I went to the doctor on Friday and was dilated to a 4 and 80% effaced. During that visit she stripped my membranes to encourage further contractions that might begin labor. My doctor was on call on Saturday starting at 8:00 and so we decided that 10:00 would be the perfect time for baby to make an appearance. So, as all mommas do, I spent the rest of the day telling Boden that we could start labor around 8 and then he could be born around 10 – – because ALL babies listen to us on when to come, right?! 😉
Nothing happened on Friday and my contractions were almost nonexistent. I slept pretty well on Friday night but every time I did wake up I would remind him of our 8:00 start time. At 7:00 I got up, dressed, did my hair and packed the last few essentials in my bag. Yes, this sounds crazy but I was soooo confident he was going to listen to our little arrangement so I needed to prepare. I ate a hearty breakfast and at 7:45 I had a contraction.
The contractions were no big deal so I didn’t really think that it was the real thing and they were completely inconsistent. They were 12 minutes and then 4 minutes apart and then 9 minutes and then 15….you get the idea. All over the place. They weren’t increasing in intensity but were a little stronger than my normal braxton hicks. I decided to wake Jared up around 8:30 because I felt like today was the day but assumed these were just some practice contractions and the real deal was several hours away. Meanwhile, I stopped counting and tracking because I was getting discouraged they weren’t consistent and swore I was playing mind games with myself since I had convinced myself labor would start at 8. So I did some laundry, picked up the house and realized we were out of cat food and bread. So I sent Jared to the store around 9:20 because the kitties were driving me nuts and I knew the kids would need bread while I was in the hospital.
Looking back I realize how crazy it was to send my husband to the store while having contractions but I honestly didn’t feel like I was in active labor. I texted the babysitter and told her it would likely be a few more hours but wanted to give her a heads up that “these contractions may encourage the real thing to start.” Then I went back to my business of entertaining the 3 kids and doing my thing.
10:00 hit (which was our original talked about birthing time) and boy did everything change. Everything went from uncomfortable but bearable and “oh this isn’t labor” to intense and zero breaks between contractions. It was the craziest thing! I definitely was then convinced that those “little” contractions had definitely started the real thing so I quickly texted back the babysitter and told her to head down when she could. Jared got back about 10 minutes later and we all decided to head outside to wait for our help to arrive so we could head in.
I’m sure I made quite the sight with all three kids running around throwing a variety of balls, me having contractions and walking around trying to avoid being hit in the head with a basketball and about every 30 seconds having to lean over the van hood to breathe through the intensity. The neighbors must have had quite the laugh. My contractions were not painful to me because I had trained myself for months to not even use the word pain in relation to contractions. However, they were intense and uncomfortable. I had my hypnobirthing music in my ears and while I definitely wasn’t as relaxed as I wanted to be, since I was walking around outdoors and not in a bed, I felt in control of my body. I still figured I had lots of time because my water hadn’t broken and in all my other pregnancies it had broken way early. I was also just waiting for the intensity to become unbearable and it wasn’t.Watch Full Movie Online Streaming Online and Download
This is me probably almost fully dilated posing for one final bump pic – cause that’s just what you do.
At 10:55 my water broke as I was leaning over the hood of the car but I honestly kind of thought I had just peed my pants due to the intensity. I didn’t care that I had peed my pants whatsoever since I figured if I ever had an excuse to wet myself it would be in that moment. I also wasn’t too worried about cleaning myself up but wanted to check to see if it was in fact pee or amniotic fluid. So I headed into the garage to go inside and had to stop at the door to breathe. That’s when the trickle became constant and I knew it was in fact not pee. While I’m in the garage, Jared had rushed the kids upstairs, plopped them in front of the TV and gave them explicit instructions on how to not burn the house down until the babysitter got there. He came running back down and told me to get in the car. He practically had to put me in the car himself since I was not sure about leaving the kids. He just kept saying “you need to trust me that we need to leave now.” So I did and we literally passed the babysitter a mile from our house so all was good.
The car ride was terrible since we got stuck at every light and behind every individual out for a leisure drive on Saturday morning. Having intense contractions in the car in a sitting position is not recommended….EVER. They were coming so close together I had zero break in between and was grasping for invisible anchors in the car hoping I wouldn’t come out of my skin. Again, not painful just incredibly intense and uncomfortable. We got to the hospital at 11:10 and parked the car. I walked halfway across the parking lot and to labor and delivery not stopping at all for the contractions. I desperately needed to lay down so I could relax and so had one goal in mind – get to labor and delivery. We passed a couple of people and they gave me looks of horror, sympathy and were probably a little perplexed as to why I was walking around when there appeared to be a baby that could fall out of me at any moment.
We arrived at labor and delivery and I grasped the counter, so thankful for some kind of support. I was breathing super hard just praying I could get into bed so I could relax myself. The girl asked “what she could do for me” and I nearly bit her head off. I wasn’t angry, but I felt like it was pretty obvious why I was there. I mean come on woman!!! I then waved my hand in front of Jared (which was our previously agreed upon sign) so that he would do the talking for me. I could no longer speak through the contractions. After an obvious explanation was given she shoved some paperwork at him and then told me to come with her. I kid you not she proceeds to put me on the scale, because getting weighed was uber important at that moment. Climbing that 2 inch scale felt like climbing Mt Everest and it took all of my strength to get on and off that thing.
I was entering into a different universe at this point. I could tell I was starting to surrender to my inner spirit animal at this point. I was lingering between being conscious enough to walk around and letting my subconscious take me to my “happy place” so that I could allow my body to do it’s thing. (My happy place is a beach with the hubs and kiddos, by the way) To my horror the girl was taking me to triage and I knew that was not a good idea. I needed to be in labor and delivery NOW but was unable to talk, or growl or do whatever I was going to be doing if I opened my mouth. Once in the triage room I couldn’t even get my pants off to be checked and I realized this is why animals don’t ever wear clothes. Highly inconvenient. I somehow managed to get on the bed the nurse checked me and that’s when the fun started.
Everything after that happened at warp speed. She yells out the door “she’s complete and needs to be transferred NOW!” I remember looking at Jared with an expression of “I freaking knew it” and I’m pretty sure I may have given myself a mental high five for being so sure of myself. (I blame it on the inner spirit animal thing) 3 nurses descended on the triage room, threw a blanket over me and wheeled me out. This is the part where I would have made an episode of Greys Anatomy proud. All I could see were the ceiling lights going by at warp speed and heard everyone shouting and yelling. I was still breathing really hard but inside I was just hoping that my inner spirit animal was gonna be like a lioness or something and not something lame. I was in my happy place but still aware of what was happening and still not as relaxed as I wanted to be.
We get to the L&D room and I swear I have never seen so many nurses in one room in all my life. There were probably at least 10-12 of them wheeling in equipment, setting things up, taking off the rest of my clothes, asking me my name and DOB (cause we never even checked in) asking who my doctor was and bla bla bla. I then had one girl putting in an IV in my arm when the shaking started. I desperately needed to push and because I was shaking blood from my arm was going all over the place. That’s when I was informed that my doctor had literally just left and was turning around near the parking lot. I told the nurses I had to push and I didn’t even care who caught the baby. I even looked at Jared at one point and he was like “I’ll catch him.”
I was now mentally deep in Mother Nature land since my body was in control and I was just a spectator to this main event. The hospitalist came in to catch Boden and I just started to push. I found out my inner spirit animal is for sure a very powerful lioness who does not scream or shout but rather growls very sexily. Hahahaha. There was absolutely zero pain with pushing him out, just pressure… and with 2 pushes he was completely out. 14 minutes after arriving he was born.
As soon as he came out things got very strange. I had my eyes closed while pushing and they remain closed for about 30 seconds after he was out. However, I instantly had one of those out of body experiences people describe. I saw him on my belly, and could see all the nurses and Jared and could feel him. I saw his exact features and coloring but my eyes weren’t opened. I hadn’t actually physically even seen him. I was literally lingering over myself watching all of this happen. I know this sounds like the craziest thing but I swear it happened. I finally opened my eyes and he was exactly as I had just seen him. I lingered in an alternate state for a bit before I really came all the way back. I think it was a mixture of my hypnobirthing, hormones and just plain shock from how quick everything had just happened. My doctor had come in just as his head was emerging and couldn’t even believe she had missed it. She quickly took over and all was right in the world again.
This is us laughing with my doctor about him arriving a bit passed our 10:00 discussed time.
I was again the talk of the hospital…again. I seem to be the “talk” every time I give birth. Word spread quickly and everyone would come into my room saying, “Oh you’re the girl!” “The girl” was apparently the one who almost gave birth in the hallway and had the baby that literally just flew out of her lady parts without drugs. We all had a really good laugh about it because honestly it was a pretty funny story, all the way down to the lioness growl. If you don’t have a sense of humor about pregnancy and birth you’ll have a miserable experience. I mean I was walking in the parking lot completely dilated to a 10 – who does that??! There’s so much to laugh about.
All the postpartum hormones quickly spiked and I was literally up all day and all night. I was walking around and filling out discharge stuff at like 2:00 in the morning so we could speed things along that day. The LPN’s kept coming in going, “Wow I have never seen anyone up and at em like this,” followed by “oh wait you’re the girl!” Hahahahahahaha
Overall, I had an amazing birth. It was crazy and intense and not exactly how I pictured it but honestly I would do it 100 times over again. Birthing without drugs shouldn’t even kind of be feared at all. Yes, I was uber prepared and I credit almost everything to that but honestly our bodies do amazing things if we just let them. Plus, as an added bonus you get to really find out your inner spirit animal…I mean all those little questionnaires you fill out on Facebook are so inaccurate….must give birth to really know!! 😉
I will do a post later on about hypnobirthing and how it helped or didn’t help with this birth and go into more details on how I used it for anyone who is interested in trying it. For now, I am going to enjoy this newest little dude who I am so proud of for making his entrance into the world easy, fun and one for the record books. Glad we got to go out in true National Geographic fashion. hahahahaha – see must have sense of humor!
We love you Boden and you are truly everything we had hoped for, dreamed of and more!
**Sorry for the long and detailed post but I write these things so we have the memories later on – so details are a must! 🙂