Sunday night we were lounging on the couch watching TV. I got up to go to the restroom and felt a small trickle of liquid. I wasn’t having any contractions at the time so we didn’t think anything of it and went to bed. Later that night, well technically I guess it was early the next morning, I started having contractions. I monitored my contractions and noticed they were within 5 minutes of each other. Around 5 AM I decided to wake The Man up and that told him it was time to go to the hospital. My contractions were strong but not unbearable. We took our time gathering our things and putting the car seat in the car. We arrived to the hospital around 6:00 AM and got checked right in. The nurse hooked me up to the monitors and started asking me a series of questions regarding my pregnancy and health history. By that time my contractions had stopped and we were advised my water had not broken (I guess I just peed my pants). About an hour later they released me to go home. Once we got home I spent the day sleeping and relaxing while The Man finished up some honey do projects around the house. That night we had a couple of friends over for dinner and enjoyed our last evening not as parents.
Around 2:00 AM Tuesday morning my contractions started again but this time they were severely stronger. I was constantly running back and forth from my bedroom to the bath room. By 5:00 Am I decided there was no way I was making it into work, so I emailed my boss letting him know I would not be in. My contractions continued to get stronger and stronger. I took about 10 million baths to try to help relieve the pain. I am pretty sure I drained our hot water tank. At 11:40 my water broke. I felt a burst/popping feeling and then the uncontrollable liquid happened. I called The Man (who was at work) and told him that it was really time to go to the hospital and to hurry home because my water had broke. While the man was driving home from work I attempted to put myself together and gather our overnight bags. By that point my contractions were extremely strong and close together. I was in so much pain and trying to brace myself for the next contraction that I didn’t even time my contractions and how far apart they were, I just knew it was time.
The Man got home around noon, we loaded up the car and rushed to the hospital. The hospital is only about 20 minutes from our house, but it felt like the longest ride ever! We lucked out and found a parking spot close to the entrance of the hospital and made our way to the fourth floor. Walking through the hospital was a bit of a challenge, I had to take several breaks and brace myself on a chair, wall or anything close by. We finally made it to the laboring unit and we started the check in process all over again. We were in a holding room while they checked us in. Because we had answered all the check in questions the day before we didn’t have to go through them all over again which I was extremely thankful for.
Our goal was to have a natural delivery. When we were in our holding room one side of my hand and leg were feeling numb and my hand had cramped up. The nurse checking us in told me that if I was serious about having a natural delivery that I needed to slow my breathing WAY down. This was a BIG eye opener for me. I started to focus on what was happening and what my body needed to do vs. just living through the pain. The Man coached me and worked with me to slow my breathing down. He would tell me to slow my breathing down and then breathe with me. He would also tell me when the contractions were on their way to being over (he could read them on the monitoring machine). I love this and felt like there was light at the end of the tunnel. One ironic thing was that the nurse who worked with us on Monday was the same nurse who helped us on Tuesday. And, man I am glad it was her…. but more on that later. The nurse checked me and I was dilated to a 5. She moved us from the holding room to the delivery room. On our way to our delivery room I had to take a break due to a contraction. Our Nurse showed The Man a pressure point on my back to help relieve some of the pain during the contractions. That tidbit was a life saver and really made the contractions more bearable.
Once we were set up in the delivery room I walked around for a couple of hours. The Man was amazing in coaching me through the contractions and taking care of me with pushing on my lower back and grabbing puke bags while holding back my hair. Our Nurse was also amazing. They both would stand on one side of the bed and allow for me to squeeze the crap out of their hands during the contractions. They both helped in trying to take my mind off the pain and keep me motivated for a natural birth. The Man told me over and over “You can do this” and Tiffany would say something along the lines that if you can run a marathon you can do this.
I told Nurse Tiffany that I was feeling ready to start pushing and she notified the doctor. She checked me and by that point I was dilated to an 8. We endured through the contractions for a while longer. The contractions were so strong and close together, and some of them didn’t even allow for a break before going into the next one. It was at that point I really doubted if I could have our baby naturally. I asked if it was too late for the epidural and our Nurse said that it wasn’t. I remember looking at The Man and him saying to me “You can do this, give it five more minutes.” our Nurse checked me again and it was time to start pushing. By that point the doctor had come into the room and we were all ready for the delivery of our little guy. At about 4:30 Nurse Tiffany told me that her shift ended at 5:00 and that I was to have my baby by then but that if I didn’t she was going to become the mean coach. I joked back with her and told her that she couldn’t leave me and that I would not allow for it.
I was in a sitting position when I began to push, when we didn’t make any progress the doctor and nurse Tiffany suggested to lay me down. I was hesitant to this in fear of being on my back would hurt more during the contractions. I finally allowed for them to lower the bed. The Man and our Nurse grabbed one of my legs and helped hold them back while I pushed. The doctor and Nurse Tiffany would joke and say that its way cooler to say you had a natural delivery vs. running a marathon, and would ask me which one was better/harder a marathon or having a baby. Of course during the moment I said I’d rather run a marathon any day. That is soooooooooooo not the case, but at the time I didn’t know how much I would love, adore and cherish the little miracle that was about to be. It was about 5:15 and our little guys heart was dipping during contractions. I knew I needed to have this baby and soon. I had several more pushes giving them everything I had and at 5:27 PM our little man was delivered. We had done it, we had our little man naturally and I am so glad we did. I am forever thankful to The Man, our Nurse and Doctor for being so amazing and helping us achieve our goal of a natural delivery. I honestly believe that I could not have done it without those three amazing people.
Stay tuned for more about the rest of our stay, our little man and more.