WARNING: another long birth story post below. Again, if birth stories are not your thing, stop now!
I feel like I could quote the birth story post I did on Richard almost exactly. “I gave birth at 12:30am this morning. Wait, no, that’s not right. I gave birth at 12:30am a year ago tomorrow morning.” I feel the same sense of shock that it has been a year already since my gorgeous, long, lean daughter joined us in person.
I wrote out her birth story shortly after I had her, but here I am, finally posting it. Her birth (spoiler alert) was much shorter than Richard’s, but the story is almost as long because of all the details I wanted to remember. I have cut it down for public consumption, just a bit. Enjoy. 🙂
Obviously I went into the labor experience wondering if it would be a repeat of Richard’s, which, I have to say, would have been extremely difficult to do again. It was just so long. I kept telling myself that this time around I already knew I could do that if I had to, so no worries (but I really didn’t want to).
I had picked January 16 as my guess date, although January 9 was my due date. Just thought it wouldn’t do to focus in on January 9 when my family typically runs late. I was in no rush – my pregnancies so far have been easy and mostly comfortable, and Joshua and I are fans of big babies, so the longer she wanted to cook, the better. January 9 came and went, as I suspected. On Monday morning, January 14, I woke up and lost my mucus plug (ew! TMI! Yay!). I had not seen that happen with Richard, so it was a new and exciting thing for me. However, birth can happen as little as 24 hours after that or as late as two weeks. So really it means nothing if you are past 40 weeks and waiting around for labor. Obviously you will probably go into labor in the next two weeks if you’re at 40+. <sigh> But!! That evening, when Joshua got home, I told him, “I think I’m having some contractions!!!!”
I said “I think” because I had (kind of stupidly) gone online to remind myself (?) what “real” contractions feel like, and whatever website had said that “real” contractions will be up in your belly, not down in your hips. But the contractions I was feeling were definitely down in my hips, but they were getting a bit uncomfortable, and I remembered from Richard’s birth that it was when the Braxton Hicks started hurting that I felt my labor had truly started. But anyway, the contractions I was feeling that evening were very sporadic and only the tiniest bit uncomfortable. Definitely early early labor, if that.
We spent an enjoyable evening with Richard, wondering if it would be the last as a family of three. We had arranged with Joshua’s parents that they would keep him for the birth, but we felt no need to call them to come get him at that point. Things might be just starting, and his bedtime was so close, we knew we could just pop him in the crib and he would sleep through the whole thing if anything happened that night.
I texted my midwife, who suggested a hot shower and early to bed. Which is exactly what I did.
I was so excited to realize that my contractions were definitely getting more intense – still nothing crazy, though – but most importantly, I was not having back labor! When a contraction ended, it actually ended! This was mind-blowing to me. So different from Richard’s labor.
I lay in bed and tried to sleep between contractions, which were getting closer together. Around 11:00pm, they had gotten down to about 8 minutes apart and were getting uncomfortable enough that I couldn’t lay still in bed through them anymore, I really needed to move through them. I texted my midwife again and told her that, and she said she was on her way over.
Cue enormous excitement – could it possibly happen this quickly!?!?!??!?!?! Could we be meeting our baby girl tonight!?
The minute – quite literally – that my midwife stepped through our front door, my contractions dialed way back and basically stopped. They started coming about every half hour or 45 minutes, they weren’t super strong, and I knew we wouldn’t be seeing our baby that night. After chatting with our midwife for an hour or so, we offered our guest room, which she accepted, and Joshua and I went back upstairs and camped out on the floor in front of our big screen and turned on Friends on Netflix and let it play, endlessly going from one show to another. We both dozed underneath blankets, half-watching and laughing, and every now and then I would pop up into all fours and get through a contraction.
Around 6:00am on Tuesday, January 15, after getting snatches of a few hours of sleep throughout the night, we went downstairs to gameplan with our midwife. My contractions were almost completely gone. She suggested Joshua work from home, to take pressure off of me that he might be taking a day off from work but I’m not really in labor. We went ahead and had my in-laws come get Richard, because when I did have a contraction, it was pretty intense, and I really needed to focus to get through it, and I hadn’t had a ton of sleep, so keeping up with a toddler would be a bit taxing. I felt really torn saying goodbye to him that morning, though, because with the contractions at a standstill, I really had no idea when things would pick back up, and how long everything would end up taking. What if it was just like Richard’s birth, and we didn’t have the baby until Thursday or Friday?? I would be missing my sweet boy! We would have to go visit him at the Spurlock’s house!
But not having Richard home made the day very easy. I took a two-hour nap in the late morning to catch up on some sleep, occasionally waking up to get through a contraction. I couldn’t believe how awesome it was to be able to sleep in between contractions! Baruch HaShem!
In the afternoon, Joshua drove me over to Morgan’s house, where we had arranged a little mini-shower for my cousin, Sarah, who was getting married in late March. I had thought I might have to miss the event, but no! It was such a pleasant time and, again, it took my mind off the contractions and the waiting and the feeling of non-progression.
When I got back, Joshua and I ran out and picked up an early dinner, which we ate in our bonus room while again watching Friends. Shortly after that, I started pacing to help me with the contractions, and shortly after that, Joshua started timing them on his app. By around 8:15pm (on Tuesday, January 15), they were getting down to 8, then 7, then 6 minutes apart, and lasting for at least a minute each. They were pretty intense.
I texted my midwife, and she said, “Do you want me to come?”
And I thought, well, I want you to come if you think you should come! But I don’t want to make you sit in my house all night again! But then I thought, I would really like to know where I’m at here, because I think that would tell me if I am going to have to do this again tomorrow night and maybe the night after that, like with Richard.
So I texted back, “Yes. I would like you to check me.”
And so she came, arrived around 9:30pm, checked me, and said, “Yep, you’re right about 10 centimeters.”
And I was like YAY!!!!!! This is IT! We’re HERE! It’s HAPPENING!!!! We will meet our baby girl TONIGHT!
So the next thing that would probably happen, and which we were kind of waiting for as I got through contractions, was my water breaking.
After two more hours, it hadn’t happened yet, although the contractions were very strong and we had tried multiple positions. We tried holding up my belly through contractions, to help position the baby to get down there. We also tried me laying on the bed through five contractions – torture. I was getting through contractions ok by basically constantly moving. Walking and pacing and swaying – I had been on my feet for hours at this point, because I really couldn’t sit down, because standing back up would produce a contraction so strong I could barely take it. Lying still on my back through five, torturous contractions was so hard! I held onto Joshua’s hand and squeezed as hard as I could during the contractions. Why does that help? I think it’s a mind game.
It was getting close to midnight, and I had tried the birth stool and I had tried pushing a little, but I was having a hard time connecting to the pushes. With Richard, I felt so connected. I knew where to push, and I was pushing HARD. It took two-and-a-half hours, but I had good, strong, productive pushes through all of that, even after no sleep for like three days! I just couldn’t seem to get there with Simone.
I got back in the shower for the third or fourth time that night, to see if the water would help with the pain. I was starting to feel like the walls were closing in on me, and the contractions were coming so close together and lasting so long and hurting so bad – it felt like there was nowhere to run, nowhere to hide from them anymore. It felt like I had been successfully dancing around and through contractions all night, but now they had caught up to me and I couldn’t do it anymore. I tried pushing a bit in the shower, but when I felt that weird feeling of my insides starting to turn inside-out with the extreme-ness of the push, I realized I was pulling back a little, I was stopping myself and holding myself back. I realized I had a mental block there that I needed to get rid of.
When I got out of the shower, the midwives asked if I wanted to try getting on all fours, which I was happy to do. Joshua ran down to make me a smoothie, because I was getting really shaky and was almost out of energy. As a contraction started, I pushed past my mental block and really let myself go and pushed as hard as I could. SPLASH, my water broke.
I was so relieved.
Joshua reappeared with my smoothie, and I took a few sips. I felt another contraction starting, and I pushed hard. I could feel the baby traveling down the birth canal, right to the very edge, and at the end of the push, I felt her slip back in a little. And I thought, OH NO YOU DON’T. And with the next contraction, out she came, in one, fell swoop, along with a tremendous spray of amniotic fluid that barely missed one of the midwives. I heard our baby start to cry before I even finished pushing – one of the most amazing, welcome sounds!!
They helped me sit up, and there she was, our tiny, perfect human. I thought, she is much smaller than Richard was! And I took that slimy, beautiful girl, all wrapped in a towel and covered in cheese, and held her for the first time, and relished every moment, because this time I got to really enjoy it, I got to *be there* for it, like I wasn’t really with Richard.
We hadn’t seen her since our 17-week ultrasound, so I have to say we were wondering what she would look like. I took one look at her and thought, oh of course. She looked familiar. She looked like Richard. And I thought, I guess this is what our kids look like.
As it turns out, Simone was just one ounce lighter than Richard, and actually a quarter-inch longer!
Joshua told me the next day that he saw her and immediately knew her name was Simone. Our midwife heard her start crying (loudly) and said, “She’s telling it like it is!”, which is exactly how my mom is, so Joshua thought it would be perfect for her middle name to be Allyn.
And I couldn’t agree more.
No birth is easy – that’s for sure. But this birth was definitely a better experience overall than Richard’s was. The way I think about it, this birth was more of a mental game, while his was more of a physical one (with the length and the back labor). Going into labor on Monday night and having the baby on Tuesday night (pretty much)? PLUS basically not having any labor on Tuesday during the day? That’s a pretty great birth story in my book.