My 3rd was a cake walk. I woke up w/ the mildest twinges of labor somewhere between 4 and 6 am, went to church, came home and had a nap and had a normal day, with mild contractions all day long. Around 5-6 I got into a hot bath and just chilled, and at 845 pm I got out of the tub and told my husband it was time to go to the hospital.
Once we got to the hospital, I got into a rocking chair with a heating pad on my back, and that is right where I stayed until she was born in the wee hours of the night. I just rocked and rocked and rocked, eyes closed and kind of meditating quietly then all of the sudden just got up and crawled on the bed and went to work.
Fortunately, my midwife (who was more like an OB than a midwife I discovered too late - her husband is a perinatologist) was not on call, and I got her back up OB who was fantastic! Now he was a real midwife! He shooed nurses out of my room, kept lights down, told everyone to leave me alone ("She knows what she's doing, just get out") and he just popped in now and again to see how I was doing while hanging out having coffee. I didn't even have a heplock b/c he told them not to worry about it, after I insisted that I wasn't having it!
Once I got up on the bed and started to push, he very casually put down his coffee and popped on some gloves, and just caught. No direction, no orders, no panic, no rush, no anything messing with me - just a very relaxed assist. He was the absolute best, most genuine midwife ever. It was almost like a UC in the hospital!
After we were both cleaned up, I bundled my daughter, put all of my belongings in the wheel chair they brought down for me, and with my daughter in my left arm and pushing the wheel chair with my right, I walked us down to my room.
I checked out and went home about 6 hours later.
It was incredible!
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