...and three hours later I went into labor!
Sunday night, we put DS1 down for bed at eightish. He usually sits in there and fiddles around with his trucks in the bed for a while afterwards. DH put a pizza in the oven and I went into the bathroom to take a shower. I had the vent fan on, but I heard a very clear *thud* that did not sound like a toy being chucked out of the bed...I couldn't hear anything else because of the fan, but almost immediately after the thud I heard DH rounding the corner at full speed, so I started pulling clothes back on. He appeared at the bathroom door with a crying DS, who had blood all over him. He'd been standing on the bed with his knees against the flip-up rail, and I guess he flipped right over it and landed on his face. DH said he was sitting up looking at the blood when he got in there. We mopped him up and checked him over - he was freaked out over the blood, but otherwise seemed okay. His nose was a mess, though. Other than using the most pathetic little voice ever, he was acting normally, so we decided to see how he looked in the morning. We sat with him until he fell asleep. Fortunately, I elected to call my parents and tell them what'd happened, just in case I went into labor in the middle of the night and didn't think to explain why he looked like a prizefighter in the rush to leave.
So, I started having contractions at 11:30 that night. I thought I got a little blurp of fluid, but it may have been my plug popping out (my water broke first last time, so I never saw that plug). I lay down in bed, thinking "Why does this have to happen now, when I'm worried about DS1?" but after a couple of definite contractions, I figured I'd better get over it.
I called my folks as soon as I knew what was going on...they came when I asked them to at about 1am on Monday, and took DS1 to their house to stay until DH could collect him. He was fine when we woke him up, btw - just had a very funny-looking nose. His grandparents were impressed.
I'm going to omit most of the hospital part, because I wasn't terribly pleased with the staff. Suffice it to say that when a second-time mother who went without drugs the first time tells you she's having contractions and would like a chance to get comfy before any sort of internal, you shouldn't tell her that she should drink a lot of water, and then she'll probably be sent home, since evidently having any sort of control during a contraction means it isn't really a contraction if her water hasn't broken. Never mind that she's there on her due date. Anyway, when I was ready I told her to go ahead and check me, and I was at 7cm (in an amazing coincidence, the same place I was when I got to the hospital with the first baby). Her attitude changed real quick.
We got to the hospital at about two, I let her check me around three-ish...? She must've called the OB that was covering for mine and told her to step it up, because she got there fairly quickly. She walked in, introduced herself, and I said, "That's great, get your stuff on - I'm ready to push." She checked me, I was complete (surprise) and after waiting through a couple of non-pushy contractions, I got a good one. I got up into a squat in the middle of it because I didn't like the way things were tightening up (it does help, btw) and that's how I gave birth. It gives a new perspective to the amount of goo that comes out with a baby when you end up standing in it.
DS2 was 8lb, 12oz, and 20" long. My labor was about 4.5 hours. I don't think my contractions ever got regular, either - I just abruptly thought, "ooh, time to push!" I guess it's a good thing I didn't wait too long to go to the hospital, although I think I'd've preferred a homebirth to the snotty nurse. I just didn't want to change the sheets afterwards.
We went home on Tuesday morning - I don't like being in a hospital and having people in and out of the room all the time. The bright spot was the student nurses who took care of me. They were both terrific, and the nursing instructor was also a midwife (whee!) so we all sat about and had some nice conversations.
On the very, very upside, this baby seems to be MUCH more apt at breastfeeding than DS1 was. I was considering scheduling an appointment with the LC just to make sure everything was okay, but this morning he's wet every diaper, had three poops,and he's only a little bit yellow. I'm reaaaaaaally hoping he's got the idea down, but I'll be off to the LC like a shot if I think there might be a problem.
Sunday night, we put DS1 down for bed at eightish. He usually sits in there and fiddles around with his trucks in the bed for a while afterwards. DH put a pizza in the oven and I went into the bathroom to take a shower. I had the vent fan on, but I heard a very clear *thud* that did not sound like a toy being chucked out of the bed...I couldn't hear anything else because of the fan, but almost immediately after the thud I heard DH rounding the corner at full speed, so I started pulling clothes back on. He appeared at the bathroom door with a crying DS, who had blood all over him. He'd been standing on the bed with his knees against the flip-up rail, and I guess he flipped right over it and landed on his face. DH said he was sitting up looking at the blood when he got in there. We mopped him up and checked him over - he was freaked out over the blood, but otherwise seemed okay. His nose was a mess, though. Other than using the most pathetic little voice ever, he was acting normally, so we decided to see how he looked in the morning. We sat with him until he fell asleep. Fortunately, I elected to call my parents and tell them what'd happened, just in case I went into labor in the middle of the night and didn't think to explain why he looked like a prizefighter in the rush to leave.
So, I started having contractions at 11:30 that night. I thought I got a little blurp of fluid, but it may have been my plug popping out (my water broke first last time, so I never saw that plug). I lay down in bed, thinking "Why does this have to happen now, when I'm worried about DS1?" but after a couple of definite contractions, I figured I'd better get over it.
I called my folks as soon as I knew what was going on...they came when I asked them to at about 1am on Monday, and took DS1 to their house to stay until DH could collect him. He was fine when we woke him up, btw - just had a very funny-looking nose. His grandparents were impressed.
I'm going to omit most of the hospital part, because I wasn't terribly pleased with the staff. Suffice it to say that when a second-time mother who went without drugs the first time tells you she's having contractions and would like a chance to get comfy before any sort of internal, you shouldn't tell her that she should drink a lot of water, and then she'll probably be sent home, since evidently having any sort of control during a contraction means it isn't really a contraction if her water hasn't broken. Never mind that she's there on her due date. Anyway, when I was ready I told her to go ahead and check me, and I was at 7cm (in an amazing coincidence, the same place I was when I got to the hospital with the first baby). Her attitude changed real quick.
We got to the hospital at about two, I let her check me around three-ish...? She must've called the OB that was covering for mine and told her to step it up, because she got there fairly quickly. She walked in, introduced herself, and I said, "That's great, get your stuff on - I'm ready to push." She checked me, I was complete (surprise) and after waiting through a couple of non-pushy contractions, I got a good one. I got up into a squat in the middle of it because I didn't like the way things were tightening up (it does help, btw) and that's how I gave birth. It gives a new perspective to the amount of goo that comes out with a baby when you end up standing in it.
DS2 was 8lb, 12oz, and 20" long. My labor was about 4.5 hours. I don't think my contractions ever got regular, either - I just abruptly thought, "ooh, time to push!" I guess it's a good thing I didn't wait too long to go to the hospital, although I think I'd've preferred a homebirth to the snotty nurse. I just didn't want to change the sheets afterwards.
We went home on Tuesday morning - I don't like being in a hospital and having people in and out of the room all the time. The bright spot was the student nurses who took care of me. They were both terrific, and the nursing instructor was also a midwife (whee!) so we all sat about and had some nice conversations.
On the very, very upside, this baby seems to be MUCH more apt at breastfeeding than DS1 was. I was considering scheduling an appointment with the LC just to make sure everything was okay, but this morning he's wet every diaper, had three poops,and he's only a little bit yellow. I'm reaaaaaaally hoping he's got the idea down, but I'll be off to the LC like a shot if I think there might be a problem.
Congrats! Great story!
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