Post by thelittleredm on Jan 7, 2017 20:00:07 GMT -5
W.illiam G.ordon born vaginally at 7:06am; 7lbs 14oz, 20.5" long. Same as his mommy.
I woke up at 5:30 this morning thinking W had just kicked me hard in the front of my uterus/cervix. When there was no other movement, I figured I'd get up and pee since I'd need to soon anyway. After peeing, I had an immense amount of pressure in my low back, butt, and the underside of my belly but not pain all over like with DS1 so I wasn't sure if I was just gassy or if it was a contraction. I stood up and waited for it to pass before going back to bed. I got into bed and laid down. Giant mistake. It was instantaneous pain in my pelvis and back. At this point, I figured I was having some back labor. I got out of bed again and when I had another contraction, I made H get out of bed and get in the shower with me so that he could do hip squeezes while I washed my hair. Contractions were getting stronger so I told him we needed to go to the hospital. We both got dressed and contractions are 2-3 minutes apart lasting about a minute.
I went to the living room to sit on my yoga ball to help my back but had to get off every time contractions hit. Poor H had to run around feeding animals and making phone calls all while timing my contractions and doing hip squeezes.
While H called our doula to meet at the hospital, I called my parents to come get us. When they finally arrived at 6:30, contractions were about 1-1.5 minutes apart. I sat in the back with my mom...well, half stood, really. I had one leg standing and the other on the backseat all while using DS's carseat to support myself while my mom let me hang on her arm. My dad blew every red light and was apparently going about 70 until he finally got to the freeway. He was only doing 80 until I told my mom I was feeling the urge to push so she told him to speed it up! I honestly thought I might have a car baby. At that point, I thought I might as well have just had him at home if I wasn't going to make the hospital. H admits he was frantically trying to figure out how he'd deliver a baby in single digit weather in the back of an SUV.
Anyway, got to the hospital at the same time as another laboring mom (who could walk so I'm guessing wasn't quite as far along as me) which was amusing. I got to the other side of the car before I had to stop for a contraction again. H ran in and out with a wheelchair and then ran through the hospital to the elevators where I had to get off it again because of a contraction. The elevator was quick thank god and we managed to get off before I had another contraction and then another as soon as we got to triage. The nurse got us into a triage room and told me to pee in a cup. Yeah, right. I tried though, twice, but had to get off during contractions. I was on the floor when he came back in agreed my mom said contractions were getting less than a minute apart.
He checked me really quick and said we were at 8-9 and immediately ran to get a nurse who also came running in and wheeled me to the first empty birthing room she came across. It was a crazy flurry of activity, not that I had much in me to pay attention. H said every single nurse in there was ripping open packages and trying to get gloves and everything on while one struggled to get an IV in (which failed, it popped out when I bent my wrist and she never got it in again) and one tried to pick up W's heart on the monitor. The doctor rushed in, asked why I wasn't laying on the bed (policy says patients must be laying down when the bed moves but I was on my hands and knees propped against the back) and the nurse said she wasn't about to ask me to move. Loved our nurse. Doctor checked and I heard her say I was already complete. Sweet, sweet words.
I had a total of 3 contractions from entering the room to when my water broke. I told them I was going to push, mostly because I knew there was no way to avoid it at this point, and everyone was rushing to try and catch W who was out after 2 pushes. Based on contractions, I was probably in the room less than 5 minutes before W arrived. The poor nurse who wheeled us in and helped deliver W hadn't even had a chance to clock in until after he was born. It was so surreal to look down at the bed between my legs to see my baby there and have to carefully roll over without kicking him or a nurse in the face.
And clearly this was the day for babies. There were 5 babies born in a 45 minute time period, three women in transition, and a couple more in triage waiting to be admitted. The rooms were filled in the mommy and baby floor, too. Yay for changes in weather! Haha
And no, the doula did not make the birth but she stayed for awhile after she arrived and took pictures for us.
I woke up at 5:30 this morning thinking W had just kicked me hard in the front of my uterus/cervix. When there was no other movement, I figured I'd get up and pee since I'd need to soon anyway. After peeing, I had an immense amount of pressure in my low back, butt, and the underside of my belly but not pain all over like with DS1 so I wasn't sure if I was just gassy or if it was a contraction. I stood up and waited for it to pass before going back to bed. I got into bed and laid down. Giant mistake. It was instantaneous pain in my pelvis and back. At this point, I figured I was having some back labor. I got out of bed again and when I had another contraction, I made H get out of bed and get in the shower with me so that he could do hip squeezes while I washed my hair. Contractions were getting stronger so I told him we needed to go to the hospital. We both got dressed and contractions are 2-3 minutes apart lasting about a minute.
I went to the living room to sit on my yoga ball to help my back but had to get off every time contractions hit. Poor H had to run around feeding animals and making phone calls all while timing my contractions and doing hip squeezes.
While H called our doula to meet at the hospital, I called my parents to come get us. When they finally arrived at 6:30, contractions were about 1-1.5 minutes apart. I sat in the back with my mom...well, half stood, really. I had one leg standing and the other on the backseat all while using DS's carseat to support myself while my mom let me hang on her arm. My dad blew every red light and was apparently going about 70 until he finally got to the freeway. He was only doing 80 until I told my mom I was feeling the urge to push so she told him to speed it up! I honestly thought I might have a car baby. At that point, I thought I might as well have just had him at home if I wasn't going to make the hospital. H admits he was frantically trying to figure out how he'd deliver a baby in single digit weather in the back of an SUV.
Anyway, got to the hospital at the same time as another laboring mom (who could walk so I'm guessing wasn't quite as far along as me) which was amusing. I got to the other side of the car before I had to stop for a contraction again. H ran in and out with a wheelchair and then ran through the hospital to the elevators where I had to get off it again because of a contraction. The elevator was quick thank god and we managed to get off before I had another contraction and then another as soon as we got to triage. The nurse got us into a triage room and told me to pee in a cup. Yeah, right. I tried though, twice, but had to get off during contractions. I was on the floor when he came back in agreed my mom said contractions were getting less than a minute apart.
He checked me really quick and said we were at 8-9 and immediately ran to get a nurse who also came running in and wheeled me to the first empty birthing room she came across. It was a crazy flurry of activity, not that I had much in me to pay attention. H said every single nurse in there was ripping open packages and trying to get gloves and everything on while one struggled to get an IV in (which failed, it popped out when I bent my wrist and she never got it in again) and one tried to pick up W's heart on the monitor. The doctor rushed in, asked why I wasn't laying on the bed (policy says patients must be laying down when the bed moves but I was on my hands and knees propped against the back) and the nurse said she wasn't about to ask me to move. Loved our nurse. Doctor checked and I heard her say I was already complete. Sweet, sweet words.
I had a total of 3 contractions from entering the room to when my water broke. I told them I was going to push, mostly because I knew there was no way to avoid it at this point, and everyone was rushing to try and catch W who was out after 2 pushes. Based on contractions, I was probably in the room less than 5 minutes before W arrived. The poor nurse who wheeled us in and helped deliver W hadn't even had a chance to clock in until after he was born. It was so surreal to look down at the bed between my legs to see my baby there and have to carefully roll over without kicking him or a nurse in the face.
And clearly this was the day for babies. There were 5 babies born in a 45 minute time period, three women in transition, and a couple more in triage waiting to be admitted. The rooms were filled in the mommy and baby floor, too. Yay for changes in weather! Haha
And no, the doula did not make the birth but she stayed for awhile after she arrived and took pictures for us.
