When you have two children that come early (38 weeks, and 38 weeks and 2 days) it can be pretty discouraging when you make it to 38 weeks, and then 39 weeks with no sign of imminent labor.
And let me just pause here to say that I know I have no right to complain because there are plenty of women who make it 41 weeks, 42 weeks, or even longer… all I’m saying is that it just messes with you a little bit.
Finally, after several days of sporadic contractions, I woke up around 3:30 in the morning on February 3 (two days before my due date) to a VERY strong contraction, and as I was dozing off I felt another one coming on. I tried keeping track of them while laying in bed, but it’s just a testament to how exhausted I was after several nights of contractions waking me up, that I kept falling asleep. I finally came to the realization that I better get out of bed because I really had no clue how far apart these contractions were.
And that’s when I realized they were already 6 minutes apart. My doctor had told me she wanted me to come when they were 5 minutes apart for 30 minutes. I was trying to decide if I should wake Mike up yet or not when they suddenly went to 5 minutes apart, then 3-4 minutes apart, yikes! I quickly woke Mike up and after we gathered our things together, we got in the car for what would seem like the longest (and was definitely the most uncomfortable) car ride of my life so far.
During the drive my contractions leveled out to 5 minutes apart and we arrived to the hospital at 7:00 am. We checked in (which seemed to take way too long for a woman in intense labor who had pre-registered, but whatever) and they took me to a triage room. I told the nurse that I was already feeling a lot of pressure, so she said she would check me right away. I remember that I was in so much pain and I turned to Mike and said, “If I’m not at least 5 or 6 centimeters, I’m going to be really depressed.”
I will never forget how excited I was when the nurse said, “Well, how does an 8 sound?” That excitement was followed by a lot of nervousness though, as I knew at that point there was no way I’d receive my antibiotics for Group B Strep in time (I had tested positive).
They took me to a huge “delivery suite” for some reason, which was WAY bigger than what we’d seen in the hospital tour! I got settled in, they asked me if I wanted an epidural (no thanks!), and my doctor broke my water, telling me that she be back at 8:00 am and we’d have this baby.
Well, I guess that no one told my unborn daughter that, because when she came back I was just NOT feeling the urge to push. Lots of pressure, but when she would tell me to push I just felt really disconnected and couldn’t do it. It was such a strange feeling and not something that I had experienced with my other two births.
I remember that I kept apologizing for some strange reason, and of course they were telling me it was fine, that the baby was still posterior and sometimes that makes pushing a little harder or longer of a process.
Oh, great.
After about two hours I really wanted to get out of bed and try a different position because I was having a hard time relaxing between contractions (flashback to my first labor!!) and I still wasn’t feeling any type of urge to push. I got out of bed and stood by the side, and Mike started applying counter pressure to my hips during contractions. Finally, finally I started feeling the urge to push… so I started doing little pushes… while I was still standing up beside the bed…
Here’s the thing, the nurse had told me earlier to try little pushes during contractions to see if I started feeling that natural urge to push, and then to let her know. BUT… as anyone woman who has gone through labor will tell you, pushing just feels so good because you’re relieving all that pressure and eventually even little pushes start taking on a mind of their own and they turned into harder pushes… and it suddenly dawned on me that I was starting to feel the baby’s head crowning.
And I was still standing by the side of my bed, with no medical personnel in the room. Well, technically my husband is a doctor (DDS does stand for doctor of dental surgery after all)…
We quickly buzzed the nurse back in and somehow she and Mike were able to get me back on the bed. The doctor wasn’t even in the room yet and they kept telling me not to push and I told them that I wasn’t anymore! At this point the baby was just sort of coming out on her own a little bit with each contraction, which at this point were right on top of each other.
Our sweet princess (who had turned from posterior on her own at some point) came out before the doctor could make it in the room, my wonderful nurse technically delivered her, although she almost delivered herself. From start of regular contractions to the end, this labor was about 7 hours, 5 hours shorter than the last one! Once our little lady decided to come, there was no stopping her.
Since I hadn’t received the full round of antibiotics in time we had to stay an extra day in the hospital, but then we were both given the okay to go home, and I became a mother to three kids under the age of four.
21 Responses to february 3, 2014
I don't have kids yet, but I really enjoyed reading your birth story! These pictures are so cute! Especially the last one!! 🙂
She is so sweet! I love hearing birth stories, yours is a nice one. I wonder if you still get billed for the Dr. even though he did non of the heavy lifting 😉 You will do fine with three. I had 3 in 3.5 years, it was chaos but so worth the work. Mine are now 7,5, and 4 and are the best of friends! Congratulations on your little cutie!
You almost make me want to have another one…almost. She is a doll!!
Oh my gosh, she is beautiful! Birth stories are the best to read, especially when they turn out great like yours!
So sweet! The first paragraph made me laugh. Lily was my latest baby, born at 39 weeks, and it felt like my pregnancy lasted FOREVER. The wait is so worth it, though! XOXO
so sweet! Love your story honey!
This reminds me of my own birth stories. For our third, the doctor had stepped out and they rolled me over so I can be more dilated. Well, little kiddo decided he wanted to come at that moment. Your daughter is precious and we are both moms of three kids 4 and under..Yikes! BTW: is that your hubby well snuggled in bed in the hospital? LOL!
She is so precious oh my goodness. Congrats!
What an amazing birth story! I love reading these and just how unique and different each one is.What a little beauty you have there!!!
PS – I will never understand "pre-registering" because these days that means absolutely nothing!
Yes, we did get billed for the doctor, lol. We thought it was hilarious. 🙂
Yeah… she WAS a doll, now she's kind of like the tyrant of the household… but lots of fun. 😉
Haha, I know, I always feel so bad complaining about it. 🙂
Thanks so much Crystal. I know, this last time UC Davis didn't even do any pre-registering.
This was a flashback post so now I actually have four kids age 5 and under! I still can't believe it sometimes. 🙂 And yes, my poor 6'2" husband had a tiny window seat to sleep on.
I was so scared my first baby would come late (as they often do the first time around), but luckily he came at 39 weeks. Now I'm terrified of my next one taking forever. I'm not a very patient person. Haha. But such a cool birth story! And she is just gorgeous.
What an amazing story and SUCH beautiful pictures!
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