My new motto is, "When I wait, things happen REALLY fast." .... so utterly profound, I know.
I was scheduled to be induced on Friday the 27th. My Dr. gave me the choice between Friday or Saturday but I felt that the kids being at school would have been easier for whomever was with them. You all know how much I was dreading an induction... so on Thursday I prayed like all get out, went on a walk through the field with my kiddos, did some weeding in our strawberry patch, and even made a batch of laundry soap.
I woke up at around 1:40 Friday morning to very light contractions that felt very pinchy. I laid in bed until 2 more contractions had passed. I decided to take a shower and see if things would change. During my shower they became a bit more intense but were erratic. Every other one was strong. The only thing that concerned me was that they were less than 5 minutes apart. I decided to call my sister (45 minutes away and sleeping) and to wake DH up.
I wasn't watching the clock at all because I was too busy getting everthing settled. I gave DH permission to take a 2 minute shower and had him call my inlaws so that we didn't have to wait for my sister to come. They live next door. A blessing in disguise! As my FIL got to the door we were just about in the truck. I told him that we'd call the kids in for school and that my sister would be there shortly.
DH was a champ behind the wheel. He was perfect. About 2 contractions into the drive I had to vocalize through them. While driving it was easier to time them. They were anywhere from 1 1/2 to 2 minutes apart. The longest one lasted 2 minutes! It took us 20 minutes to get to the hospital.
Dh dropped me off at the ER. I walked in and told them my name before I reached the desk, had a contraction, answered a couple of questions and told them I needed to go up right away. She called triage for a chair. I sat down all the while having contractions. The next nurse asked me more questions and I told her that I had to go now. I dropped my sandals for DH to pick up and untied my pants on the ride. As we were entering the room I told the nurse that the baby was not waiting. I stood up at the end of my next contraction and dropped my pants and ripped off my tank top. I got onto the bed, was checked and the nurse told me that I was complete!!! I needed her to repeat that information. 2 contractions later my body began to push. Juliet was born with 2 contractions of bearing down. Instead of crowning, she came out past her shoulders. Then I had to push once for the rest of her body. She was born at 2:54 AM ... note that my labor started at 1:40 AM!!!!
DH said, "It's a boy!, Wait! It's a girl!" I'll never forget that. My instincts were finally right on the sex of the baby. I am so happy to have this blessing in our lives and in our family. She looks just like her big sister but has a head of dark hair. She has been nursing like a champ. My milk came in on Saturday already.
I couldn't have asked for a better birthday present. What a true gift.