My husband Stephen and I planned a BBQ for family and friends for Easter Sunday, March 27th, 2016, but the night before Easter I fell into active labor. Being as sweet as he is, my husband offered to take me to the hospital, but me, being as stubborn as I am, said “absolutely not.” We had a BBQ planned and we’d bought so much food! I had made decorative desserts like Rice Krispies treat eggs and bunny cupcakes, and Weslie wanted to have a lemonade stand; so the BBQ must go on!
The next day I was experiencing heavy contractions as our guests started to arrive. Minute-long contractions every 3-5 minutes! I was using my breathing techniques and squeezing the heck out of my husband’s legs, doing my best to stay calm while hosting our guests and allowing friends and family to laugh and share stories. Secretly I didn’t hear any of the conversations as I was REALLY going through it. Finally, the food was ready to eat, and we did just that. We ate, and then I stood up from the table (as much as I could. I was really just hunched over using the table to support my weight and help me through my contraction). I announced I needed to leave for the hospital, but I insisted that our guests should please stay and finish all the food they would like.
My adorable husband got our car packed (he double-checked, then triple-checked, then checked again…well, you get the idea) with the hospital bag and every extra “just in case item” we could think of. The car ride was silent. My husband was just trying to pace himself and I couldn’t stop smiling and looking at his gorgeous face. Looking at my husband keeps me calm and makes me feel safe.
As we arrived at the hospital the doctors checked to see how far into labor I was. As it turned out, I was dilated to a 5, but my baby was still sitting really high in my belly. The doctor said we needed our baby to be lower down for my water to break. I told my doctor “Our baby is very moved by music.” I looked to Stephen and said “Play JUNGLE BOOGIE” (Kool and the Gang). I hope you know that jam: “GET DOWN GET DOWN da da dadada” – and as we were singing and dancing to the song I could feel my baby moving down! He was really listening to the music and doing his work.
In the meantime we got my epidural. Stephen played some encouraging music; obviously Kendrick Lamar was our choice. This was the part I was the most nervous about, because when I had my daughter Weslie, the epidural needle got stuck in my back and it was really painful to have it removed. In fact, in my last labor the epidural was the only painful thing that happened. So my nerves were very high as they were putting the needle in, but Stephen held my hand and kept whispering in my ear that I was strong and I could do this. He kept his eyes locked with mine while Kendrick yelled in the background.
After the epidural my water broke and I was almost instantly dilated to an 8, so we prepped everyone for what would be a very special moment. I gave Weslie a kiss on the forehead and she reminded me that I could do it. “You did it with me so you can do it again” she said. My mother and I locked eyes and she gave me courage from just looking at me. My mother has been there for me for everything. She is my hero and I love her so much. I was so grateful my mother could be there to support and help bring this new life into the world. And Connie, Stephen’s mother – this will be her first grand-baby. Her love was stretching out from her so far, her smile filled the room. My husband has given me strength from the beginning. We have learned so much together, and this was our moment to share in something monumental. Stephen held my hand and gave me the support I needed to bring in our baby boy Maddox.
Now it was the moment to start pushing, so of course we thought it appropriate to play the song “Push It” by Salt-N-Pepa. In case you couldn’t tell, I told my husband the most important things for us during this labor were 1st – health, and 2nd – a KILLER playlist of music. All the nurses and our doctor were singing along with us and we were all so cheerful. I pushed a couple of times, and at one moment I noticed my husband rolling up his sleeves on his shirt, which sent me into straight laughter. I couldn’t help but call him out on it, and everyone in the room started laughing as a group. We shared a couple of other jokes back and forth, which kept me laughing uncontrollably. With every laugh, my whole body would rumble and my baby would push out a little more. I heard my doctor yell “Keep laughing” because every time I laughed, Maddox was moving out. We took one last push (a total of 5 pushes) and we welcomed our beautiful MADDOX LAUREL BOSS into the world full of laughter, song and dance. We couldn’t have asked for a more perfect labor for our baby boy!
We are so grateful to UCLA hospital, our doctor, our family and friends that came out to support, and all of you at home! Thank You So Much! This pregnancy experience has truly been magical. A special moment we will remember forever.
– Allison Holker Boss