Love reading the birth stories!
Here's mine--a surprise 10 days early (about a week before we were banking on). Due date was 1/20 and she came today, 1/10.
Yesterday I interviewed someone for a freelance article. Interview went late and I merrily told him that I would aim to have my notes all written up before the baby was born (thinking I had a few days) so it would be fresh in my mind. Went home, put DD to bed while DH played basketball, DH and I went to bed (me in guest room) and I conked out around midnight. Woke up at 4 a.m. and thought "This is one of those blessed nights when I sleep for more than an hour or two between wakings!" It was good, deep sleep, too, and I was looking forward to conking back out. I had to pee pretty bad; went to the bathroom and was surprised to see a LOT of bloody mucus. Thought, "Oh, I'm losing my plug, I'll go into labor tomorrow sometime [what happened w/DD 1]. Better get sleep." Lay down and contractions started almost immediately, coming I would guess every 5-10 minutes, though not super intense and only lasting 10-20 seconds or so (I wasn't officially timing). So, I didn't get back to sleep. Made myself drink water, took some Tylenol, got up to pee again. Finally, around 7:30 or 8 a.m. I went into wake up DH and tell him to call into work. Contractions still spaced about the same and the same length, but def. more painful. I told DH I craved whole wheat pancakes for breakfast and he made them for scratch--the first time he's made something from scratch our entire married life. Ended up going w/waffles because easier.
Called midwife and explained how things felt. She said go in to hosp now; she was concerned about me fitting in the antibiotics for GBS. We were still waiting for my sister to arrive and watch DD, and doula hadn't arrived yet either. Sister got here and I ate some (delicious) waffles, knowing I'd throw them up shortly. Called doula to meet us at hosp; DH drove me. I started screaming out the pain in the car--they were getting bad, but still short. Closer together. Every road bump was excruciating. Thankfully we were only 10 min away and they got us checked in quick.
Puked in triage bathroom, which helped me feel better. Trouble differentiating baby's HB from mine on monitor, so the nurse was pressing kind of hard--the slightest weight/pressure on my belly was terrible. But I was already 7.5 cm dilated--this was around10:30 a.m., about 6 hours after contrax started. (W/DD 1, I had contractions for 16 hours and was only at 5 cm at hosp).
Got to delivery room. I was thrashing, cursing, screaming w/pain--the monitor hurt so bad but midwife didn't want it off because they still couldn't pick up baby's heartbeat clearly and were hearing irregularities. I said I wanted an epidural. Threw up again. Midwife said I might not be able to get one in time. After some back and forth with anesthesia and me screaming at a very chill, kind nurse for pressing too hard on my belly to pick up baby's HB, the epidural person came. Couldn't get needle in at first, but in pretty quick order I was feeling sane and more clear-headed. Midwife then made decision to break water so that she could place internal monitor. HB was still irregular so there was a consult w/a high risk pediatrician and some other doctors out in the hallway. They said it probably wasn't anything to worry about but would try to be there for delivery to be sure. PS I was already at 10 cm right after the epidural. It wasn't too strong--I could feel the urge to push (like I had to poop). It took a couple tries to get the hang of it (basically just pretending I was pooping). It felt like a while but then BAM that ring of fire was unmistakeable--I must admit I was super glad I had the epidural at that point (it must have been stronger last time because I didn't feel it w DD 1). It felt like she was clawing her way out. A couple more hellish pushes and there she was.
I pushed for...grand total of 13 MINUTES! No tears, just an abrasion. Midwife was great--it made such a huge difference to have someone there with me the whole time. My doula was amazing and so was DH.
I must say, I'd recommend a quick labor any time :)
Still no name. There a bunch I love, but none seem to quite fit her. We are leaning toward Norah. Middle name Jean after my grandmother. I'm anxious to get her named--I don't like just calling her "baby." Her big sister met her and was beyond sweet--kept calling her "My baby" and asking to "pet her" and leaned over and kissed her. My sister is staying with her and reported that Eliza (DD1) wanted to bake me a cake, so they walked to the co-op and E picked out a cake mix to make. Parents are arriving tonight after a 9-hour drive that they weren't expecting to make until next week!
Oh yeah! 6 lbs 15 oz, 19.25 inches. I had forgotten how utterly tiny newborns were. And knock on wood, this one is WAY calmer than her sister was. The only time she wouldn't stop crying, we figured out she had a massive poop. (She also pooped all over me during skin to skin in delivery room). She seems to be nursing well--a vigorous sucker, though hardly anything's coming out.
ETA--they only got one dose of antibiotics in and too soon before delivery, so they want to keep her for observation until Sunday. Bummer. Because this kid is actually sleeping (unlike her sister) and I want to sleep too! But it's hard at the hospital and I am too wired right now.
She has a bunch of dark hair and looks very little like her sister did. Genetics are a mystery...