To recap: On Wednesday nght (July 20th) at about 11:15 I was laying in bed and David and I were marvelling at how much Barrett was moving and kicking. David even commented, "He is trying to get out of there!" After a few minutes of feeling these huge kicks and thumps, we both tried to fall asleep. David was there within 60 seconds...I on the other hand was overwhelmed with the little man's movements and was laying there resting. Suddenly I felt like I wet my pants! I had gone to the bathroom twice in the 20 minutes before bed, so I knew that was unlikely. However, there is something about your water breaking where you just don't believe it unless it is like a flood. And this was not. So, I calmly went to the bathroom and while walking in there got a contraction. I called to David, "I think my water just broke...maybe...kinda...yeah I think it did." He sat up in bed and calmly said, "That is not the way to wake a guy up!" After calling and speaking with the on call doctor we decided it was time to get ready to go to the hospital. I realized I had not washed my hair that day, so I hopped into the shower (getting some more contractions, but nothing too painful), scrubbed up, blow dried my hair, packed my bags with slightly shaky hands (I could tell that this was really it!) and got going. We woke Hadley up and David carried her to the car. After depositing Hadley and Foxy at Grema and Grumps house the contractions really kicked up a notch from all the walking and David decided we should speed right along to the hospital. We even turned on our hazard lights and spoke to the police officer directing traffic during the road construction outside the hospital. I was holding my breath and definitely hurting at that point. But the contractions were super irregular, lasting about a minute and coming every 3 to 5 minutes.
We checked in...and I really had NO doubt my water was broken when we walked around in to the check in desk! I was just hoping I didn't appear to others as though my water was broken (ie wet pants!). We went straight back and got into a gown and sat down and voila! The contractions instantly slowed just by me sitting and relaxing. This is a catch 22 because you want to progress and not be in labor forever....but the break from the pain was SO nice! The nurse, Beth, was so sweet, and tells me I am 2 cm...Darn. I want to have a drug-free labor, but 2 cm means I have a LONG way to go! She listens to Barrett's heart rate and notes that it is decelerating during the contractions so I get onto my side and wait through a few more contractions. Once she is satisfied that he is doing ok, I request to get up and start walking the halls. With my labor for Hadley I was in bed the entire time and no one even asked me what I wanted to do to help with the pain. Let me tell you...walking makes you contract more often, but it helps with pain too. We would creep along at a snail's pace and then when a contraction hit, I would stop and hold the railing along the wall and sway back and forth (like Beth recommended) while David rubbed my back and encouraged me. He tried to make jokes and keep me upbeat, but phew, I was already struggling with the pain! After 30 minutes of walking (probably about 2:30am) I am only 3 cm. Hearing that makes me want to quit...and you can't technically quit labor...so it makes me start asking about an epidural. The nurse seems to think I'll progress quickly once I get to 4 cm and also throws in something about the epidural taking at least an hour (!) because you have to get an entire bag of fluids through the IV before you are able to get the epidural. So...if I have to wait an hour, I might be almost 10 cm anyways...according to her. Part of me wants the medications, but if I have to wait an hour to get relief, forget it. And the stubborn part of me thinks, "I did this with Hadley without drugs, so I should/can do it again!" So, we walk some more. After another 30 minutes I am getting so hot and clammy and getting little waves of nausea. Beth recommends we come back to the room and see how baby is doing and check how much I have progressed. I am about 7 cm and his head is dropping down a ton...ouch. She sees more decelerations on the monitor with each contraction, but decides its because I am progressing so quickly that he is not getting any time to recover between contractions and he is dropping down so quickly. So, she wants me on the monitor, but I cannot handle the pain laying on my back. I really wish I could continue walking. This was so much more intense than what I recall from Hadley's delivery. I stand in the room, kind of leaning my arms forward on the bed...and to be honest...at this point...I am freaking out a little. The pain is beyond words during the contractions. It truly makes you think you will pass out...you want to! But then you get this little heavenly break! I remember asking God to help me many times during those contractions.
Not too much longer, I started feeling pressure suddenly and forcefully and I was at 9 cm! What?! From 4 to 9 in no time! I would say I was shocked, but with the intensity of the pain, I felt as though I had earned every centimeter of progress!! This was about 3:45am, I think. My poor mom was rushing to the hospital at this point and the OB had arrived just in time, too! They made me lay down now and I was still so completely scared. You would think I had never had a baby before...but in that moment you want someone to tell you how long the pain will last, how many times you have to push, etc... I just wanted to know it would end soon! Once Dr. Maydew was ready I asked if I was supposed to push now. She said, "If you feel like it" What?! Come on! You all are supposed to tell me what to do! I am freaking out! But, then I realize they are telling me to wait and listen to my body. And with the next contraction I WAS pushing, almost involuntarily. They told me to really push and when I did push with all my might...I thought "He won't fit!" He felt huge! Truth be told, I pushed with every ounce of my being as they said, "He's almost out! One more big push" because all I wanted was for this big-headed baby to be out! And in those 2 HUGE long pushes, less than 5 minutes, HE WAS OUT! It was instant relief from any pain...not just because he was out...but because I could look down and see this little sweet face that I had waited for for so long to see! Right as his head came out the nurse told me to look (my eyes were closed most of the time in labor and delivery!). And I am so thankful because when I looked, it was incredible! Just like this little version of Hadley staring right at me and I melted! That image will forever be etched in my mind. I did it! I pushed him out and he looks like OUR baby! He looks healthy and "normal" and PERFECT! So, basically 5 hours from nothing to he's here!! That's my kind of labor! And, by the way, I had a pedicure that day and told them to massage the spot on my foot that is a trigger point for contractions (up until that point the pedicurist was avoiding that area). But this day, per my request, the guy worked on that spot (back of the heel) for a looong time...so maybe that did the trick!??
My water broke! Off to the hospital!
WOW! I cannot believe that he is really here!
Being comforted by Daddy
Happiness, gratitude, relief, joy!
Snuggling with Mommy
Meeting Grema
Big SISTER Hadley!! So excited!!
Bama and Papa
Grumps
Uncle Brian

Tenna
Aunt Michelle

Poppy
Uncle Darren