My sweet baby boy. Oh, how I wanted a baby boy SO bad. I came from a family dominated by girls and my beautiful and sweet firstborn is a girl. I love her to the moon and back, but all my life I wanted a little mama’s boy and on August 30th, 2010 at 11:36 pm he entered this world in a way I would never have imagined.
My pregnancy was nothing out of the ordinary, other than suffering through a very long and hot Minnesota summer and also feeling extremely huge. (Full disclosure, I did gain 50 lbs and was, in fact, huge) By the 9th month, I was getting comments daily about my size. I had been watching my sugars because of a “borderline” gestational diabetes diagnosis, but otherwise had a very normal healthy pregnancy.
At my 34 week check-up, I was dilated to 1 cm. I was surprised and a bit nervous he’d be born a bit early, but my doctor assured me that this was nothing to be concerned about and that I should just be very aware of any contractions and to not over-exert myself. Sounded good to me!
At my 36 week check-up, I was dilated to 3 cm. WHAT! I seriously thought I was having this baby that day. A 3? Really?? The doctor again said not to worry, but to take it easy, a couple more weeks would be a good idea. NO PROBLEM!
At my 37 week check-up, nothing changed.
At my 38 week check-up, nothing changed.
At my 39 week check-up, my doctor tells me I’m at 3 and a half cm. Seriously? Three weeks I walked around dilated to 3 cm, every week my doctor teasing me that it could “happen any day!” and at 39 weeks I gain a half a cm. I’m HALF a cm from going into labor. UGH.
Now, I don’t know how you overdue mamas handled that because I was going bonkers at this point. My doctor offered to “strip my membranes” to try to get things moving along. Despite the discomfort of having this done, I was more than OK with it. He jokingly says, “Let’s do it, I’m on call tonight so If you want to meet up later we can have this baby!”
I love my doctor and saw him for EVERY prenatal appointment, but it was not a guarantee he would be the one to deliver my baby. You get whoever is on call, so now that I knew he would be there that night I was even more determined.
He stripped my membranes and sent me on my way. This was at around 10AM. My mom had driven up to watch my then 2-year-old daughter, while I went to my appointment. I called her right after, told her all the details, then asked if she minded staying with my sweet girl a little longer while I ran a few quick errands. Of course, she was fine with that.
So, I went to the nearest Target store and proceeded to speed walk laps around the interior of the store. I NEEDED to get things moving. It was insanely hot outside, so walking outdoors was out of the questions. I was a little crampy from having my membranes stripped, but I trucked on at full speed for almost 45 minutes. I’m sure people at the store had to have figured out what I was doing and to this day still makes me chuckle a little bit. (Don’t worry, I didn’t leave the store empty handed…wait…Is that even possible at Target?) I was DETERMINED to have my baby that night.
For most of that afternoon, I was kind of crampy and was having a lot of what I thought were Braxton Hicks contractions, nothing in a real regular pattern and nothing overly painful, but it was a bit more consistent than normal. I was getting pretty excited!
We had a normal evening, put my girl to bed around 7:30. Hubby was playing computer games and I sat down on the couch to watch TV. I was, at this point, having regular contractions. Nothing very painful and nothing that I could for sure say was actual labor. I didn’t even mention it to my hubby.
My daughter’s labor moved VERY slow, especially in the beginning and I didn’t want to get to the hospital too early this time, so I was just hanging out, doing lots of breathing.
My first pregnancy I went into labor and delivery fairly blind. We did the classes and what not, but nothing was how I thought it would be, which was scary even though she was a very uncomplicated birth. This time, I did a TON more research. I wanted to stay at home as long as possible, I wanted to hire the on-call doula at the hospital and try for a drug-free birth. I did not have a “Birth Plan” necessarily, but I knew what I was going to aim for.
I’d read the Hypno-Birthing book twice and had my soothing music all prepared. I wanted it to be as natural as possible, but still having that safety net of being at a hospital. Since this was my second baby, I was much more relaxed and calm about the whole thing.
About 9:45 that night the contractions became a bit more intense. I still felt good, nothing that I couldn’t talk through, but I felt it was probably time to get going. My husband, of course, was a bit surprised since I hadn’t mentioned anything yet, but he called his parents, who were our stand by babysitters for our daughter, while I called the hospital to let them know we were on our way…
I had about 30-40 minutes until my in-laws would be there, so I decided to take a shower so I’d be clean and refreshed. I still felt really good, so I didn’t really think anything of it. That was when it happened. 5 minutes into my shower I started having the most intense contractions. With my daughter, I had an epidural relatively early, so I never felt any truly intense contractions. Holy bananas, it is INTENSE. I really struggled to finish my shower and get dressed. By the time my in-laws arrived I was on my hands and knees on my living room floor rocking back and forth and breathing very loudly. I absolutely could not walk during a contraction so it took awhile to get to the car because they were right on top of each other.
I’m pretty sure my husband was a nervous wreck, not that I was paying any attention to him, but I do remember, on the car ride to the hospital, asking him if he was speeding. I could NOT open my eyes for anything, but I could just tell we were moving fast. He lied to me and said he wasn’t speeding. We still laugh about that. It was a 30 minute drive to the hospital, we got there in 20. So, by now it’s about 11PM and we arrive at the hospital. This part cracks me up SO much. Hubby decides he wants to bring in all our bags. My first birth was a slow moving one and he wanted to make sure we had things to do this time, so he packed the laptop and a whole bag of snacks and games, plus an overnight bag for each of us. He’s carrying all this stuff and I can barely walk. Literally, CAN NOT walk during a contraction.
There was a super sweet gal who was leaving the hospital right as we were arriving and saw what was happening. (I’m sure we looked hysterical) She runs inside and grabs a wheelchair for me. I’m so grateful to sit down until I realize the wheelchair doesn’t have a footrest! WHAT?! Am I supposed to use my non-existent abdominal muscles to hold my feet up all the way to the 4th floor? YUP! And somehow I managed to do it!
We finally get off the elevator on the 4th floor (I don’t think I opened my eyes once the whole way) and the first person I see is my doctor. I was SO happy he would be delivering my baby! I was very much in pain and could barely talk or do anything other than moan and breath deeply, but I managed a wave and a smile in his direction. He comes over to us and says, “What did your doctor do to you this morning?” I managed a little laugh. It was obvious to him I was in active labor so he had them take me straight to a room and bypass triage.
It took a long time to get to the room because they had me walk. This is what I remember. Walk 10 steps, stop for a 30-second contraction. Walk 10 steps, stop for a 30-second contraction. I did this the entire way to the room, it felt like FOREVER.
My nurse was a super sweet older lady and she helped me change into a hospital gown (Very slowly since I wouldn’t move or let anyone touch me during a contraction.) At this point it’s about 11:15 and she checks to see how far I’m dilated. I’m thinking in my head, it’s gotta be at least 6 cm. PLEASE give me at least 6.
She looks up at me and says, “Honey, you’re at 9 cm. You’re having this baby pretty quick!”
WHAT!!! No way, really? Holy crap. AAAH!
We were waiting for the doctor to come in and the nurse tries with all her might to get an IV started since it’s standard procedure. I don’t remember this, but apparently, every time she tried, a contraction would start and I’d rip my hand away. There wasn’t enough time between contractions for her to finish so she just gave up saying, “You probably won’t need it anyway.” Oh, this makes me laugh too. I didn’t need one, so I was thankful for that. She frantically started setting up the room for the delivery.
At this point, even being dilated to 9 cm, my water still hasn’t broken. So, the doctor comes in a few minutes later and says they’ll break my water and to expect this baby to be born in the next 45 minutes or so! I was still so surprised by how fast things were moving!
They broke my water and he asked me if I wanted anything for the pain, I thought I was so tough, by saying no. Until the doctor left. As soon as he walks out the door I start yelling for pain relief. Oh, how indecisive I can be.
It didn’t matter, though, because maybe a minute after they broke my water I felt the urge to push. I forgot about pain meds and was just completely focused on pushing. They called the doctor and he came back immediately.
I pushed for 5 minutes (Threw up once during this time) and my baby boy was born. 20 minutes after arriving in my hospital room. 8 lbs 13 oz 21 ¾” long, my sweet baby boy was here.
I never dreamed I’d actually have a drug free birth, even though it’s what I really wanted. I will say, though, that I was up and walking around much easier and faster than my experience with an epidural. I had a few stitches but was feeling completely fine other than being a bit sore. I never even needed an Advil I felt so great. It was almost euphoric, I’m sure hormones were surging, but I was alert and had energy. I was laughing and hearing everyone go on about how fun and fast the birth was.
My favorite part was, of course, meeting my sweet sweet boy and sharing our first of many snuggles. He truly is a mama’s boy.
I’m so happy I was able to share my birth story with you all. My boy just turned 6 years old and started kindergarten a few months ago, time moves at lightning speed with little ones. It was such a joy going back in time and reliving such an amazing and memorable day in my life.
I want to thank The Not So Hoity Toity Life for inviting me to share my birth story. It’s something that is a truly special thing that only women can feel and understand, and it’s an amazing gift to be able to hear so many different stories and learn from everyone’s unique experiences.
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