Thankfully I slept great that night but I woke up Sunday morning at 5:00 am May 25 with real contractions. And they were strong enough for me to accept the term (real contractions) and not just call it a Braxton hicks. I knew it could be just early or they could fizzle and go away but I decided to just try and go back to sleep. Well because of pregnancy insomnia I couldn’t sleep, but it definitely wasn’t time to get up yet so I just spent some time timing them out of curiosity and making sure I was in a different position for each one just because knowing that movement and changing positions only helps labor and baby in the long run anyway. About 6:00am Carrson came in to our room ready to get up for the day but I told him just crawl in bed and go back to sleep it wasn’t time to wake up yet (he’s always been an early bird). He tossed and turned next to me for about an hour and because I was having the contractions and he was moving the bed all over the place I kicked him out to the living room at 7am and told him he could get up and watch TV and eat breakfast. The contractions at this point were really random 8-10-12-20 min apart and I know that labor, if that’s what this is, is still really far off. The only thing that kept me engaged in the contractions was the way they felt. Otherwise I would have just ignored them altogether. At about 7:30am I decided to get up and get some laundry finished and the house picked up a little and was hoping the change of activity would be able to help me pin point exactly what was going on here. Would it regulate them? Would they go away? They spread out to sometimes 15-20-30 min apart but again, the intensity of them I was confused by. Why were they feeling this way when they were so far apart? I text my mom to tell her just a heads up because my brother also had a baseball game that day and I wanted her to be prepared to drive her own car out there in case she had to leave early to come home to me if this was the real deal. Well luckily his game was cancelled and we didn’t have to worry about that. She text me about 10:00 am and asked if they were still coming and what my plan was. I still didn’t really have one. All I knew is that I wasn’t feeling up to going to Carrson’s game, but I felt comfortable enough sending Rusty and the two big kids because sure the contractions kept coming but it wasn’t regular at all yet. So off they went at about 11:00am and my mom and youngest sister came to get Violet and I for a pedicure. Disguising contractions in public so you don’t freak people out is always fun but that’s what I did. My mom could tell when I was having one and I am sure my pedicure lady was a little nervous (you know cause my baby could pop out of my uterus at any second and make a mess of the whole salon…ya right) but I made it through the pedicure with only 3 contractions. So that was awesome. After that, I wasn’t ready to go home yet and had a target gift card my grandmother had just sent and decided to head there and walk around for a while and grab a few baby things. Again, hiding from the public the python squeezing happening in my uterus. We would hide down the aisles and pull over randomly and stop but things still were not getting any closer at this point. We headed back to my moms house and let Violet run around and play and once we got to her house contractions were probably 7-8 min apart. I still was convinced that things would stop and go away and actually was really hoping they would because I had NO plans to stay up all night and babysit these contractions. Maternal exhaustion is a laboring moms worst nightmare. I had every intention if they didn’t shape up go knock myself out with some benedryl. I was going to sleep that night darn it. By this time I was ready for Rusty to come home. He was finishing lunch with the kids after the baseball game and quickly got his check and paid and left. He took them all to his moms so we could go see the chiropractor whom I had text just a few min earlier asking if She could adjust me and see what position he was in and why things were patterned (or lack thereof) the way they were. We got to her house about 4:30 and she worked on me with an adjustment and a few positional things for about a half hour and sent us home for a walk and a bath to see if any of that would help. I only had 2 contractions while I was at her house so things seemed to be spreading out again so I felt confident dropping my mom off at her house and just Rusty and I going home to take a walk and see what would happen from there. About half way through our walk at 5:15pm it starts raining. We stick it out though because it was nice to be able to just walk just the two of us in the light rain. It ended up getting much heavier and we turned around and went home. I had maybe 3-4 contractions while out walking but wasn’t timing them anymore. When we got back I took a HOT shower and man that felt amazing. Decided to try and relax my uterus by taking an Epsom salt bath with the essential oil blend called Balance and enjoyed that as long as I could. I ended up getting out because I kept having contractions while sitting in the tub. So I got out dried off got halfway dressed (shorts & sports bra) and the contractions kept coming. I decided to start timing them again and to my surprise they were 3-4 min apart and they kept coming. This was about 6:15pm I realized all this. I then text my midwives and birth team for a heads up updating them on what had been going on all day and what my plans were. I planned to time them for another half hour and see where they were going to go and then I would let them know if I wanted them to come or not. My mom made dinner at her house in the mean time and brought some spaghetti over. I should have known then when I couldn’t eat much of it things were changing. I start to lose track of exact times at this point but the order of events that things happened in were still clear. We had my mom pick up the kids from my mother in law and we just planned to put them to bed at home like normal and call my mother in law to come over if it indeed was baby time. Rusty started having to squeeze my hips during contractions and that’s when he asked “babe have you told anyone yet?”, “Yes I text them all”, “ok good” the behind the scenes prep work started and I just went in to labor land. Contraction/rest/contraction/rest repeat. Before I knew it people were showing up and this show was on the road. Remember my awesome hot shower and bath from just an hour or two earlier? Well now it was time to fill the birth pool and the water ran out really quickly so they all had to start boiling water to try and get it warm enough. Thankfully by some miracle of god they got enough water in there to where I could finally get in because things were getting more intense and I just wanted in the freaking birth pool! I had a few more contractions and then I felt transition hit. The moment where you don’t want to do this anymore you just want it all to stop and go away. Thankfully I also know that this point means baby is almost here and the next few pushing contractions came and I could feel him coming down. Finally my water broke, well more like popped because of the pressure and then next thing I know his head is out. I got a little break again and then the next contraction came and I expected him to just slide on out but my midwife had to help him just a little with his sticky shoulders. They weren’t stuck but they needed a little help once she helped him wiggle down he came right out and I reached down and brought him right up to my chest! Those are moments you just never ever will forget! He was here! After all day of I don’t know what’s going on, to a quick 4 hours of, OK here is labor. Bowen was born in to my arms at 10:25pm just one day after his due date! Crazy! The kids were woken up to come see but were like walking zombies so my mother in law took them back to bed but P stuck around woke up and cut the cord with daddy. He then spent the rest of the night just inspecting every inch of him falling completely in love a million times over. He didn’t go to bed till 2:30 am after everyone left.
Bowen weighed 7lbs 14oz and was 21 in long with a 14in head.
Some random details I want to remember so I’ll add them here:
it ended up storming that night just like when I had P in May 2009. My birth team was epic. What amazing friends to love and support me filled my house. They just went to work helping and making sure that whatever had to be done was done and that most importantly the birth tub got filled haha! I will forever be thankful for that!
I have the best husband ever. He is an absolute rock star labor support. He always loves to make people laugh even if he thinks I don’t notice because I’m in labor…I can still hear the giggles let’s focus a little here ok! Sheesh! Haha.
My two sisters and mom are the best hip squeezers around without their support not only physically but emotionally I couldn’t do this.
My sweet mother in law for always taking such good care of our older kiddos during labor. And that she must be hard of hearing she says she never hears me yelling from the other room while in labor, I think she’s just trying to make me feel better ha!
And to my midwives who were amazing this entire journey from the very first scared realization back in September, they’ve gently held my hand and walked me through this not only emotionally but spiritually as well. To have care providers that genuinely love you is an amazing feeling. I wish all moms could feel that.
To my chiropractor, I can’t even begin to put in to words how much you mean to me. I am so thankful for you in more ways than one. Making sure my mind was in the right place, letting me vent, addressing my fears, and for keeping me happy and walking, despite that terrible SPD that tried to cripple me, a million times thank you!