Birth Story Part 1

I started this on the 23rd of September (my due date, and 11 days after Connor was born). And yes, it’s been 7 weeks since Connor was born and I’m just now finishing. How do other new mommies get their birth stories posted THE DAY they deliver, or a few days after? Amazing.

Anyway, on to the birth story…

Remember my post about wanting to go into labor on my own and avoid induction (38wk update)? Well, I DID!!

My doctor appointment on Friday the 10th of September was not exactly what I had hoped. The doctor didn’t want the MA to strip my membranes because it could put me in labor over the weekend and they didn’t want to “inconvenience” the doctor on call. Blah. I was very bummed. But when the MA checked me she said it seemed as if I had already lost my plug (and she “helped me along” anyway). I was dilated to 2cm and 25% effaced. She said if I didn’t have the baby before Monday, come in and she’d try again. It may not do much to help (since the induction would be the following day) but we’d try anyway.

I went home and walked. And walked. And walked some more. I had contractions off and on all day, but nothing spectacular. And as badly as I wanted to have him, I really was hoping not to go into labor that night, knowing his birthday would be the 11th of September. I just wanted his birthday to be on a day not associated with anything else, especially something so tragic.

On Saturday the 11th I had only 1 bout of contractions when I laid down to nap. They lasted about 30 minutes and were pretty strong, but didn’t progress. That night I was chatting on twitter with my friend Nancy, and she mentioned that Connor was just waiting for the 11th to be over and he’d come. How right she was!

I woke up at 1am on the 12th with a very painful contraction. It lasted long enough that I had to breathe through it, but I figured it was nothing and fell right back asleep. 5 minutes later I woke up again with another one. I decided I’d lay awake and watch the clock to see what was going to happen, and sure enough, 5 minutes later I had another. For about an hour I laid in bed timing them, and they varied between 5 to 10 minutes apart, all lasting between 45 seconds to a minute or just over. I decided to get up and clean house a bit (in case this was really it, I wanted a clean house to come home to!), and got the kids’ things together for church. The contractions kept coming the same as before, but not really getting any stronger. I cleaned and organized until 4am when I decided to go back to bed. I was so tired, and I figured if this was really it, I’d wake up with stronger contractions. I passed out cold.

At 5:30 I woke up and immediately woke Gary up. “I think this is it”, I said. I told him I was going to take a quick shower and then we needed to go to the hospital. I went to the bathroom, and as soon as I stood up I had a contraction that doubled me over and I felt a TON of pressure. I freaked out. I’m thinking, “It’s been over 4 hours since I started having contractions. I’ve never gone into labor by myself. This is my 4th kid. I could be 9cm by now and end up having this kid at home! OH NO! I can’t have this kid at home!”, and on and on.

I grabbed my last few things and threw them in my hospital bag while yelling (yes, yelling) for Gary and telling him we had to go NOW! He’s nowhere to be found. I keep yelling for him and running around the house. Logan and Brooke come out of their rooms half asleep and wondering what in the heck mommy is doing yelling like a crazy lady. I tried to calm down and told them mommy was fine, mom and dad had to leave to go to the hospital to have baby Connor. And then I see the back door is open. I run over and poke my head out and see Gary… watering his garden! Seriously?!?! I’m in labor here and you are watering your garden?! I yelled at him and I think that’s when he realized I really was serious. Crazy man.

I called my mom (who thankfully lives in my neighborhood just 2 streets south of me) and told her it was time for her to come, as fast as she could. I waited outside by the van and called my dr to tell her we were on our way to the hospital. They called the on-call dr and she asked me a few questions. I told her I was feeling a lot of pressure and wasn’t sure how far along I was. She sounded a bit concerned when I told her I’d been having contractions for almost 5 hours and this was my 4th child. She told me she’d meet me at the hospital.

My mom got there and we left. Gary drove the speed limit on the freeway. I remember having another contraction (they were definitely close together and very regular now) and looking at the speedometer and saying, “Drive faster!”.
He says, “I don’t want to get a ticket. I’ll lose my CDL.”
“I don’t care if the officer has to follow us all the way to the hospital, I am NOT having this kid in the car, and I am NOT going to be walking into the hospital with a baby hanging between my legs. DRIVE FASTER!” Poor guy. I kinda feel sorry for him… Kinda.

Wouldn’t you know, as soon as we got there the contractions started to ease up. We checked in at the ER since it was still early morning and they took me up to L&D. There were no other patients so I got plenty of attention from the nurses. They hooked me up to all the monitors and such, and then checked to see how far dilated I was. 3cm and 25% effaced. WHAT?! No way with all that I had only progressed a cm. I was so embarrassed and frustrated! They called the dr and she told them she’d be there at 10am after going to the other hospital to check on her patients there. It was just after 6am. I hoped I wouldn’t still be in labor 4 hours later!
But I was… She got there around 9:30, took one look at me and said, “You look too good to be in labor. Are you sure you’re in labor?” When she checked me she realized I really was. DUH! She asked if I was planning on having an epidural, which I declined. Didn’t have one with my other 3 kids, didn’t need one now. After some discussion about how crazy I was (ha ha) she left to go back to the other hospital and said she’d be back. I had a new nurse by now (LOVED HER!) who told me that the dr said if I didn’t make enough progress in an hour they were to start pitocin. NO!!

An hour later I hadn’t progressed like the dr wanted, so they started pitocin. “Just a splash” the nurse said. A splash is all it took. Contractions got harder and closer together. And that’s when it got scary…

The rest of the story tomorrow! (And kudos to you if you’ve made it all the way through this post!)

Comments

  1. I can't believe your husband was out watering the garden! LOL Is that what having a wife who has given birth three times before does to a guy? πŸ™‚

    I can't wait to hear the rest of it!

  2. I am impressed 4 non-epidural births! I can't wait to hear the rest of the story πŸ™‚

  3. LOL!!! Gary is crazy… Your so strong mama!

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