- 5 years ago
- Wedding: August 2012
I was due on September 22nd with my second child (and first son). Evidently I take an eternity to brew a baby as I went to 41 weeks without any signs of labor. I was extremely uncomfortable and still working full time as well as chasing a 17 month old at home. I was more than ready to get the show on the road and meet my little boy!
I woke up at 1am on Monday, September 29th and had to pee (just like every night of the entire third trimester!) I was having what I thought was a Braxton Hicks contraction, probably just from my full bladder. I get up and go to the bathroom where I realize that my contraction was quite intense.
Before I even got up off the toilet I had another one, and another one before I got back to the bed. I decided to go ahead and call my doula just in case things were finally happening. I was only having about 1-2 minutes between contractions but they weren’t very long in duration. The doula suggested I call the midwife at the hospital since this is my second baby and things might go quickly, but I was hesitant to sound all the alarms after 3 or 4 contractions.
I did call Mother-In-Law so she could come to our house and watch Dear Daughter since she had the farthest to drive (20-30 minutes) and then I called the midwife. I told everyone that it might be a while but this was just their heads up call and I would be in touch if things got more intense… luckily nobody listened to me at all and everyone got moving pretty quickly.
Darling Husband grabbed our bags to put in the car and came to check on my every few minutes to make sure I was ok. I needed to brush my teeth and I even remembered to put on my old ratty sweatpants and my dog-chewed slippers before leaving, just in case my water were to break before getting to the hospital.
By the time Mother-In-Law arrived at our house I was shivering during contractions, feeling nauseated, and moaning on all fours through my contractions. It was only 1:30am.
We left promptly since things were becoming so intense, but I was still feeling a bit silly saying I was in labor for sure since I had only even been awake half an hour. Off we went to the hospital and we got there around 2am. I threw up into the first trash can I could find, all the while holding onto DH’s arm so I could walk. He insisted we get a wheelchair but the thought of sitting down was unbearable. I could barely go more than a few steps between contractions though, as they were coming hard and fast and I didn’t have much of a break between at all. I agreed to the wheelchair but I stood up while on the elevators and at the check-in desk because I just could not sit at all.
The midwife was already there waiting for us, and she helped get us signed in. I was still in disbelief that things were really happening, but I knew at this point that I would be meeting my baby very soon!
We got to the labor room at 2:10. I wanted to use the jacuzzi tub for pain relief, but the midwife said there was no way that the tub would fill before the baby came. I saw the monitor strips on the bed and I asked if I could be monitored sitting on the labor ball or on all fours since I absolutely did not want to lay on my back at all. She said that since our monitors are wireless I could sit on the ball in the shower so I would still get some hydrotherapy, and I agreed that would be a good compromise.
I heard the shower turn on, and I remember laying on the bed long enough for a quick cervical check- I heard her say 8cm and I just couldn’t even process the information.
It still didn’t even feel real!
I got up immediately (laying on my back was SO painful) and I had another contraction that brought me to my knees, so I was kneeling down and leaning over the side of the bed. I heard the midwife tell the nurse that I wasn’t going to get into the shower either because I was about to have a baby. My doula came in right about then, at about 2:20/2:30. She ran in, got on her knees behind me to squeeze my hips, and Darling Husband was in front of me holding my hands and breathing with me through each contraction. The midwife got on her hands and knees beside me to at least get a quick fetal heart rate since monitoring was basically out of the question.
I started to grunt instead of moan through my contractions and my water broke. I was later told that it was green so there was meconium but it ended up not being an issue at all. My doula jumped up and told my husband that if he wanted to catch the baby they needed to switch positions.
I remember throwing up, I remember the midwife talking to Darling Husband about what he would be doing, and I remember my doula looking at me eye to eye and telling me that I was rocking this birth.
I began to push and I felt that all too familiar ‘Ring of Fire’. The midwife told me to stop pushing and to blow out instead. I thought she was a lunatic, since I felt like I couldn’t NOT push, but I tried as hard as I could to not push. Between the encouragement of my doula and the coaching of my midwife, I was able to crown slowly enough to avoid tearing.
I felt the head come out, and with one more push my baby was here!! Born into DH’s own hands. He came out screaming too, which was good since there was the meconium issue but he was perfectly ok. The nurse called out the time of birth: 2:39am. I had only even been awake for an hour and forty minutes.
The midwife handed my beautiful boy to me through my legs and helped me onto the bed so we could get skin to skin time while waiting for the cord to stop pulsating. ;She checked my bottom and was so happy to tell me that I didn’t have any trauma at all. I delivered the placenta and Darling Husband cut the cord. We spent the next hour or so just hanging out and bonding, getting to know our little man. When they brought the scale over to weigh and measure him, I was shocked to hear that he was 8lb10oz! Big boy! He was 19 inches long, and absolutely perfect.
So far recovery has been a breeze. I was only in the hospital for about 36 hours and I was up, walking around, and showered within a few hours after birth. I am almost three weeks post partum now and I feel great. Tired, of course, and my boobs aren’t really thrilled with breastfeeding, but overall I feel pretty good. I’ve been back to my normal activity level (not working out of course, but day to day tasks) and I’m feeling just like normal, except for the poochy belly.
- This topic was modified 5 years ago by DaneLady.