4.2.2011 - one short week ago
5:00am I wake up to my active guy giving me what feels like a kick in the back and realize I'm sweaty. I roll to my knees to get off the bed and head to the bathroom.
5:15am I am finally awake enough to realize how wet I am, and I call out to J that my water broke. He calmly gets going while I call the on-call midwife. She is incredibly reassuring since I am feeling excited, yet anxious that it was technically still too early to know for sure whether the baby is ready to greet the world. But there is no choice now... the baby should arrive in the next 24 hours somehow for safety, but the midwife suggests that I hang tight and wait for labor (she cites that 65% of women will go into labor within 12 hours of water breaking). I'm still hopeful that it will work out the way I envision, and feel surprisingly relaxed given the immense uncertainty. J heads back to bed so he can keep resting.
5:45am Paying attention - looking for contractions - nothing really. I call my folks to let them know we are having this baby soon and they hop on the road for the ten hour trip from Ohio. I goof around on the computer looking up birthdate history for the 2nd and 3rd. I burn two more cds for the birth room figuring I'm going to in it for the long haul. I start researching labor induction and dealing with the fact that I may not be able to stick with the Alternative Birth Center plan if they have to use pitocin. I start feeling a few contractions that I attempt to time on J's iphone... but they are so weak I can barely tell when they begin and end.
7:00am Aiden wakes up and I hear him talking to his dad. I stand up to get him breakfast and my water breaks again, and according to Aiden, I "wet my pants and shouldn't wait so long next time." He is so excited when we tell him that he gets to go play with Tess while we go have the baby. He asks when he gets to see Gran and Pop and I tell him they are on their way. We pack up his bag with all the random things he's interested in taking - his baby and doctor stuff, egg craft kit, and a book that I'd recorded with my voice. We read the book together as he eats his breakfast.
7:30am I get a call from the midwife saying that she just read my chart and that since I haven't had the Strep B test that I should come in to get the antibiotic treatment in my system - since they have to assume that I'm positive. I was still waiting for contractions to pick up, but there were a few cramps as I gathered all my things. I call our friend to let her know what is going on and she was pretty surprised! I tell her that we will be by with Aiden probably around 8:15am. I take a shower and get everything ready to go.
8:00am We head out the door to drop Aiden off and I'm starting to feel a strange sense of urgency to get going. My contractions are still nothing really, but I could feel the baby pushing against my back pretty hard. Aiden is so bouncy and excited and I'm so relieved that we have a plan that he is excited about, and I don't have to worry about him having a good day. We drop Aiden off and he gives us some big hugs and trots right in to play.
8:45am As I'm on the phone with my sister, we are pulling off the freeway to the hospital. I'm feeling squirmy on the bumpy roads because the baby is pushing on my back, but still weak contractions. We calmly park and walk into the hospital. There is no one at the triage window waiting, and it is strangely quiet in the waiting area. They take me back for check in, and as they are taking my blood pressure I get a crazy contraction. They have to take my blood pressure over and over again because it's slightly high. They ask about my contraction pain and I think I tell them it's about a 6 out of 10.
9:05am They finally take me back to a triage room and put the monitor on to track the baby. They check me and I'm at 4 centimeters, zero station, and 90% effaced. I feel pretty good about that overall because it seems like everything is primed to pick up and be effective without induction. They don't seem to be in any rush to get me upstairs and my midwife hasn't checked in yet. Turns out the midwife on call is the one I'd never met before and I don't even know her last name.
9:15am There is a commotion outside our room as a women arrives ready to deliver at 10cm - She's moaning and it's not really what you want to hear when you're getting ready for the same show. The nurses start bickering about something outside our room as I start feeling some pretty heavy duty pain. I walk down the hall to the bathroom as the nurses are apologizing to each other. J is so wonderful helping me focus on being calm and relax everything just like jello as the pain washes over me. He is feeding me pumpkin muffin and water. I'm really wanting to get upstairs.
9:30am The nurse comes in to put an IV in to get the antibiotic going for the strepB (which I probably didn't actually have). The needle does not go in well, and pinches like crazy. I get upset and she must really notice that I'm not quite as calm as before. J is being the best advocate for me and asking if there is a way to make it more comfortable so that I can relax. She leaves and I am crying and feeling incredible nonstop pain. Thanks to J's help I'm able to refocus.
9:45am The nurse luckily asked to get me rechecked and I'm at 8cm! I am nearly begging to be taken upstairs. They don't seem to respond since my midwife isn't even there yet. I then change my attitude, and J says I wasn't even upset anymore and just said, "Ok fine, I'll just have the baby right here!" My midwife comes in the room and quickly introduces herself. They immediately have all hands on deck and I'm being wheeled straight to the elevator. I have to admit that this was all a big blur really. I remember telling my midwife that the most important thing to me was to hold the baby immediately after he is born. Then I start getting the shakes and I can't really control them.
9:59am We arrive at the Alternative Birth Center doorway, and I'm so relieved. (We know it was 9:59am because it was recorded on my chart) They wheel me to the side of the bed and I'm not sure that I can make it off the gurney since my legs are so shaky. I crawl into the bed on my hands and knees and feel this incredible urge to push. I tell them I need to go to the bathroom before she checks me again - and the nurse looks me right in the eye and says that is the baby! The midwife asks me if I like my socks and I'm so confused - I don't think I respond but J swipes my socks for me. He was so wonderful at just jumping in to help me (seriously, he got so many compliments from the nurses)
10:09am I start feeling an incredible burning sensation. I'm amazed that the "burning ring of fire" and everything you read about in the natural birth books is true. I flip over onto my back and J is supporting my back. She checks me and the baby is crowning. They ask J to hold my shaky leg back, and then she tells me to push. I honestly couldn't have held back at that point. One push and we welcome Keaton to our family!