On Sunday, February 8th, I started having real contractions at around 6:30 pm. At that point, I was 40 weeks 2 days and had already been to the chiropractor to start encouraging her exit. At my OB appointment on the previous Friday, I was “soft” but not dilated. Thankfully, my OB is amazing and he didn’t want to even talk induction until my 41 week appointment. He said, “Chasing, this is just how you go.”
My contractions stayed fairly spaced at the 12+ minute mark for the rest of the evening and into the early morning. I tried to sleep through and in between the contractions, but that became more difficult by about 1 am. I basically rested in between contractions from 1-4 am. At this point, they were headed toward the 7-9 minute mark and I thought we were making progress. At 4 am, dh wanted us to get showered and the car cleared of snow. Unfortunately, my shower slowed everything way down.
I went back to 15-20 minute between contractions. Thankfully, I was able to sleep for a few hours on the couch at that point. The contractions stayed slow for the morning and I returned to the chiropractor for another adjustment. She thought I was close, which I was happy to hear, but somewhat skeptical.
After lunch, the contractions continued and started to pick up slightly. I spent a good portion of the afternoon watching Friends on Netfix while sitting on an exercise ball. Throughout, I had my intention list handy and was able to pray for those intentions with each contraction. At about 4, I needed dh to come upstairs with me and coach me through contractions. The contractions were approaching 7 minutes and Dh wanted us to eat something and head toward the hospital. We ate at 5 and my contractions sped up to 5 minutes and we needed to leave as soon as we finished eating. I texted my doula and she started heading for the hospital. Dh called my OB en route.
We got to the delivery room at 6:03. In the previous hour I had at least 15 contractions. I got changed, got into bed and they checked me just as my doula showed up. I was at 10 and everyone started into high gear. I had tested positive for step b and they got the iv into my hand, but there was no time to get the meds. The nursing staff certainly tried though.
At this point, my body was in charge and wanted to push. The nursing staff kept telling me to stop pushing, but I could not stop. My doula had me blow my lips like a horse, but that only lasted so long. The staff had to pull a doc in from the floor to catch Miss M. I real push and she was out. My doctor didn’t make it in time. He arrived after they did the cord blood donation and took care of my repair.
She was born at 6:20 pm at 6 lbs 15 oz and 20 inches long. She came out with a full head of hair and another tongue and lip tie :-(
My wonderful catholic OB stuck around for a while and chatted with us. M nursed the whole 2 hours in recovery. The hospital has really improved since the last time I delivered there. They did all M’s assessments while she was on me for skin to skin and were fine with waiting to weigh her.
It is funny how things change with subsequent deliveries. I had such a long birth plan with N and I pretty much just cut and pasted it again for D. For M, my birth plan consisted of the following:
• please leave the baby and me alone
• ask before conducting procedures or protocols
• immediate skin to skin
• in case of grave circumstance, allow father, doula, or physician to baptism the baby
We were very blessed to have our catholic doula and physician. We have so much to be thankful for.