- 6 years ago
- Wedding: April 2007
“Now this is the story all about how
My life got flipped, turned upside down
And I’d like to take a minute just sit down will ya
I’ll tell you how I became the mom of a girl called Celia!”
Our little lady is 5 weeks today and I finally found time to get her birth story out of my head and on ‘paper’. As I write down these feelings of anxiousness and excitement it seems like it all happened eons ago. I can’t remember life without her. It could probably be MUCH shorter… but I like to talk 🙂 So we’ll start before her actually birthday….
My mommy intuition had one thing right and one thing wrong. Somehow I got it in my thick head that she’d be arriving early. Maybe because we were planning a 7hr road trip 2 weeks before her due date… maybe because it seemed everyone else’s babies were coming 3 weeks early… maybe because I knew she’d be above average in size and just *hoped* she’d come early!! Though my due date was 7/22 I’m a huge number gal and had all these other ‘perfect’ birthday’s in mind. 7/13 – my lucky number, 7/18 – the anniversary of my mother in law’s passing, since if it was a girl we were using her name, 7/23 – my dad’s (also no longer with us) lucky number. Starting on 7/9 (-13EDD) I was on the ball with the old wive’s tales. Evening primrose oil – check, Spicy foods – check, Sex – check, Eggplant parmesan – check, Pineapple – check, Red Raspberry Leaf Tea – check, Walking walking walking – check, Nipple stimulation – check. This baby was NOT playing along.
7/12: (-10 EDD) Doc appt. 3cm dilated. Barely effaced. I requested my membranes be stripped.
7/13: Friday the 13th! No Baby 🙁
7/14: Lost my mucus plug. I could feel lots of pressure ‘down low’ and was sure things were progressing. I went to bed every night REALLY expecting it to be the night. To make things more complicated I had invited my mom to the birth… and she was ‘on call’ 4 hours away. We talked daily about everything that COULD be a sign. Worried I’d be calling her at 2am to ‘hit the road’ but also knowing it could be weeks. On Sat evening we decided she should just come so we could stop having these conversations and she’d just hang out until baby came. She got into town around midnight!
NOTE: I continued to have a pretty decent ‘discharge’ after losing my plug… but apparently this didn’t mean too much. I also continued to have shooting pains down my legs and just general discomfort and feelings that the baby was getting lower and lower.
7/18: (-4 EDD) Doc appt. Still 3cm dilated. 50% effaced. Had my membranes stripped AGAIN.
7/20: Last day of work! I was REALLY starting to get miserable physically at this point. BUT not working removed most of my anxiety because I wasn’t having to prepare nightly for the ‘what if’. Overall I was much happier and able to enjoy the next couple of days prior to delivery!
7/22: Due Date – No Baby. Mommy intuition was wrong! (*photo*)
7/23: (+1 EDD) Doc appt. STILL 3cm dilated. 80% effaced. You got it. Membranes stripped AGAIN! I was sad to still only be 3 cm dilated… but knew the change in effacement was progress.
7/24: I reached a whole new level of discomfort on Tuesday. In addition to the normal ‘pains’ my upper back was on fire with rib pain. This had happened on and off throughout the pregnancy but on days like Tuesday it was almost bad enough to make me cry. I scheduled an afternoon appt with my chiropractor in hopes of finding some relief. Before bed I was was just *praying* I woke up without the rib pain or I was not going to survive another day!
I hit send on an email at 9:33 pm and headed up to bed. My hubby was watching something on his laptop and I read for about an hour. My lower back was now hurting as well and I got up to use the bathroom one last time before going to bed. While sitting on the toilet I realized how bad my back was hurting (Couldn’t even sit there long enough to accomplish going to the bathroom! *this will come into play later*) and I asked my husband to run a bath for me. Once in the bath I realized the pain was ‘moving’ and called to the hubby “I think I’m having contractions” to which he responded “Duh – I’ve been listening to your breathing for the last hour – I’ve done this before.” 🙂 I decided to give our doula a heads up.
10:53 pm: Text to my doula “I think the show may be starting. My lower back is hurting pretty bad. I am having (I think) contractions – we’ll start timing them. Def not pleasant 🙂 The pain starts at the small of my back and wraps around to my front. Nothing crazy – but they do hurt :)”
I started timing them with the ‘Full Term’ app and they were 1 minute long and 2:30 minutes apart. WOW! The hubby wanted to leave right then but I convinced him to let me stay in the tub awhile just to make sure things kept going. Our doula’s advice was to re-evaluate in an hour. I set the hubby to work finishing off the hospital bag according to the list and packing snacks. I also asked him to wake my mom up at 11:30 just in case she needed to do anything before we headed to the hospital.
12:00 am: By midnight the contractions were holding steady at 1 min long 2:30 minutes apart… but they were also becoming more painful and I was ready for the 30+ minute drive to the hospital. I CAN NOT sit when I’m having contractions so we had the middle seat of the van folded down and I kneeled on the bobby pillow and rested my head on the back seat for the ride. We left the house at 12:15 am and arrived at 12:40 am. I was trying not to focus on where we were on the drive and kept my head down. Even so I could feel some turns and picked my head up at one point on the highway and laughed at how fast the 18 wheeler disappeared behind us. To keep my sanity during the drive I just focused on counting the contractions… about 8 of them. Some worse than others. Later at the hospital he told me “your Mom’s van goes 100 mph :)”.
12:40 am: Our doula was there waiting for us!! I had to go in a triage room first to be checked. 4-5 centimeters and fully effaced. Again – I was hoping to be further along… but oh well. Off to a birthing room and the bathtub again!
1:00 am: I leaned over the edge of the bed contrating for a couple minutes (remember no sitting!) (*photo*) while they monitored the baby, took my blood pressure, put in a hep-lock, drew some bloods for labs, and put on my hospital bracelets. I was back in the tub by 1am. According to my mom’s notes “CT’s getting more intense, moaning a wee bit louder”. That makes me laugh!
Yes they were definitely getting more intense. I pretty much spent the whole time in the bath in a mental battle between ‘I can do this’ and ‘Maybe I just don’t want to’. I told myself if I could hold out to 2am and get checked again I’d make a decision if I wanted to get the epidural. This was an internal conversation! (I also spent this time thinking about why I DIDN’T want the epidural.)
1:20 am: By now the contractions were too much and I needed some counter pressure I couldn’t get in the tub. I moved from the tub to the bed and was set up on all fours. My upper half was leaning over about 4 pillows! My wonderful amazing awesome doula applied counter pressure to my hips during every contraction which helped make them bearable. My hubby tried to help for a couple but he just didn’t have the same angle she had.
1:35 am: Mom’s notes: “Moaning louder & longer”
1:50 am: Mom’s notes: “You actually said ‘I don’t know if I have it in me”‘. I think this is when I requested they check me. Screw waiting til 2am 🙂 8 centimeters and they could feel the head. This is what I need to hear! I COULD do this!
Part of why this labor was uncomfortable for me was because I had REALLY needed to take a crap before it even started.. and at this point I have to pee AND poop – both of which I’m a little worried will happen on my doula. You don’t really want these thoughts in the back of your head while you are trying to relax through labor. I could never really relax and embrace it. Oh well. By 2am I was feeling the pressure to want to push… but I also really didn’t want to push because I was fighting to not poop. Ahhh.
Sidenote: My practice had a brand new doctor (just finished residency brand new) and this was his first night on call! I had heard lots of good things about him but hadn’t met him. Later my husband will refer to him as ‘a looker’ 🙂
2:07 am: Dr arrives, checks me (while I’m on all 4’s, which he apparently hasn’t done very often, I forget his exact comment), and gives me permission to push. He also asked if I wanted my water broken. I went through a couple more contractions but my body was just not transitioning into pushing mode very easily. I think I was still fighting it. The whole bathroom thing. I requested a squat bar because this is what I used with my first labor.
2:14 pm: I flipped to my back so the Dr could break my water. Then they got the squat bar set up and I got in position. My husband tells me there was a massive poop (surprise). Awesome 🙂 I’m going to delete this part from my memory!
2:18 pm: I always say I want to feel the head and ‘see’ the baby as they are being born – but in the moment I am concerned with only one thing. PUSHING! I feel like pushing this baby was harder… but it was also much shorter than with my first. I remember seeing her beneath me on the bed (I pushed on all fours using the squat bar for tension/support) and seeing her girl parts. My brain was really slow in functioning though… I remember thinking… “Hmmm… those are… girl… GIRL PARTS!! It’s a girl!! I have a daughter!” at the same time I could here my husband making the same announcement behind me and could hear my mom crying 🙂 (This is where my mommy intuition was right!)
2:45 pm: There’s a note from my mom that says “Still stitching”. I think because the Dr was SO NEW he took extra care during the ‘fixing’ process and I am very thankful for that! Even if I felt lots of ‘pinches’ at the time and was ready for him to be done, I’m glad he took his time and I think this contributed to a super fast recovery for me!
Alta Cecilia “Celia” was born on July 25th, 2:18 am, 21.5 inches long, and 9 lbs 10.5 ounces.
The hardest part of my delivery was all the anxiety I created leading up to it! Once things started it was a breeze lasting only 3.5 hours!! (I do think getting adjusted the day before helped open up the birth canal and contributed to my speedy labor!) My words of wisdom are to do whatever you can to be patient as you wait for your body to do it’s thing. Try not to focus on your due date and counting down! Easier said than done.
Warren has been a super loving big brother. I mean he is 2 so he has his moments… and sometimes loves a little too hard… but he loves ‘his’ baby 🙂
Hard to believe we are now a family of four!!
(I’m not a writer so excuse any typos and changing of tenses and all that fancy stuff!)