After weeks of contractions, I was worried that I would not recognize the onset of real labor. I began to have dreams, nightmares really, that I had the baby at home on the living room floor because I failed to make it to the hospital in time. On Thursday, the day after the baby's due date, I had contractions 2-5 minutes apart for several hours in the early morning. Aaron voted to stay home, betting we would have the baby that day. But alas, the day came and went and my 'labor' never progressed into something real. Strange how much anxiety I had leading up to my due date, wondering when I would deliver, and how much longer I would have to wait. But the moment my due date passed, I had complete peace about it. Any day now, we would have a baby.
We made it to the weekend. I had a theory about why I hadn't delivered yet. My nausea has been so terrible in this pregnancy that I had been forced to take my anti nausea pills every day of the pregnancy. Since one of the pills acts as a sedative, I reasoned that perhaps it could be delaying the onset of active labor. After all, I had tons of contractions, even consistent ones, but was never able to go into active labor. I decided Friday night to skip the sedative pill. Woke up Saturday morning with terrible morning sickness and an awful headache! Went for a three mile walk and had lots of exciting contractions, but no labor. Came home and took a nap. We all went to the mall together and I walked laps at the mall, pushing Jackson in his stroller. Enjoyed it, but felt really crampy and cranky. Didn't feel like eating much for dinner. We came home and watched a movie and got to bed really late (10:30) I was feeling pretty miserable, but had learned to ignore it with all the false labor I'd been having. One thing for sure, I was thinking maybe it worked to not take that sedative pill! I opted not to take it again tonight ( I'm glad I did
I tossed and turned all night...Aaron ended up sleeping on the couch. I kept dreaming I was in labor and kept waking up with contractions. But I tried to sleep through them. Finally, at 3:30am, I couldn't sleep anymore. I decided I should time the contractions for 15 minutes and see how many I had. In just six minutes, I had three! So, I got up and started getting dressed, just in case. The contractions continued. At 4am I tiptoed downstairs and woke Aaron. "It's time" I said. "Huh what?" He responded. "I'm in labor honey". "Oh..." I guess he was hoping it could wait until morning. It couln't. I called my Mom to tell her I was in labor. I called the midwife...she asked if I felt it was time to come in. I told her I guessed it was (still not sure myself) Then, we finally called our neighbors. They were excited for us and he came over to stay with our (sleeping) boys. It was 4:30am by now. Caleb woke up and came downstairs...no use trying to get him to go back to sleep! We fed him breakfast, made oatmeal for Jackson's breakfast and laid out their clothes for the morning. By 5am, we were on our way to the hospital. We mad the call to Aaron's parents telling them I was in labor. They said they could leave at 6am and head over to relieve the neighbor of babysitting duty. They live three hours away, so they could be here by 9am. Perfect. I felt relieved that things were going so smoothly!
We arrived at the hospital at 5:30 and voted to park the car and walk, rather than valet. I figured it would help things progress faster
They had me weigh in, check in and change into a gown. Theodorah was the midwife on call (hooray!)She is my favorite...she also delivered Jackson. I was so excited to have her with me for this delivery as well. She checked me and declared that I was 5cm and the baby was still a -2 station. My mom arrived at 6am and I settled in for a long labor. We chatted, talked and laughed for an hour and a half. As the sun began to rise, I hit transition. I got shaky and began to have to really work through the contractions. I got giddy, excited that we would soon get to meet our baby girl. Each contraction brought me closer to her and I felt like weeping, all those pregnancy hormones
Theodorah checked me again at 8:30...she declared I was only 6 or 7cm. This was a bit of a surprise and disappointment to me. I was having serious contractions and couldn't believe I hadn't made more progress in the three hours we'd been here. As she checked me, she felt the baby's hand in the way. Not a good sign...it would make for a long and difficult labor and usually leads to excessive tearing. But as she pushed on that little hand, Miriam moved it out of the way. What a relief!
I was discouraged that I hadn't progressed very far and felt my energy waning, after being up all night with labor. I hopped in the Jacuzzi and had Aaron read scripture to me...what a comfort it was to hear the power of God's word being spoken here in the delivery room. Had four VERY painful contractions in the jacuzzi and promptly decided to get out. Hopped on the birthing ball instead. I felt enormous pressure in my lower back and began leaning back into the contractions. Aaron sat behind me on a stool, holding my hands and comforting me with each contraction. I began to feel a bit overwhelmed with fatigue. I had my mom come and pray for me. I wasn't sure how much more I could take of this labor business...I was getting pretty uncomfortable! As she finished the prayer, a really strong contraction came on and broke my water.
Even though it had only been 45 minutes since she checked me, Theodorah decided to have me move to the bed so she could check me again. I could hardly move at this point, the contractions were so strong and close. As I sat down in the bed, I felt a strong contraction and pushed with it. I felt a familiar burn as I pushed and was startled...surely it couldn't be time for that yet! Another contraction seized me and I pushed again...and the pain grew stronger. I was so shocked and felt like weeping...and I was scared. Another contraction. I pushed again, and this time I screamed. Out came Miriam, head, body and all. WOW! I couldn't believe it! Aaron and I both started crying. They laid her gently on my chest, warm and wet. She's a girl! And she has hair. And she's safe...and finally here. She was crying softly and I held her close to comfort her. How long I have waited to snuggle with that soft fuzzy baby head on my cheek! We wept and snuggled for a few minutes. Then she pooped on me. A LOT of poop. Everybody laughed. She could already hold her head up! I started nursing her and she did so well. My darling girl...I am so in love with her!
Looking back, I think it couldn't have gone better. God answered our prayers for a smooth and safe delivery. I was only at the hospital for four hours before she came. I couldn't believe I jumped from 6or 7 cm to holding my newborn in less than one hour. I can't believe that I didn't have any tearing at all! I didn't think that was possible after my horrible tearing and surgery with Caleb. I had very minimal blood loss because it was such a smooth delivery. This meant I would not need a blood transfusion (praise God!) Even Theodorah was amazed at how well it went. (by the way, I reminded Theodorah that she had delivered my second born as well - "You probably don't remember...since it was two years ago" I said. "Oh, I remember that one!" She said "How often does something like that happen?" I asked, referring to the long labor, and the way he was born with his placenta - a dangerous birth. "Almost never" she said. Nice to know that I had a memorable 'once in a lifetime' kind of labor
We are so grateful that this labor went so much smoother. Praise God for all his wonderful works and for a beautiful delivery!
"And Miriam sang to them: 'Sing to the Lord, for he has triumphed gloriously" Exodus 15:21