospital,  the doctor thought it would be best if I were induced to avoid having a baby in the car. I don’t really believe in Western medicine and after the fiasco that was my first birth, I would have much preferred a birth with less medical intervention, but at that point I felt so completely unsupported in my pregnancy that I just wanted to be somewhere safe.
But all those plans went out the window when at 33 weeks pregnant I went into labor. I thought it might be happening, but my husband refused to acknowledge it. I wanted to go to the hospital but he kept making excuses as to why we shouldn’t go right then. Writhing on the bed in pain and trying to convince myself that maybe I was having some kind of gallbladder attack, I finally realized what was actually happening and that my husband really was not going to take me to the hospital, but it was too late, I couldn’t even drive myself by then. I attempted to call 911 but he ripped the phone out of my hands and gruffed “Fine, get your ass to the car.” We had to drive across town to drop my daughter off before heading to the hospital and I didn’t think we were going to make it. I was in so much pain that I was kneeling in the front passenger seat of the car, backwards, my arms wrapped around the seat, and begging him to run the red lights. I could barely breathe and I literally had to choke down a scream with every bump that we hit.
So what does my loving selfish husband do while I, his wife, am writhing in pain, kneeling backwards in the front seat of the car, in preterm labor? A wife who delivered his daughter with an ENTIRE labor and delivery lasting only 19 minutes and was currently in very active labor, what does that man do?

He pulled into a Walgreens parking lot to get himself a drink. “Well if I’m going to have to sit there, I at least want a drink.”

Here I am, having a premature baby in the freaking car, begging him to run the red lights so that we can get there faster, and he stops for a drink? The man is lucky he is still alive.
The original birth plan was to drop my daughter off with my parents before going to the hospital, but as things seemed to be moving quickly, I told him to forget dropping my daughter off, we needed to go to the hospital RIGHT now, and I literally started fighting him for the steering wheel. I think he knew that I was on the verge of actually shoving his sorry ass out of the car and running over his body, because he changed his course and to the hospital we went. When we got there, he dropped me off.
You guys, he dropped me off.

I can’t walk, I can barely breathe at his point, and the man drops me off, and not even at the front door! He doesn’t want to “have to pull all the way in.” I’m left standing there and I can’t even stand up straight.

Someone must have noticed me because out runs an orderly with a wheelchair and up to labor and delivery we go.

My husband then dropped my daughter off at my parents house and guess where he went next?

To the hospital, you might like to believe? Nope!


He went home after calling me and telling me that he didn’t care if he missed the birth, he didn’t want a son.

The doctor checks me and I’m 4 centimeters dilated, fully effaced, completely engaged, and entering that short transition period between active labor and when you start pushing. They were giving me medications to stop the labor, telling me that the medications weren’t working, and preparing me for the fact that a preterm baby automatically goes to the NICU no matter what shape he is in.
After I got settled in and was able to absorb the fact that I had not had the baby in the car, but my baby was coming early, I was able to relax about as much as you can while giving birth, and then… labor stopped.

It just stopped.

And since my water hadn’t broken, they sent me home!

Six weeks later and not long after arriving at the hospital, my son was born drug free, and without the lunatic screaming that occurred the first time around. My husband once again nearly missed the birth after dropped me off at the delivery ward and the baby came quickly, but miraculously my mother and my husband showed up just in time to see his birth.

My son though, well he was not going to allow his sister to be the only one to make a dramatic entrance, oh no, he needed to have a little drama of his own as well.

Because it was still a relatively quick birth, my water didn’t even have time to break. At 1:21 pm my son was born in the water bag, which just happened to EXPLODE all over my husband. Explode as if a fire hydrant had momentarily gone off in his direction. I mean the man was absolutely COVERED in amniotic fluid. It. Was. Awesome. The doctor said in all her years she had never seen anything like it, that she couldn’t even believe what had just happened. The nurses are all agasp, I was laughing my ass off, and he was positively running around the room screaming and asking the staff if it was going to “stain his favorite shirt” while wiping it off of his face.
Well played son, well played.

As soon as he was born my husband told me the baby looked “retarded” and went home. What little I saw of him over the next few days were when he would show up at the hospital and fall asleep in a chair. When he brought me home from the hospital, he dropped me and the two kids off on the driveway and off he went. He didn’t even come in the house or help me carry anything, or anyone, in.
My daughter was named after the location of my first mission’s trip, so I thought it only fitting that my son have a meaningful name as well. Since I know what it is like to grow up feeling unwanted and I knew my husband’s feelings toward my son, I wanted him to carry around a constant reminder of how special he is, and so I chose a name with a meaning that reflects that.

This month my son will turn three. I look at his face and I am awestruck at how much I love him. I wasn’t sure how I would parent a boy, seeing as how I’m not one and I really don’t have any great examples of what a man should act like, but together we are figuring it out.

I look at my son now and I can’t believe anyone would want to throw him away like his dad did. When he wraps his little arms around my neck and proclaims “Mommy I wuv (love) you MOST” I can feel his little heart intertwining with mine, and as he grows, my heart grows with him. When everything he encounters has the possibility to become a tool that he can ‘fix” something for mommy with, I find myself falling more and more in love with the male gender. When I sneak into his room at night, climb into his crib, and wrap my arms around the tiny being that is him, I know that come hell or high water I will spend my life protecting this child. I know that he was meant to be my son. I look at this little man of my dreams and I know that I was made to love him.

Happy third birthday son, you are more wanted than you will ever know.

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  • Evelyn/Aurora
    June 4, 2014 at 3:57 am

    awwww i've looked forward to both your posts, the one about your daughter and this one. I would like to say shame shame on your ex husband, ex boyfriend whatever you would like to call him.

    • NotMyShametoBear
      June 4, 2014 at 2:57 pm

      Ex husband, thanks for reading hun!

  • Nicole P.
    June 4, 2014 at 2:47 pm

    Did he ever give a reason as to his aversion to having a son? Or is it just part of his general batshit craziness?

  • Anonymous
    June 4, 2014 at 3:46 pm

    Your son is adorable. Your kids are very blessed to have a mom that loves them so much. Also, I loved that the water bag exploded all over his “dad”.

    • NotMyShametoBear
      June 4, 2014 at 2:57 pm

      Aw thanks 🙂

      Haha, yes, that boy knew! Go baby!!

  • Emmaline
    June 4, 2014 at 5:47 pm

    You are so brave!! Your kids are very lucky to have you as a Mom. My dad is also pretty awful (although, admittedly, not nearly as bad as your ex), and having a strong, intelligent Mom was enough for me. It really was.

    • NotMyShametoBear
      June 4, 2014 at 2:58 pm

      Your mom is lucky that she has such an appreciative daughter 🙂

  • Nicole P.
    June 4, 2014 at 5:50 pm

    Also, that belly!! Wow!

    • NotMyShametoBear
      June 4, 2014 at 2:58 pm

      Oh my gosh I know right! The whole pregnancy I was like “Im hug, IM HUGE” and my awesome friends were like “nah, you look great.” Then I had the baby and they were all like “YOU WERE HUGE!! We couldnt even believe you could walk!! We were waiting for twins!”

  • Leslie
    June 4, 2014 at 9:09 pm

    Maybe he was scared a boy would grow up and beat his ass for the insane things he did?

    • NotMyShametoBear
      June 4, 2014 at 2:57 pm

      I used to ask him all the time and never got an answer. I have a few twisted theory’s but nothing certain.

  • afairytale84
    June 4, 2014 at 10:19 pm

    You made a couple of really cute babies. And what a fantastic entrance he made into the world. Way to go, kid! 🙂

    • NotMyShametoBear
      June 4, 2014 at 2:58 pm

      Thanks 🙂

      Yay smart baby!

  • Baskingshark
    June 5, 2014 at 4:50 am

    Your husband is such a miserable fucking failure as (1) a human being and (2) a man, you should be absolutely thrilled that he didn't want to parent your son because if he had done, god know how the kid would have turned out!

    • NotMyShametoBear
      June 6, 2014 at 2:58 pm

      Agreed lol!! I can’t imagine how he would have ruined my kids 🙁 I often wonder if he has any more by now….

  • Mary Anne
    June 5, 2014 at 2:07 pm

    Being born “en caul” such as your son was, is very rare and the baby is considered blessed. If you haven't already you should research it. There are many legends surroundind “caulbearers”. My youngest granddaughter was born en caul, with her entire amniotic sac being delivered before she was eventually freed. She is most definitely a very special child!

    • NotMyShametoBear
      June 6, 2014 at 2:58 pm

      That is so neat!!! See, his daddy had no idea how special he really is 🙂

      Thanks for sharing that with me!

  • Anonymous
    June 6, 2014 at 1:01 pm

    He is beautiful!!

    • NotMyShametoBear
      June 6, 2014 at 2:58 pm

      Thank you 🙂

  • Anonymous
    June 14, 2014 at 6:05 pm

    OK, first off, I don't even know what adjective to use to describe what kind of person I think your ex-husband is. I think the word I'm most inclined to use is, garbage. I'm happy that you are no longer living with him.Now that I got that off my chest, the size of your belly, reminds me of when my Mom was pregnant with my Brother. You and Her have the same physique, and she was so huge, she had to start her mat leave early, because she could hardly get around anymore!Happy belated 3rd birthday sweet one!So, I've come across this blog. I'm loving the Mother's on the Internet, sharing their experiences. I wanted to share something I read with you, because I find it a bit fitting, seeing you're a bit concerned about your son not having a male figure around to teach him. You see, a dad is okay to have around, but I firmly believe it is the Mom that teaches her children…EVERYTHING!I hope you enjoy her blog :)

    • NotMyShametoBear
      June 14, 2014 at 2:59 pm

      I’m definitely going to check out that blog, thanks for sharing!

      I know, seriously, can you believe the size of my belly? I literally could almost not even sit down anymore because he would worm his way up under my lungs and I couldn’t breathe. I would have to like completely recline and give the kid some space. Unbelievable!

      I sure hope the mother teaches them everything, because that is all they’ve got lol!

  • Anonymous
    June 15, 2014 at 3:04 am

    Ha, of course mother teaches everything – well a good mother that is – and that is what you are. Actually, you are an awesome mother…he'll do great! 🙂

    • NotMyShametoBear
      June 16, 2014 at 2:59 pm

      aw thanks 🙂 Time will tell lol!

  • Anonymous
    June 22, 2014 at 3:52 am

    Aww 🙁 wishing for the best!

  • Anonymous
    June 22, 2014 at 3:57 am

    breaks my heart <3


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