My baby Joseph is here. We're calling him Joey, and he's a perfect little sweetheart.
The birthstory (and oops it is kind of long):
I was in prodromal labor most of last week. We were having a heat wave and I was really miserable.
My contractions picked up a nice pattern around 4am Friday, October 7. They were about 30 minutes apart. I went about my business Friday morning, making a big batch of waffles & French toast to freeze for DS.
At 11am we walked to the park for our Mommy & me class. I was having cntx about 15-20 minutes apart, and I just went with it. I spent a lot of that class on my hands and knees with the kids!
When we got home at around 12:45, DH called, saying he was coming home for lunch. I told him to take the rest of the day off.
I started recording my contractions at 1:20. They picked up in intensity and regularity. We ate lunch, played with DS, did some chores etc. At around 3:30 we took a walk around the neighborhood, and then I got in the shower at 4pm while DH got DS ready for grandma to pick him up.
I labored in the shower for about 30 minutes. It was great in there, and I was using lavender oil so it smelled like heaven.
I rested on our bed at about 5pm, and said "Let's leave for the hospital at 6pm." I was trying to wait out Friday night traffic.
Well, at 5:45, I went to go pee and there was the bloody show. So I said "We gotta go now" and we were out of the house by 6pm.
It took about 30 minutes for us to get from door to door. Some nurses were coming on shift and they spotted us laboring in the parking structure. They asked if I needed a ride or a wheelchair but I declined, because sitting was absolute torture. I walked through several contractions, and at some points just dropped down to my hands and knees on the pavement.
We got to the maternity ward at 6:30pm, and they put me in triage. I was ticked. I didn't realize it was triage and thought it was my L&D room. It had 2 beds and no shower, so I was not pleased. A nurse came in to check me and found I was 8cm with a bulging bag of waters. They started getting a room ready for me right away.
I declined a wheelchair again, and walked to L&D. I gotta say that between contractions, it was the sweetest relief, just absolute ecstasy. I'd stop and verbalize it, "Gosh I feel so good right now."
At about 6:50pm, I got up on the bed, hands and knees, and made it through about 3 contractions before I started moaning that my bag of waters was about to go. I sat up on my heels and pushed, and it SPLASH out it came! The nurses said "You have to turn over now and start pushing". DH said I was kind of bitchy to them. I just couldn't turn over until my contraction was over, and it felt neverending.
I finally turned over but couldn't find a comfortable position to push. They instructed me to just try anyway. The on call OB wasn't even there yet, so they called in an extra nurse, just in case.
About five contractions/pushes later (and the OB got there in the nick of time) Joseph was born at 7:30pm. Almost the same exact time as DS (who was born at 7:29pm on a Saturday...I never get my own OB to deliver me
He is perfectly healthy, nursing very well and sleeping a lot. I'm doing pretty okay too. I did have a 2nd degree tear, but it's not as bad as last time and I'm getting through it without anything but Tylenol and ice packs. Not bad!
Hope all is well with everyone else. Going back to my babymoon now.
The birthstory (and oops it is kind of long):
I was in prodromal labor most of last week. We were having a heat wave and I was really miserable.
My contractions picked up a nice pattern around 4am Friday, October 7. They were about 30 minutes apart. I went about my business Friday morning, making a big batch of waffles & French toast to freeze for DS.
At 11am we walked to the park for our Mommy & me class. I was having cntx about 15-20 minutes apart, and I just went with it. I spent a lot of that class on my hands and knees with the kids!
When we got home at around 12:45, DH called, saying he was coming home for lunch. I told him to take the rest of the day off.
I started recording my contractions at 1:20. They picked up in intensity and regularity. We ate lunch, played with DS, did some chores etc. At around 3:30 we took a walk around the neighborhood, and then I got in the shower at 4pm while DH got DS ready for grandma to pick him up.
I labored in the shower for about 30 minutes. It was great in there, and I was using lavender oil so it smelled like heaven.
I rested on our bed at about 5pm, and said "Let's leave for the hospital at 6pm." I was trying to wait out Friday night traffic.
Well, at 5:45, I went to go pee and there was the bloody show. So I said "We gotta go now" and we were out of the house by 6pm.
It took about 30 minutes for us to get from door to door. Some nurses were coming on shift and they spotted us laboring in the parking structure. They asked if I needed a ride or a wheelchair but I declined, because sitting was absolute torture. I walked through several contractions, and at some points just dropped down to my hands and knees on the pavement.
We got to the maternity ward at 6:30pm, and they put me in triage. I was ticked. I didn't realize it was triage and thought it was my L&D room. It had 2 beds and no shower, so I was not pleased. A nurse came in to check me and found I was 8cm with a bulging bag of waters. They started getting a room ready for me right away.
I declined a wheelchair again, and walked to L&D. I gotta say that between contractions, it was the sweetest relief, just absolute ecstasy. I'd stop and verbalize it, "Gosh I feel so good right now."
At about 6:50pm, I got up on the bed, hands and knees, and made it through about 3 contractions before I started moaning that my bag of waters was about to go. I sat up on my heels and pushed, and it SPLASH out it came! The nurses said "You have to turn over now and start pushing". DH said I was kind of bitchy to them. I just couldn't turn over until my contraction was over, and it felt neverending.
I finally turned over but couldn't find a comfortable position to push. They instructed me to just try anyway. The on call OB wasn't even there yet, so they called in an extra nurse, just in case.
About five contractions/pushes later (and the OB got there in the nick of time) Joseph was born at 7:30pm. Almost the same exact time as DS (who was born at 7:29pm on a Saturday...I never get my own OB to deliver me
He is perfectly healthy, nursing very well and sleeping a lot. I'm doing pretty okay too. I did have a 2nd degree tear, but it's not as bad as last time and I'm getting through it without anything but Tylenol and ice packs. Not bad!
Hope all is well with everyone else. Going back to my babymoon now.
: and Welcome baby Joey!!!
