Yesterday I gave birth to a baby boy on the sailboat that is my home. Seems like a good time to start a blog, right?
Let me back up…four years ago I married Jack, the love of my life and the only man that could ever keep up with me. Instead of the nice little French Colonial with a white picket fence, we opted to make our home on a 44-foot sailboat called the Kitty Hawk. Since then we have sailed thousands of miles along the coast of Central America, the United States, and The Bahamas. In early 2010 we were on our way to the South Pacific when I got seasick while we were crossing the Panama Canal. This seemed a bit odd since there weren’t any waves. Turns out there was a specific name for what I had – it’s called morning sickness! We turned the boat around, headed back to our nearest family and Marietta Grace was born in Honduras in October.
Then in March of 2011 we set sail north with five-month-old Marietta, stopping in Belize, Cancun, and Florida before heading up the east coast of the U.S. We ended up in Washington, DC just in time for the 4th of July and spent the summer visiting with my sister who lives nearby. Just before we started south for the winter, I felt a familiar twinge. It didn’t take me as long this time to realize it wasn’t seasickness.
We spent the fall making our way down the coast, eventually ending up in The Bahamas for the winter. Our trip south gave us the perfect opportunity to look for the right place to have the baby. After visiting friends at the Ashley Marina and meeting an awesome midwife who had previously delivered a baby on a boat much smaller than ours, we decided Charleston, SC was that place. We made it back there in late March and then the long wait began.
My daughter came about three weeks early so the midwife and I expected my little guy early as well, especially after he was already 6 pounds and in the right position on April 13, a full month before the official due date. But the three weeks early mark came and went and no baby. I began watching 24, the only TV show in existence that can hold my short attention span for more than five minutes. Then we passed the two weeks early point and still no baby. I tried to ration episodes of 24 so I would have something left to distract me during labor until my sister informed me that there were eight seasons. Then one week early passed me by and still. no. baby. Which is how I found myself on May 14, the official due date, still pregnant and feeling like I might just watch all eight seasons of 24 before he was ever born.
My sister decided the baby must have an iron will to be able to defy me so strongly at such a young age. Either that or he’s just very punctual, because he waited until May 14 to start making his way out. It wasn’t until 8:01 yesterday morning that Jack Benjamin officially made his appearance in the world. But that’s a story for another day. Give me a break, I was in labor only yesterday!