So I promised a good story... And here it is. (At least I think it is anyway).
I had been complaining for days that I just wanted to be done with my pregnancy. I was tired and uncomfortable. My due date was anywhere between 5/25 and 5/27 depending on O date or LMP. And after being early with B, even my due date seemed like a long long wait.
At my 39 week appointment last Monday, I was 5cm and almost fully effaced. So expected labor to be fairly swift. I had some BH contractions on and off for a few days but not a single painful contraction.
5/27 comes and goes, we have a very normal day/night and get to bed by 10:30. At 3:15, I wake up, roll over and think "OUCH!" Then "Man that hurts!"
I get up, walk to the bathroom and still feel tight and sore. While I'm in the bathroom, I get another contraction. So I wake up my husband since it was pretty intense and fast. I started timing them and they were about 40-50 seconds each and about 2.5 minutes apart.
We called my MIL to have her come be with Brooke and tried to get our neighbor until MIL arrived. No luck there. The whole time, I'm super relaxed (aside from the intense contractions). I brush my teeth, call the Dr... My husband is anxious. I'm still able to move pretty easily and only have to stop and breathe through the peak of each contraction. Still 2-2.5 min apart and 40-50 seconds.
MIL shows at 4:00 AM, so I've been contracting at home for 45 min. We head to the hospital by 4:05.
MH is driving fast and every bump, turn, whatever killed me. I had to yell at him to slow down a few times. I insisted that we would be fine if we just drove like normal.
We arrive at the hospital around 4:20 (I checked my phone app the next day and I had had 24 contractions in that hour. All 2.5 min apart.) I check in, contracting the whole time. Get sent back to Triage, wait a min (no one else was there) and the nurse comes to get me. As we were walking to a room, she starts asking me questions... How frequent? How long? Have I been checked recently? What's my progress? When I tell her I was 5cm last Monday, she kicks things into high gear.
I get in the triage room, put the gown on, on the table, internal exam, 8cm! 8cm?!?!? WTF? I get asked if I want an epidural but know that the option is no longer on the table. Within minutes, I'm in a delivery room, strapped to monitors, another internal... 10cm.... Time to push. They are still putting an IV in my arm when the On Call Resident shows. I start pushing.
4 push sequences, 3-4 pushes per, and Elle was born at 4:48AM.
The entire time I kept thinking and saying "I'm not prepared for this" and "I can't do this!" I had a WONDERFUL nurse who seriously saved me. The OB arrives just as I'm delivering the placenta. Thanks Doc. He oversees the stitching.
So I had a completely unmedicated labor and delivery but totally not by choice. I busted blood vessels in my eyes and face. I look like I was in a fight. Partial 3rd degree tear.
My hospital made some changes since B was born and they do immediate skin-to-skin for all babies for 1 full hour. It was very nice to have that while being attended to down there.
Total labor time from first contraction to birth, 1.5 hours
Anyway... She is perfect and calm and calm and already different than her sister. She will let you put her down to sleep.
And here she is:
Sisters meeting for the first time: