Around 3:00 pm on Tuesday (the 5th) I started getting “real” contractions. I knew they were real because they made me do the zombie walk. You know, where you can’t stand quite straight up and your legs seem to drag a bit.
I had been so concerned that my mom wouldn’t be here and we would have to bother my new friend Heidi or one of my neighbors. But, everything worked out so perfectly with that. Mom got here at about 8:00pm. We thought for sure Shane and I would be heading out to the hospital in the middle of the night. But my contractions were all over the place. They would be consistent for about 30 minutes and then I wouldn’t have one for 20 minutes. It was really frustrating and confusing. It was a lot like my labor with Caleb actually.
So, I stayed up all night. But, around 4:00am, I was so tired that I was actually able to sleep in between my 10-12 minute contractions. I did this for about an hour and a half. I did get a little cat nap with one of those 20 minute contraction breaks.
So, at about 6:00am when everyone started waking up, I was feeling a little bit refreshed.
The contractions were getting really painful and I decided that when I had gone an hour with contractions that were less than 10 minutes apart, we would head to the hospital. They could always send us home.
This happened at about 9:30am. It was really weird actually. Everything seemed so calm because my contractions were not that close together and were only lasting about a minute. And things were pretty chaotic when we headed to the hospital with the other two.
I was even able to walk myself to the birthing center. But, I kept telling myself that I needed to have them check me because I was GBS positive and needed to give them time to administer the antibiotics. Plus, we headed to the hospital when I was 5-6 minutes apart with Ana, and she arrived just an hour and half later.
Thank goodness the nurses were great and didn’t give me a hard time for coming in when I wasn’t contracting that much. The nurse checked me and I was 6 centimeters and she said I got there just in time! Shane and I were so happy!!
And suddenly, my contractions jumped to 4-5 minutes apart. They were so painful and I was so tired from being up all night I was really thinking about doing an epidural. But the nurse suggested I take some painkiller, which I can’t remember the name of. It was supposed to just take the edge off, I would still be able to feel what’s going on. I thought this would be perfect, so I chose this option.
The effects were supposed to last an hour, and it worked wonderfully for the first three or so contractions. But, after that it didn’t do much.
About an hour later I was 9 centimeters, so I asked them to give me another dose of the painkiller and then my OB could break my water.
So, she broke my water and Oh. My. Goodness. It was the worst pain ever! Worse than pushing her out! And maybe this isn’t really the case, maybe it was the shock of not expecting it to hurt that much or because I suddenly had a contraction that lasted three minutes. I groaned and whimpered and cursed myself for not taking the epidural.
During the next contraction I gave a little push while they finished getting things set up. I don’t think they expected such a strong reaction from breaking my water. I was surprised at how good it felt to push. It really did relieve the pain quite a bit.
Then I pushed two more times and she was out!
Shane and I were pretty shocked at how quickly it happened. And when I recovered from the shock of it all, I just thanked God that it did happen so quickly. That it was over and I will likely never have to do that again. 🙂
Later that night, I heard a woman screaming with every contraction she had. I was talking to my nurse about how I felt so bad for her and wanted to tell her that it would be over soon and she’d have a perfect little baby. And that really, we were the luckiest of all in the hospital, because of all the people there enduring pain, we were the only ones that were going to get a wonderful prize for it.
The first thing the nurse said when she placed Charlotte on my chest was “Oh! She has dimples!” She really does! Caleb and Ana both have dimples too, but they’re hard to see. Charlotte is such a lucky girl and already has deep dimples! I’m looking forward to her getting more expressive and catching them on camera.
And she of course has a beautiful head of black hair. So cute! And it’s so soft and she smells so good! Ahhhh… I love babies 🙂