Dax Konray Csutoras
It was around 2:00 am on the 7th of August, when my wife Annie tapped me on the arm and woke me up.
She whispered ‘my water broke’ very calmly, as this is our second child and we knew she was ready to go into labor at any moment.
I quietly got out of bed so as not to disturb our 3 year-old whom I was sleeping with that night and followed Annie as we began calling our Midwife and our Doula.
Close to 3:00 am our Doula arrived, and I was told to go back and try to get another hour of sleep, since we had no idea how long this whole process was going to last, given it was around 30 hours labor with our first son Chase.
At 4:30, we decided that it was time to go ahead and head out to the hospital. Annie wanted to grab a little food first, but we started moving bags and other important items towards the door and out to the car.
All of a sudden Annie got her first real strong contraction, which changed heading out in 10 minutes to the hospital into potentially having the baby right then and there.
In a frantic rush I grabbed our bags, the ones I had near me, and then grabbed Annie, who was really starting to get quite concerned, saying in a frantic voice ‘we have to go right NOW!’
The next 30 seconds was a rush to get in the car and just as we started pulling away from the house, Annie asks me ‘where is my cell phone’, which of course I had NO IDEA. Now at this point I really did not know if she was having the baby or just reacting to the pain of the contractions, but I was not about to go rooting around the house looking for a cell phone with her alone in the car possibly having our baby. So I said the hell with it and gassed it.
Without a phone, we had no way to call our Midwife, who was under the impression we where fine and leisurely coming in in about 30 minutes, and no way to communicate with the Doula, whom I had yelled to get her own car and follow.
So here we are driving 100 miles an hour down the highway with her screaming ‘go faster’ and ‘he’s coming’ with me hollering back ‘no he’s not’, followed by me running about 10 red lights (tickets surely coming in the mail) until we finally reached our hospital’s Maternity Ward, and of course it is not open during night hours.
With Annie in the car screaming, I fumbled with the call box in order to get the door open, so we can get her in the hospital to have this baby. Finally I get a response asking me if I need help, which I obviously yell back ‘YES!’ However, they are on the third floor and not expecting us, as we had no phone to call and let them know we were coming, so I am standing in the street between a closed door and Annie screaming that the baby is coming in the car.
At this point we are stuck in some crazy movie scene.
Finally they come out and go to check her out, with that ‘yeah yeah, sure your having a baby right now’ look on their faces. They probably get a lot of people show up like this who are just experiencing strong contractions. A second later after they check her, their faces become a lot more serious as the head nurse indicates that indeed the baby is coming right now.
So we immediately get her in a wheelchair, fly through the doors, and cram all these people in an elevator to the third floor.
Our Midwife, who was resting a few rooms down, was informed about the same time we got in the delivery room, that Annie was having the baby any minute, which had her scrambling for contacts and falling over furniture as she is trying to get to the delivery room.
She literally walks through the door and right into full on labor and 30 minutes later, Annie and myself both actually deliver our new son Dax (which was really cool and something we were not offered to do with our first son).
Dax Konray Csutoras, was born at 5:50 am on August 7th, 2012, weighing 7 pounds and 1 ounce.
The entire event from the time Annie went into labor until the time Dax was born had taken just less than an hour.
The Midwife told us had the baby been any smaller, we would have delivered in the car for sure.
I have to say I was really impressed with Annie, as she remained strong and in control from the moment her water broke all the way through the birth of our new son. She had no medication what so ever and never once gave up or faltered.
It has definitely left us with a story and memory we will never forget.
