At 3:30am the next morning I woke up really uncomfortable and realized I was having crampy contractions that were keeping me awake. I got back to sleep but at about 6am they were too uncomfortable to lay though and so I got up made myself breakfast and texted my doula Mari. They were scattered about and seemed to sometimes be so far apart it seemed like they'd just go away like they had before. I got back to sleep for a few hours and then got up for the day.
All day I had contractions, nothing to write home about though, they were in no pattern, not intense and I just went about my day. I put on the TENS unit at about 3pm and had it on most of my labor.
My son had a school fundraising night at Sport Bounce and I thought it would be good for him to get out since he hadn’t had school all week. The contractions seemed to get a little more intense there but I attributed it to being the worst place to be in early labor ever. We left early and Greg picked up some food on the way home. I kind of knew we were going to actually have a baby soon when I turned down Five Guys in favor of some soup at home.
It wasn’t long after we got home, about 6:30 or so that I told Greg he should call his Aunt who was coming to watch DS and call our Doula to see how soon she could be there. Mari our doula said she could be there at 8pm and Tammy was going to leave and be there at about 8:30 or so. At about 7pm the contractions got very intense and I recognized it as being actual active labor. I had it in the back of my mind to call Wendy who was on call that night but I still thought that I could be laboring well into the night and pushed the thought aside with the next contraction. So we didn’t call her!
There were a few contractions before Mari got there that were very tough to get though and I spent some time working to get comfortable. I had nice breaks between them although they were about 2 minutes apart, I felt pretty good for a minute or so once I recovered. I never had a break after my water broke in early labor with my DS so I think I thought I still had some time.
Mari arrived at about 8pm and started helping me though contractions and trying different positions. Probably at about 8:30 things really picked up and there were a few that were very very hard to get though without getting a little panicky. Probably about 8:45 Tammy arrived and started asking questions when she came though the door, I started having a contraction and couldn’t get it together because of the talking. I pretty much lost it for the remainder of the contractions because of the noise. I had a couple and Mari said we should think about heading to the hospital soon. I hadn’t thought of it but agreed with her. Greg came back up from taking a bathroom break and I told him I wanted to go ahead. Everyone started getting stuff together and the next contraction my water broke and I felt an immediate need to push and got very very vocal. I yelled that my water broke and that I was pushing and Mari said we either needed to get to the hospital now or have the baby at home. Everyone rushed me to the car and I got in the seat before I had another contraction, we were pulling out at about 9 or so. The next contraction I could feel his head come down and started getting freaked out that I was going to have him in the car. I pretty much tried my best not to screamed though contractions and tried not to push on the way there. Greg went about 80 the 5 minute drive and even went though a light I believe. I could feel his head come down during a contraction and then slip back up after. I was a totally rational person between them but a crazy person during!
On the way over Mari called Wendy our midwife on call and also called ahead to the hospital and told them I was in active labor, my water had just broken and I was feeling pushy. Later on Wendy told us that it somehow translated to me being in labor and “uncomfortable”.
We arrived at the hospital in about 5 or 10 minutes and when we got there they rushed me in and got me a room. I didn’t have a contraction until I got up in the bed. I was at the place where I could let go but it was still really hard to do. I got into a sort kneeling against the back of the upright bed position. For some reason that seemed the right way to be although the OB on call wasn’t happy about it. They were trying to get the babies heart rate and couldn’t get it that position so they made me flip over, she checked me and said “oh the baby is right here”. All I could think of was DUH! I flipped back over because being on my back was way too much. I had maybe another one or two contractions and the OB and nurses all wanted me to flip over again, I wasn’t able to move at all during contractions and not very motivated in between. The OB got insistent that I turn and the nurse started to try and help me over but I clung to the side of the bed and felt down because I thought I might be able to put a little counter pressure to help me turn. When I felt he was crowning and they got me flipped over and with a little push from me his head was born. One more push and he was here!
Wendy made it there just in time to save me from getting a stitch from the OB on call and to help me deliver the placenta! I really couldn’t believe that he came that fast, he surprised everyone.
Asher Kingston didn’t have a name until the next day when we decided on it . He was 8.5 pounds and (later measured accurately) at 21 inches long. He was born at 9:18pm, active labor picked up at about 7pm so it was a very short active labor and pushing phase!