At around 9 a.m. on May 27 I started having contractions that felt different than the contractions I’d been having for the better part of a week. Even though they felt different, they weren’t all that painful and they weren’t regular nor did they last for longer than 45 seconds or so. I took the children to school like I do every morning and made The Boy go to work because I figured this was just another false alarm and after several trips to labour and delivery (including the trip due to my car accident), I had made up my mind that I wasn’t going back until my water broke or my induction scheduled for May 31st.
I ran errands that morning and continued having contractions but by around 1 p.m. they hadn’t gotten longer or stronger so I chalked it up to being false labour. Even still, The Boy decided to leave work early just in case. At around 3, the contractions seemed to intensify a little and had gotten to be a little more regular, still only 6-8 minutes apart though but on a scale of 0-10, they were still only a 5/5.5 so I figured there was still plenty of time to wait if this was the real deal. I attempted to take a nap but I just couldn’t get comfortable. At around 4 I decided to take a bath and even though the contractions were still 6-8 minutes apart, the bath took the intensity down to between a 3-4. After being in the bath for about an hour I figured it was time to get out so that we could start getting things together because something felt very different and I figured with it being rush hour on a Friday that it would take a while to get to the hospital.
After dropping the children off with a friend, we got to labour and delivery at around 6:30. The contractions were definitely stronger (consistently being between a 6-7) and were a little closer together, coming every 4-6 minutes. It wasn’t anything I couldn’t handle, but I figured it was worth it to go ahead and get checked, if only to see if I had made any progress from Wednesday morning, when during my routine weekly OBGYN appointment my doctor found that I was still around 3-3.5 cm dilated but not effaced at all. It took a little while to get checked in so it wasn’t until around 7 p.m. that I was finally assigned a bed and a nurse in labour and delivery. She told me that she was going to check me but her checking only lasted a few seconds (which was a marked difference than all of the other times that it took upwards of 20 seconds of intense agony). She was silent and immediately grabbed the phone out of her pocket. By her behaviour, I was heartbroken. I told her that if I wasn’t dilated more than 3.5 cm that I didn’t want to know anything and she didn’t respond other than to hush me nicely. I asked her who she was calling and she sort of winked at me and said, “Hold on. You’ll see.” I laid there for a second or two, completely puzzled until the person on the other end of the line picked up and the nurse started talking.
“I’ve got a patient in Bed 8 who is 7 centimeters dilated and completely effaced. I need the doctor paged because she needs to be admitted immediately.”
I started crying tears of joy because that was the absolute LAST thing I had imagined her saying.
It didn’t take long to be admitted and by the time I was settled, with an IV in place, I was already 8 centimeters. I had been adamant about not getting an epidural throughout the entire pregnancy and when it was offered to me again after admission I refused. The contractions were considerably stronger (between an 8-9) but weren’t lasting for any longer than a minute to a minute and a half so I tried to remain as focused as possible on staying relaxed and breathing. My water still hadn’t broken so I was free to get up and move around as much as I wanted to ease the contractions. They did give me a couple of injections of Nubain through my IV every hour or so to take the edge off of the contractions but after the 3rd injection at around 10:30 p.m. it was like they were pushing saline instead of any kind of narcotic pain relief and the contractions were painful enough that I started losing focus and was no longer able to stay relaxed. At close to 11 p.m. my water still hadn’t broken but it felt like I needed to push. My wonderful nurse checked me and I was finally at 10 centimeters so she guided me through pushing gently a little to see if it helped take the edge off of the contractions and it did a little but by that point the contractions were coming every minute or so and exhaustion was beginning to set in. Our nurse explained that she could have the doctor come in to break my water and that it would definitely speed things up but it would make the contractions a lot more painful. I thought about it for about 10 minutes and finally decided to go ahead and have that done. At 11:21 the doctor broke my water. During the next contraction my nurse had me push and immediately I could feel the baby coming out. I started to panic a little telling her what I was feeling and that I needed to push. She quickly checked me and told me that I needed to wait just a second so she could call the doctor back in because the baby was about an inch from making her entrance.
The doctor appeared almost immediately and I gave one strong push which brought the baby almost to crowning. Then, a flurry of activity began because the doctor was trying to suit up as fast as she could because the baby was coming right then. They kept telling me to wait but my body took over and I couldn’t hold her back any longer. After only 4 or 5 solid pushes, our daughter, Baby C was born on May 27, 2011, at 11:33 p.m. She weighed 7 pounds 9 ounces and was 19 inches long. Because it was only 12 minutes from the time the doctor broke my water until she was born, she has an absolutely perfectly shaped head which showcases her mess of dark brown hair beautifully.
Our birth experience was perfect in so many ways and went better than I could have ever anticipated.
