I was in the first stage of labor FOREVER it seemed. At least a month. Sunday was noticeably more uncomfortable. I was having regular contractions every 6-7 minutes lasting about a minute long and as the day went on the peak became more uncomfortable. At my last appointment I was 3 centimeters and about 80% effaced. I wasn't able to relieve the pain as easily using the tub (which honestly is my miracle cure for labor pains) and walking around was making it worse. We went to Matt's parents house for lunch and to decorate their tree. Yearly tradition. Matt and his sister and my brother Ernie were all heading to the Giants game later that night. As the afternoon went on I could feel that things were going to be moving along a bit more. Not enough to tell Matt he should stay home. I was pretty confident that we had time.
That evening he took me home, Matt's parents kept Leah until 7 or so and I laid down and tried to rest. Leah came home and went to sleep. I dealt with the labor pains for the night. I called my doctor around 7. We discussed where I would prefer to labor and I chose to stay home. I told him I wouldn't be surprised if I would be seeing him at the hospital Monday versus his office for my appointment. I dealt with the contractions for the rest of the night and tried to get some rest. Around midnight I became very nauseous and got sick a few times. Around 1 my doc called to see how I was doing. He asked that I call him back in the early morning with an update. At 2 Matt got home from the game and I told him that I was pretty sure we would be going to the hospital in the morning. I sent him to bed for some sleep. He'd been up the night before with me, out all day. He would need the few hours.
At 2:30 I lost my mucus plug and had bloody show. The contractions intensified but they didn't come any closer. Around 4 I felt my stomach change and the contractions got a little closer. I checked the hospital bag, my checklist and got Leah's stuff ready for the next couple of days. Set her clothing out for school and various activities. At 5 I woke Matt up and told him it was time. We woke Leah up and got her ready for his parents' house. We decided not to send her to school. She was exhausted and overly excited. No way to send a kid to school.
I called my OB and let him know we were on our way to the hospital. We dropped Leah off and headed to the hospital. My contractions were still pretty tolerable but I was sure I was at least 5 centimeters. We got to labor/delivery. Changed into my gown and into the triage bed to be checked. My doc was already there. I asked that he check me. I was 5/6 centimeters and 100% effaced. The baby was still up high station wise and had a bit to go. He gave me an hour or so to labor to see how the contractions would go and see if my water would break on its own. The contractions weren't increasing much so I asked that he break my water to see if it would help get things moving a bit more. I would say within a minute of that the contractions jumped from tolerable to incredibly painful. (Looking back I'm not sure I really needed to do this.)
I was moved to the labor delivery postpartum room. It was an unexpected surprise. I was told I wouldn't be allowed to deliver in there because of being high risk and so forth. These rooms are located on the other side of the ward away from the OR. So far the experience at the hospital was not anything like it had been with Leah 5 years earlier. I was happy. My labor/delivery nurse was Esther. Old school West Indian woman with a no nonsense attitude. Perfect for me. So we walked over to LDPR 4 and up into the bed I went.
At this point it was about 7 a.m. The contractions were no longer tolerable and were coming closer together. The baby was handling it well. Heart rate was good. At 8 a.m. I was feeling exhausted and there was some concern that the contractions I was having were actually making it more difficult for the baby to make his way down. My heartrate was up, along with my blood pressure and the baby's heart rate was worrying the doctor. Talk of surgery began. I moved around in the bed and with the help of the nurse everything went back to normal. Within ten minutes the baby had moved down to almost where he needed to be and I was at almost 9 centimeters. At 9 am I was ready to push. I thought I would be pushing forever. At least through a few contractions. First contractions, 4 pushes later, only 5 minutes and viola! baby boy was born.
What was completely unexpected by everyone, especially my doctor *but not the nurse midwife*, was the size of the baby. He was estimated at 8 lbs. It was obvious he wasn't 8 lbs.
I got to help pull him out and put him on my lap. His cord was left to stop pulsing and Matt cut it. I put him to the breast not long after birth. He was taken to the get cleaned up, done right in the room with us. In the meantime the OB took care of the after birth stuff. For the next hour my doc and the nurses watched my bleeding. There was more than usual.
The whole time I was being taken care of Matt had the baby in the room. This was also different from Leah's delivery. Leah was early so she was taken immediately to NICU after being born.
Pictures were taken and the baby went off to the nursery for his bath and so forth. Matt followed.
In the meantime I was stitched and cleaned up. The room was cleaned up. Matt made the necessary phone calls, first one to our wonderful little girl. Leah was so sweet, so excited to come see her brother. We promised her she'd be the first one to see him and hold him.
We spent the next two hours, just Matt, me and the baby together. It was wonderful. A little after noon Leah came with Matt's parents. I will never forget those first moments when Leah saw her brother and held him.
I am blessed. I truly am.