I told you I would post my birth story so here it goes.
For those that don't know, I had a pretty exciting birth. I went into labor on September 2, 2011 around 1am. Contractions were nothing more than cramping, but it was something I hadn't felt yet in my pregnancy. I ended up falling back to sleep until my alarm went off for work around 6am. I was still having contractions so I decided to call in and wait it out a bit.
When I originally found out my due date, August 29th, my husband kept saying he wanted her to be born on his birthday. His birthday just so happens to be September 2nd. So we both had a chuckle when I started having contractions on his special day. The bummer was that I felt like poo so his birthday plans didn't go on as planned. I was going to cook him a nice dinner, have his parents come up to the house, exchange presents. Well the dinner was a no go since I was not in the mood to go to the store and cook. I spent the majority of the day lying in bed relaxing and trying to get some sleep. I eventually got up when his parents arrived and we tried to figure out what to have for dinner. At this point, I was not thinking about food. I did manage to make the frosting for the cake I had baked the night before and Mr. G finished frosting it for me :)
I had been timing my contractions all day and they were anywhere from 20 minutes to 5 minutes apart. Around dinner time, I was getting more uncomfortable but was hesitant to go to the hospital, especially since the contractions were still erratic. Finally, around 8pm, I decided to go in to get checked out. It is about a 20 minute ride to the hospital, so I brought everything I may need in case I was going to be admitted and my mom tagged along as well.
When I got there, they brought me into the triage room to get monitored. The nurse checked me and to my disappointment, had not really progressed much since my appointment 2 days prior. They timed my contractions for about 20 minutes and they were about 3-7 minutes apart. Needless to say, they sent me home. The entire car ride home was uncomfortable and I felt like the contractions were getting stronger. As soon as I got home I started timing them again. At this point, I was in a lot of pain. For the next hour, my contractions were 2-3 minutes apart. I tried getting in the shower to alleviate some of the pain which helped a bit. I would rock in my glider chair until I had another one, then would get up and walk around until it was over. I knew something was going on since I was in so much pain and the contractions felt like they were on top of each other. I decided to go back to the hospital.
The pain was so bad in the car, I was literally trying to stand on the seat. I kept telling Mr. G that I couldn't do it, but him being the best in my time of need, kept telling me that I could do it and that I WAS doing it. So I held his hand with one of mine and started hitting the car door with the other. About half way to the hospital, I felt a weird sensation, a lot of pressure. I started saying the baby was coming out! We were about 2 minutes from the hospital when we approached a yellow light. Sure enough, I yelled, "you are going through that fucking light!" We made it, but I was contracting so bad and feeling a lot of pressure. We went through the emergency room entrance and they made me fill out paperwork before going upstairs. I told the lady at the desk that I was just there an hour ago and I needed to get upstairs. Can you believe it? All of this was happening within an hour. An HOUR! Mr. G started filling out the papers and I ran to the bathroom because I could not sit down. I felt so weird down below I decided to feel myself and I swear I could feel the baby's head. I got into a wheelchair and the nurse ran me upstairs to labor and delivery.
I was wheeled into a delivery room and I told the nurse that I could feel the baby's head. A second later, my water broke. The nurse told me she didn't want me to push, but if I felt like I had to she wouldn't stop me. I got onto the bed lying on my side so the nurse could check me. Immediately she said she could see the baby's head. She told Mr. G I would be delivering soon. I was so uncomfortable so her attempt to check didn't work. By this time, there were three nurses in the room with us and Mr. G. My mom and Mr. G's mom drove separately to the hospital, but we had them go to the waiting room. After a third attempt at an IV, one of the nurses finally got it in, while another nurse checked me again telling me I was complete.
The amazing part of this whole process was that I really wasn't paying attention to anyone in the room. My body just took over, and I knew what to do. I was still on my side. Mr. G was behind me, and I was holding on to him so I wouldn't fall off the bed. The contractions at this point were to get the baby out. When I felt a contraction, I would push. Then I would have a minute or so break, with no pain at all. There was no time for medication, although I managed to ask for it!
I arrived at the hospital around 11:30pm on September 2nd. My beautiful Sophie Roscoe was born at 12:04am September 3rd. Only 4 minutes shy of sharing a birthday with her daddy. Only 30 minutes shy of being born at home or in the car. I couldn't have asked for a better birth experience :)
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