So, this morning, I woke up pissed. And I cried in Marks arms for a good 10 minutes. He took the older boys to Lowe's for the Build and Grow workshop, while I Facebooked and stalked all my message board peeps..Anyway, around 10ish, I was feeling super uncomfortable. Like my cervix was about to pop out of my body. Anyway, I tried to ignore it and chill on the couch for a bit. It was getting ouchafied and I decided I would try and vacuum a bit. I plugged the vacuum in and it kicked the circuit breaker...Damn.
A friend of mine had texted me saying she was being admitted to have her baby. I was kinda jealous...LOL. I called and chatted with her and she helped me talk through like 27 back to back "pains" (I was in total denial that I was in labor. at this point) We got off the phone and I texted Mark saying that today might be baby day and that he probably wasn't going to be going to work. Soon, I found myself in my room on all fours rocking on my birth ball. I was hoping Dorothy and Derek weren't out here killing each other or tearing stuff up. I texted the midwives and told them that today may just be it. I mean, I was vocalizing and rocking something fierce. I called all of my labor sitters for the kids and didn't get a hold of a single one. Thank God Mark's late-wife's mom lives like 2 seconds away because I was able to get her. Mark walked in pretty much right before his first MIL did. I was on the bed at this point with my birth ball because the hardwoods and my knees didn't agree. These contrax were freaking back to back...Anyway, I sat on the toilet while he filled the tub. I begged him to join me in the tub. He called Beth and then climbed in with me. Every contraction I had, I just wanted him to squeeze me. I was getting cold, so I climbed into bed. (this was like noonish) I got into bed and this is when stuff got super insane. I was screaming and pleading to call 911. And I felt this overwhelming desire to push. Which, I was in denial of. I mean, I had only been in labor all of 2 hours at this point. There was no freaking way I was feeling pushy..I knew deep down that I was in full blown transition..The midwife walked in at 12:50. She checked me and I was pretty scared she would say I was like fingertip or something. She said I was complete and could do what I needed to do. I wanted on my hands and knees so I could grab pillows and scream my lungs out. 9 minutes later, an audible splash of my water breaking, lots of burning, and a few good screams later, I felt him pop out. Man. I am kinda sore, but it really isn't too bad. All in a days work.
Mindie, wife to Mark, not-so-crunchy mom to Dylan (4/04); Devon (6/06); Dorothy (9/07); Derek (12/19/09); Daniel (12/18/10); Newbie D (2/22/12)
Congratulations! This DDC has had the craziest, fastest labors ever!
You're hilarious. Congratulations!
Alicia, wife to an loving and faithful DH, and mama to three fantastic though nutty children (cs, then a fast HBAC, then a fast VBAC!!). Planning a third VBAC, again at home, in February 2016.
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