October 5th was my due date for our sweet baby girl, but that day came and went quickly. And then a few more days went, and a few more days after that. We were getting incredibly anxious to meet her, but in all honesty I was more stressed than anxious. Stressed that she wouldn’t come on time and I would have to be induced again. With Hendrix I went so far overdue that I had no choice but to induce my labor. My goal was to always have a natural delivery, without any induction or pain medication. But Hendrix being my first, I wasn’t sure what to expect, and once I ended up getting induced, my contractions were (to me) unbelievably painful for a very long time, and I figured because I already had medication to start the contractions I knew my labor wasn’t going to be all that natural so I caved and got epidural as well.
I had my final Doctor appointment on Friday Oct 14th, where he told me that he would like to induce me on the following Monday. I was having quite a few false labor contractions over the past couple of days and I knew that my body was almost ready to go into labor naturally, so if I didn’t happen over the weekend I was fairly positive that I was going to decline the induction. I was adamant about letting my body go into labor naturally.
That Friday night I started having contractions, around 7PM. They were coming every 10 minutes or so, and were not very painful. I didn’t know what it was, but I just felt that this wasn’t labor so I went to bed, to see if the contractions would go away, the contractions started to get less and less painful and longer distances apart as I started to fall asleep. Sure enough Saturday morning came and I felt totally normal again, the contractions were no longer present. The same thing happened again Saturday night, 10 minutes apart, and not overly painful. I woke up Sunday morning feeling defeated, feeling as if my body can’t do the thing it’s supposed to do. All I could think about was “one more day before induction.”
Sunday Oct 16th started out like the previous days, sad, frustrated I wasn’t in labor and was doubting if I was ever going to go into labor naturally. Woke up, had breakfast, washed the floors, and got my eyelashes done ( Hendrix has been waking up awfully early lately and it’s amazing what you can accomplish before noon when you are out of bed at 6 ). I put Hendrix down for a nap around 2PM and Steve went and met up with some friends to watch a football game, then I started getting some contractions. Again I was sure these were false contractions, although they were coming earlier than the previous days, so I just continued with my day like normal, I honestly didn’t even tell Steve about them while he was gone. My mom was coming over around 5 to pick Hendrix up to go swimming, that’s when the contractions started to get more painful and closer together, but still not painful enough to convince me I was on labor.
As the contractions were continuing, I was talking to a friend of mine who suggested I take a bath to relax, and if my contractions were to continue then maybe it was time to start believing that I was actually in labor! So Bath time, and boy was it relaxing ( in-between those pesky contractions ) I bathed for about an hour, and my contractions were as consistent as ever, so once I got out of the bath I told Steve that I was in labor, but still early stages of it.
Around 8 my mom came home with Hendrix, and we put him to bed. We told him that your baby sister is coming really soon, and that tonight you are going to have a sleep over with your uncle Jordan (Steve’s friend who was staying over), and that when you wake up you get to come meet your baby sister! Hendrix loved that, we have been talking about his baby sister for months now and I could tell he was very anxious to meet her. After putting Hendrix to bed, my contractions were still 5 minutes apart. My sister had popped by and witnessed at least 4 contractions, she could tell I was in pain but said they looked very manageable, which to me they were.
At this time Steve is begging me to go to the hospital (he is very cute when he stresses), but I was still convinced that I was in early labor and I didn’t want to be sent home, that would be to disappointing, after stressing about not going into labor naturally, to finally convince myself that I am, and to be told that … No in fact you are not… that would be so frustrating. Around 930 Steve and I decide to go for a walk outside, to help move along the labor, but nixed that idea quickly because, well we live in Canada, and it was much too cold out. While we were on that minute and a half walk Steve was begging me again and again to go the hospital, but I was still sure that it was too early, he finally gave in and told me that it’s my body and he will trust me. Again I just couldn’t handle being sent home, or even getting pressured into getting an epidural or some form of medication to hurry things along.
I tried going to bed after, not knowing what else to do, but the contractions were too much and there was no way I was going to get any sleep. I finally caved and told Steve that we might as well go to the hospital so I could at least walk to halls and try to dilate quicker and possibly get this baby out faster. We left our house around a quarter to 11, and headed to the Grey Nuns.
It took a while to get through triage, while waiting for the orderly to arrive I still couldn’t help but think that we came too early, and that I was going to be sent home. The orderly came with a wheelchair, but I felt fine and I walked upstairs, and once upstairs they monitored Indies heart rate. The nurse started asking me questions, and then she said “ let’s see if you are actually in labor “, after that comment I was discouraged. I knew it I came to early, and I was going to be sent home, and I was going to have to be induced in the morning (or most likely decline the induction). I looked at Steve, and he knew I was giving him the ‘ I told you so look ‘. But the look went un-warranted because once the nurse checked to see how dilated I was she told me quite shockingly that I was 7 Cm’s and that we needed to into a delivery room immediately!
We walked a few steps into the delivery room and as soon as we got into the room, I had my strongest contraction yet. This is when the nurse asked me if I would like any medication to help manage the pain. It was a painful contraction, but I felt that the pain was still very manageable, and I didn’t want to rush any decisions. The nurse also helped by saying that I looked like I was handling myself very well for being 7 Cm’s dilated. Soon after I had another ridiculously strong contraction, at this point I was still standing and this contraction almost took me to my knees. I had to hold onto Steve because my legs were shaking so bad. As the contraction came to an end, I felt something in-between my legs and said “There’s something coming out of me!”. At this time both the nurse and Steve told me to lay down. Once I was laying on the bed, the nurse quickly called for the Doctor, and told me that “ the thing you feel between your legs, is in fact your bag of waters”.
Everything started happening so quickly, and before I even had time to think the Doctor was in the room, she quickly broke my water , and before I could react to anything I had another contraction. With this contraction the doctor told me that it was time to start pushing. PAIN, so much pain I honestly didn’t think I could do it, I was screaming mainly out of pain but also out of fear. I was already in this uncontrollable amount of pain, and it just started! I just kept on thinking, WHY didn’t I get that epidural! It felt as if my body was getting ripped in half. Honestly I hardly pushed, my body did most of the work and after that first contraction of pushing my beautiful baby girls head was free! Contraction was done, and a little relief hit me for all of about 30 seconds, then I realized that it wasn’t over. Just like the one before another contraction over took my body, and the Doctor told me to push….. I couldn’t (but I did) and before I knew it , she was here, 12:02 AM. It honestly happened so quickly, I still had my shirts on and I wasn’t even changed into a hospital gowned yet, but I was dying to do some skin on skin with my baby for the first time, so I took my shirt off right then and there, and then there she was on my chest for the first time!
The funny thing was, after it was all said and done, I texted my Mom and sisters a photo, and they all thought it was a prank! They thought it was a photo of the night Hendrix was born, they couldn’t believe that her birth was so quick. Just a half hour earlier I was only 7 Cm’s and feeling great!
I honestly couldn’t of imagined a better birth. I am so thankful to have had a beautiful and natural delivery, just like I’ve always wanted! I felt fairly good the whole time, well other than those last 4 excruciating contractions in the delivery room. Even the recovery has been going great, I felt much better WAY faster than I did with Hendrix. Even by day 4 I was feeling almost like my old self again… Feeling pretty good about a #3 now! 🙂
Just before I got checked to see how far dilated I was
On our way home!