On April 22, 2011 at about 1:45am I woke up and felt like I had diarrhea pains. I went to the bathroom and only had to pee. I could not poop. So I went back to bed. I woke up a little later with the same pain. Same thing. I peed but could not poop. After the third time of this happening I thought, "Shit, I think I'm having contractions. People said it feels like bad period cramping or diarrhea cramps. I woke up and decided that I should probably pay attention to these contractions since I was told to call my doctor if I had more than 4 contractions in an hour before 37 weeks. I was 36 weeks and 3 days. I waited till I had 6 and called the midwife at the hospital. She said that since I was so close to 37 weeks she wasn't going to consider it preterm labor. She also said once the contractions get about 2-3 minutes apart and I need the epidural to come on in. I called Matt, who was at work, and told him what was going on. He said that he wasn't going to leave work until they got a little closer together because they were so sporadic in the beginning. I agreed with him, especially since the pain was not bad at all, just uncomfortable. I had always heard women were in labor for hours and hours so I wasn't worried. I called my mom and told her what was going on. The contractions started getting painful enough that I had to stop talking and breathe through them. My mom started timing them. The were about 4 minutes apart. I told her that I should start packing my hospital bags since we had not done that yet. She kept calling and texting to make sure I was okay. I would say by now the time was 3am. My mom called and again began timing my contractions. There were 2-3 minutes apart lasting 30-50 seconds. She was getting really worried and told me that I really needed to call Matt and have him come home and to go to the hospital. I told her that I didn't think the contractions hurt that bad and I was still feeling okay, but I did call Matt and tell him he should come home now. They were getting closer and it was the safest bet. He got a call as I was on the phone with him. He said he would hurry and leave work. An hour and a half later at 5am he was on his way home. By this time the contractions weren't just period crapping feeling. They were going all the way around my back and tightening the muscles. I was having a hard time relaxing and breathing through them now. I put my heat pad in the microwave and went to get my exercise ball to sit on. Matt called and said the highway was starting to get busy and that I needed to drive to the HOV parking lot to meet him to make sure we had enough time to get on the highway and not be in rush hour traffic. At this point I was running around the house like a madwoman putting our hospital bags in the car and grabbing the car seat. I went to the bathroom before I left and saw that there was some bloody discharge in my undies and in the toilet. My bloody show!! SHIT!! I ran out to the car and drove to the parking lot. It took me about 15 minutes to get there. Being in labor and driving is NOT fun by the way!! I got to the lot at 5:50. Matt was trying to rush me out of the drivers seat but I was in the middle of a contraction and I could not move. I was finally able to get out and I walked around the car to the passenger seat. We drove to the hospital and I was really in pain now. The contractions were every 2 minutes and lasted a good solid minute or more. I was making all sorts of weird noises and breathing weird. Matt was trying to talk to me and calm me down. After I finished the contraction I remember saying,"When I am having a contractions, I need you to shut the hell up and just let me make noises and breathe! I need you NOT to talk!!!" I know he was trying to help but I didn't want to be touched or talked to. I was trying to focus and get through the pain. I honestly can say the contractions were tolerable for me until Matt started driving. I think I knew that I had to remain calm and get myself to that damn parking lot. Once I had nothing else to worry about, all I had was the pain to focus on....and I will not lie..IT WAS REALLY HURTING NOW!! We arrived at the valet at the hospital. The attendant ran inside and got me a wheel chair. Matt grabbed our bags and wheeled me up to the L & D floor and to the registration desk. There were 3 other girls standing at the counter registering looking at me like I was crazy. One was a scheduled c-section and the other 2 "thought:" they were in labor. I want to say, "Bitch, if you can stand there and smile and talk with the nurses, YOU ARE NOT IN LABOR!! Get out of my way" The put me in an observation room while Matt was checking me in. They were asking me my name, birth date, last menstrual period...etc. I was answering the questions, changing into my gown and trying to breathe thru the contractions. Finally the nurse said that the midwife was on her way in to check to see how dilated I was. She asked me if I was dilated at all yet and I told her that they hadn't checked me in the office yet. She walked out of the room to get the midwife. As soon as she walked out, I began getting a really, really bad contraction. I was so uncomfortable so I tried turning sideways. As soon as I moved. BAM!! An explosion of water!! I said "OMG Matt I think my water just broke!!" He pulled up the blanket and looked. "Ummm..yeah it definitely just broke" he said. He ran out into the hall to get the nurses. The midwife was putting her gloves on as she walked around the curtain. She asked me if I wanted to have natural child birth or get an epidural. I told her I definitely wanted the epidural. She then checked me and looked at the nurse with a worried look on her face. She turned to me and said "You are 8 cm dilated, you don't have time for one!" Of course I said, "WHAT?? Are you serious!? I need an epidural! I can't do this without pain meds!!" Matt's face looked worried. She turned to the nurse again and told her that we needed to get into a room right away. We had to go now. I knew by the look on her face that I was 10 cm and she could feel the baby's head. She just didn't want to say that and freak me out. The immediately grabbed my bed and started wheeling me down the hallway. Not 5 seconds later I started yelling. "I feel like I have to poop or push!!" They told me not to push but when you have that pressure down there, you can't help but push. It was the only response my body could do. I was pushing and I couldn't stop. We finally got into the delivery room and the midwife was putting on her robe and gloves telling me not to push and puff air out instead of push. I yelled "I can't!!!" I was pushing. I could not help it. They were all finally ready and told me to grab my legs. I physically was not able to grab them. I told Matt to grab my leg and the nurse grabbed the other one. The midwife said he was right there. Matt told me I was doing great and that he could see the baby's head. I thought they were kidding! They told me to do a big long push and I did. Matt said his head came half way out and them went back in a bit when I stopped pushing. The midwife told me to push really hard again and hold it. They all told me his head way now out. She told me to push slowly now while she rotated his shoulders. I pushed once more and he was born. They immediately threw him on my chest. I remember how blue he looked. I was really worried. He started crying after the rubbed him down a bit. They clamped his umbilical cord and Matt cut it. They then took the baby away to clean him up and suction him and do whatever else they do. I was still trying to breathe and get over the fact that I just had a baby. Holy crap I thought. I'm a mommy! They said he was doing great and was perfect. I then delivered the placenta. That felt reallllllly weird. I ended up with a first degree tear so the midwife said she was going to give me a few stitches. I remember her doing it but I had sensory overload from everything going on so I didn't really pay attention to her or how many stitches I got. After about an hour and many fundal rubs, I got cleaned up and we got ready to go upstairs to the post-partum room. I have to say, those damn fundal rubs hurt like a bitch!! I asked the midwife if I pooped at all. She said "just a little bit." I laughed and apologized. She said "Everybody does it. No need to apologize!"
The wheeled my upstairs and I finally got to really hold Brody. I just remember staring at him thinking, Matt and I made this baby. That is amazing! Of course I was so happy and relieved to finally be a mommy and not be pregnant anymore. I just was not one of those people who thought being pregnant was fun. It was uncomfortable and sometimes painful and of course gaining 30 pounds was not something I was in love with. I loved being able to feel him move around inside me and all those things but overall, it was not my cup of tea, but I'll do it again. It was totally worth it!! Overall, I really didn't think the whole experience was that bad. I would even possibly consider doing it natural again. I think I have a pretty high pain tolerance.
Anyways, once we got upstairs, I got a really good look at him. I can not believe still how tiny he is. He's very long and skinny. I absolutely love him!!
That's how it all happened! I'm so glad that we made it to the hospital just in time. I can't believe we pulled up to the hospital at 6:10am and I delivered him at 6:35am. We barely made it. THANK YOU JESUS for letting us make it in time for for giving me a beautiful baby boy!! He is our perfect little angel! We could not be happier!
On a really exciting side note: 2 days after delivery 4/24/11, I weighed myself and have already lost 14 pounds!!! I only have 15 pounds of fat to lose to get to my prepregnancy weight. That is some great motivation for me!!
6 pounds 9 ounces - 22 inches long - born at 6:35am - 36 weeks 3 days
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