I wrote this blog post over a week ago and I'm just getting around to posting it. We got a little busy.
Ready for a birth story? I like this one. But first let me just say I'm so happy, elated even, that I am no longer pregnant. I hated this pregnancy. I was pretty much on the verge of full on depression during this pregnancy. So the second labor began, I was on cloud 9.
My due date was Wednesday, Jan. 29. I was full of anxiety the whole week before. Mostly because I was d-o-n-e. I really didn't want to go past my due date, but I knew I would. So two days past the due date, I had an appointment with my midwife and asked her to strip my membranes. I was dilated to a 3 and 80% effaced, so she did it and was confident that I'd be having the baby real soon.
About 5 or 6 that evening, I started to feel cramps, nothing long lasting or noticeably consistent, but it made me excited. Brady and I go to bed early, to make sure we get as much sleep as possible if this is the start of my labor. I woke up at midnight feeling the contractions, but they didn't hurt, so I went back to sleep. At 2am, I was awake again and started to time the contractions. I did that for an hour before deciding, I better go shower. I took a bath and told Brady to keep sleeping, no reason to get up if it's going to be another couple of hours. But when I got out of the bath, I knew we would be leaving sooner than later. So Brady hopped in the shower while I called my mom and Sarah to let them know to come over. Sarah was going to stay and watch Ollie while mom came to the hospital with us.
We got to the hospital between 5 and 5:30 and checked in. I called Ramona to make sure she would be there and not another midwife. She said she'd be there. We got into triage and waited for about an hour or so. There was a woman in a bed next to me that was having an awful sounding labor. The curtain was drawn so we couldn't see her. She was moaning and groaning and eventually puked. We heard the nurse tell her that she was only dilated to a 2 so they couldn't admit her, or something like that. I felt bad. I was still feeling pretty good at this point, the contractions were uncomfortable but not incredibly painful. I was now 6cm dilated, which I couldn't believe, since the real pain hadn't started yet.
One of the main reasons I choose to deliver at Mercy Gilbert was because they provide a tub to labor in. Since I do natural births, I really wanted to have that option. So I get in my room and they have a tub ready for me. I get in and feel like I'm in labor heaven. Tami, the labor and delivery nurse, just can't believe how relaxed I look. I was able to carry on a conversation with Brady and my mom like nothing was happening. I would say my last ten minutes in the tub were painful. I couldn't find a comfortable position to sit in.
I tell Ramona and Tami that with every contraction I actually felt like I needed to pee. Ramona said if I go pee it could move the baby in a different position and move things along. So everyone helps me out of the tub and into the bathroom. I go pee, and when I stand up I had the strongest urge to push. I yell and everyone comes in and they ask if I can get to the bed. I tell them I'm not sure, in between screams. I think I may have attempted to walk before the urge to push became to much. My water broke. For some reason, this made me almost woozy. Maybe because I was standing or that there was blood. I remember Ramona saying "we're having a baby in here" but she did ask one more time if I can get to the bed. I finally hit my limit, I said I needed to lay down and just dropped. Brady was behind me and caught me by the shoulders. I was on the bathroom floor, gave one or two big pushes and out came Jasper!
I immediately felt amazing good. I just held Jasper, who was screaming at me and just felt relief. After a couple minutes they asked if I want to get off the bathroom floor and get to the bed, I told them, "I'm good here". But they finally cut the umbilical cord and I got to the bed to lay down. By the way, the umbilical cord had a tight knot in it. Ramona was amazed since knots can cause serious harm to the baby, but the baby was obviously fine, so, miracle?
So that's the birth. Ramona said I have memorable births. She's always bragging about my birth of Oliver and now I have a bathroom birth to go along with it.
Jasper cried the first hour and a half after he was born, non stop, but he's been a perfect newborn ever since. He sleeps good, eats good, and is just a textbook baby. I think this has helped me emotionally. With Ollie I had the baby blues real bad, I haven't gotten them with Jasper. Happy day!
Now the funny thing is Jasper and Oliver have the same birthday. I really didn't mean for that to happen, but it did. Hopefully these two kiddos like each other enough not to mind when they are older.
|Ollie and his pirate cake.|
|On the way home from the hospital.|
So far, Ollie is a good big brother. He's gentle and sweet to Jasper and doesn't seem to have any jealousy issues, yet. Ollie does push my buttons though, with the less attention I can give, Ollie has decided to ignore me entirely on some days. It's really annoying, but it may just be the terrible threes. We're working through it and now that I'm feeling more recovered, I'm able to engage with him more, which has helped this week a little bit.
So that's us for now. We're a family of 4, which is weird, but I'm happy.
I attempted a newborn photo shoot. He didn't cooperate much.
February 1, 2014