I gave birth to a little baby sometime over the past few days.
So here goes a birth story.
After going to bed, I kept waking up every hour or so and thought I might be in labor, but I wanted to sleep, so I kept going back to bed. Finally, I couldn’t sleep anymore. I wasn’t completely sure I was in labor until contractions were getting quite intense and coming closer and closer together–under three minutes apart. I woke up Dillon who called the babysitter, and by that time I was wondering if we would make it to the hospital in time.
We actually left before the babysitter arrived (by about a minute). I started to feel the same intensity in my contractions that I did with the other births when I needed to push them out. Which means I may have been fully dilated somewhere around an hour of feeling strong contractions. I thought that at least my water hadn’t broke yet, so I could still make it–and then a few minutes later my water broke.
Dillon ended up calling dispatch, who wanted us to pull over to the side of the road, but instead Dillon drove to the fire station. I was trying hard not to push at that point. I ended up being driven to the hospital in the back of an ambulance.
When I got to the hospital, I skipped triage and they checked and found that I was completely dilated and ready to push a baby out. At that point, though, I had been resisting pushing and trying to calm down and relax so much that I think I may have slowed the pushing stage of labor–it lasted a lot longer than with my other kids. They called the doctor and kept telling me not to push (so many people told me not to push that night). When the doctor finally arrived, I actually didn’t really feel like pushing anymore, but the contractions were still gradually getting my baby down. It was something like an hour or so after coming to the hospital when I finally pushed the baby out of me. Just the very top of the baby’s head was cone shaped when he was born, so I think he stopped descending for a while.
The most important thing, though, is that he was born and he is perfectly healthy. We are both doing well. If we had just lived a little closer to the hospital or I would have realized I really was in labor sooner, it wouldn’t have been quite so exciting of a story. My husband is very glad that I didn’t have a baby on the side of the road in the middle of the night.
I was exhausted after the birth and maybe a little out of it. I do not recommend giving birth to babies in the middle of the night, but I was so glad that I had my baby.
This little baby boy was eight pounds, 20 inches longer (we think he was really longer than that, more like 21) and he looks a lot like his siblings. And MM and BB love their new brother.
More photos will come.