Update: baby boy now has a name! August Winston (Gus).
Some more birth details -
I was pretty sure that at some point that night labor would start, given all the signs that things were heading that direction. Right after midnight I woke up feeling crampy, nothing serious or time-able but I couldn't go back to sleep, so I read for a while. At about 2, DS woke up and wanted me to be next to him. I wasn't in real labor yet, so I lied down in his bed. He must have sensed something was up and would NOT go back to sleep. Crampiness turned to contractions as I was lying there, but they were still way far apart, like 10-15 minutes. I started worrying about not getting sleep and having to labor exhausted like I did with DS.
Finally they were strong enough that I couldn't stay in bed. I told DS to go watch TV with dad, since it was clear he wasn't going back to sleep. This was around 3:30. I was starving, so I walked in circles in the kitchen eating my labor snack (equal parts butter, coconut oil, and coconut butter with honey and vanilla, frozen in bites - perfect labor food because they melt and you don't have to chew anything). Contractions were stronger but still not very close together.
I got in the shower at 4 and that flipped the switch into active labor. I had to moan through contractions and they were suddenly coming 2-3 minutes apart, some with double peaks and lasting forever. I got out and told DH to call the midwife - it was clear by then that it would go quickly. My mom came to be with DS, still happily watching movies.
Went to the bedroom, kneeling on the floor at the foot of the bed, timed a few contractions, some as little as 30 seconds apart. Soon it got to where there was no break - just peak after peak with no rest in between. I couldn't get comfortable at all, started feeling panicky that the midwife wasn't there yet. I did not feel in control at all and it definitely wasn't the peaceful birth experience i had imagined. I was yelling, cursing, shaking. I told DH I was going to throw up, and as he was getting the trash can my water broke. Throwing up during a contraction is pretty terrible.
The midwife finally got there, just her because her assistant was sick (backup assistant didn't make it in time). She and DH were both amazing, keeping me from thinking I was actually dying. I started feeling pushy soon after she got there.
Pushing sucked, it was just another layer of intensity. Nothing slowed down at all, so I just had constant pressure in addition to constant contractions. I think I was chanting "no no no no" at that point. Each time I pushed in earnest it was moving he baby a lot, so I mostly ended up panting and pushing in bursts when I couldn't keep myself from pushing. Fortunately he crowned slowly enough that I didn't really tear.
Two more pushes for his body and he was out! And it was instantly all better. I hope my birth story isn't scary to anyone, especially those of you who haven't had your babies...it was really hard, but when it's over it's OVER. And I immediately felt great - I was up and about and energetic right away (though I still spent all day in bed, sleeping when I got the chance). Everything is forgotten so fast, as soon as you hold that little (or not so little!) bundle.
We were all shocked that it was a boy! At first he looked nothing like DS or us, but now that his face is less puffy he looks a bit like DS. Nursing is going pretty well, just general soreness and he only latches on one side well if we're lying down.
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