Sooooo, Rose is over 4 years old. I guess it’s finally time to write down her birth story. 😉 Oh my goodness. My little baby is 4 years old. How was it not just last week that I first held her wet gloopy little body in my arms?
On Rose’s due date I hadn’t felt anything that seemed like contractions. Three days before, I had my latest OB appointment the doc had stated that there wasn’t any indication that anything was going to happen any time soon. Those doors were closed up tight! By this time, it was late July and I was large, hot, achy, and more then ready to have the damn baby already.
The day before, having no idea what I was in for.
Our wedding anniversary was 2 days after my due date and we knew the later it got, the less likely we would have a chance to do any celebrating. On the actual due date we headed out for dinner and a movie. Funnily enough, we saw “Ice Age:Dawn of the Dinosaurs” where the mammoth has a baby. (Maybe it triggered something subliminally?) By the time we left, I was feeling light contractions which I attributed to braxton hicks. In the morning, however, the contractions had increased in frequency and were 5-6 minutes apart and starting to get uncomfortable. Being as it was my first baby, I had no idea what I should be feeling so we headed into the hospital to see what was up.
Alas, I was only 1 cm and barely 90% effaced. We walked around for a while but no progression so off we went back home. They gave me something to let me rest but all it did was slow the contractions a bit so they woke me up every 10 minutes instead of 5.
That evening the contractions were every 4-5 minutes and after one floored me around 7pm we headed back into the hospital because I MUST be further along. Nope. Still at 1 cm. Seriously?!!!!! Practice labor my ass.
Back home for me, living through the contractions. At 3am they were 3-4 minutes apart and bad. Back to the hospital we went. Still 1 cm. Two hours of walking the hospital hallway, 1 cm. Arg!!! They were so bad that it took me a whole hour just to walk the circle once. Home again we go.
I spent the day rocking in the glider, trying to zone out as much as possible. I fell asleep between each contraction only to be woken up 3 minutes later for the next one. So bad. So so bad.
Here is where being a non first time mom would have been helpful. See, I had no idea what level of pain I should be feeling. All I knew was I was it hurt like a bitch and the contractions were coming every 3-4 minutes and lasting for a minute. That was what they said to come in at and each time I wasn’t dialating. We live 30 minutes from the hospital so I was worried we would get stuck somewhere when it was too late.
I spent a lot of time in the shower, letting the water wash over my back until I ran out of hot water. Little did I know that the reason that helped so much was that I was having back labor. I really wish I knew enough to ask the nurse to check Rose’s position when we were there.
Then, at 5 pm, the second day of “practice labor”, the contractions changed. Oh boy did they change. So THIS what what progression meant. Back in we went and this time I was at 3 cm. I could get admitted!! Wohoo! Epidural here we come!
I was checked in by 9 pm and at 10:10 pm the lovely man came to give me sweet sweet relief. (Note that I know the exact time that happened)
To be continued……