At midnight on the night of the full moon, I felt a gush of water. I felt pretty nonchalant about it, because this was exactly how my labor began with DS2. Since it took 24 hours for my contractions to begin last time, I resolved myself to not get excited, or rush around to clean and prepare, but to rest and relax. The waters were clear, so I changed my clothes, put on a pad, got back into bed, and decided that I'd call the midwife at a reasonable hour in the morning.
I was having really mild contractions at about 4 minutes apart. I also got an intense, migraine strength headache (how unfair is that?!). I decided that if I was going to get rid of the headache, I was going to have to relax completely, so I got into the bathtub and fell asleep. I was feeling much better by the early morning and the mild contractions had resumed. DH decided that he'd better stay home from work so we had a normal morning and got DS1 ready for school. At 7:45 I went to the bathroom and, to my dismay, saw there was some meconium staining. I called the midwife right away. She said that she'd come right over to check...if the meconium was light, baby showed no signs of distress, and my labor was well under way, then I'd be safe to continue at home. If not, then we'd need to talk about the hospital. Since my contractions were so light, I started mentally preparing myself that I'd probably wind up in the hospital and thought that I should be packing a bag and making arrangements for the kids. My midwife was there by 9am and when she checked me, I was 4-5cm, and the baby sounded perfect! As long as things didn't change, I was good to go at home! I paced and swayed my way around the house hoping that might speed things up, stopping every now and then to rock my way through medium contractions that weren't giving me much trouble at all. My DH and DS2 left at 11:15 to pick DS1 up at school. All of a sudden, everything changed. My contractions became intense and I could actually feel the baby move lower and lower into my back. As he moved, my sounds totally changed to low guttural moans, then panicky whines during a quick transition, and finally primal grunts while pushing. It was, without a doubt, the most raw, intense place I've ever been.
At the last second, I decided that I had to be in the bathtub--even though there was no time to fill it. But I squatted in the empty tub and he crowned immediately. Somehow I was able to listen to the midwives and soften up and breathe and felt him ease out in two pushes--without any tears (I had 2nd degree tears with my first two births)! It was noon--only 45 minutes after I felt my labor get "serious" and my poor DH missed the whole thing! My first surprise was his full head of dark hair (his brothers are blonde) and my second surprise was the delicious chubby rolls of fat he had--he was 8lbs, 12oz--my biggest baby by a full pound.
Edited by frogautumn - 8/6/12 at 9:15am