Ahh, the neglect. I cringe thinking of how long it has been since I have written for my blog. Now, before I get too hard on myself, I have to remember that we welcomed our sweet daughter into the world and moved to a new house within two months. On top of having a toddler at home too.
Life has been crazy. We are just settling in our new house and adjusting to life with two kids. In the meantime, while the babies are asleep, I want to share June’s birth story.
The best way to describe it is fast and furious. Enjoy.
It all started on Friday, February 15. I began having contractions in the late afternoon. The contractions felt like period cramps and I timed them coming every two to three minutes. I called the nurse and was told because the contractions were that close together, I should go to the hospital.
Since June wasn’t due until March 5, Seth hadn’t packed yet. He is the ultimate procrastinator. He quickly threw some clothes in a brown grocery bag. We brought Silas with, as we didn’t know if this was really it.
Once at the hospital, a nurse hooked me up to a monitor to time the contractions and hear the baby’s heartbeat. We discovered that I was dilated to 3.5cm, which was .5cm more than my appointment a few days earlier. The nurse didn’t think my contractions were intense enough, so she said she would check me again in an hour to see if I progressed.
After an hour, I progressed to 4cm. Although uncomfortable, the contractions weren’t very intense. We were given the option to stay at the hospital or go home and labor. I decided to go home because I wanted more time with Silas before the baby was born. We went home and my contractions went away during the night.
On Tuesday, February 19, I had my 38 week checkup with my doctor. We decided to do a membrane sweep to potentially progress the labor. I was very eager to have my daughter. I went home and had some cramping throughout the evening, but no sign of baby.
The next day started like any other day. It was Wednesday, February 20 and a huge snowstorm was rolling in. Schools were cancelled for the day. I had a great morning with Silas. The baby was much lower than before and I felt pressure, but no contractions.
We decided to go to lunch at Big Louie’s. Because of the storm, the only other people in the restaurant were snow plow drivers. Silas choked on a French fry and Seth had to perform the Heimlich.
We went home and Silas and I took a nap in my bed. Seth was working out in the living room talking to his CEO on the phone. I probably fell asleep for about 20 minutes and woke up around 1:45pm. I was lying next to Silas when I felt a “pop” down below. Instantly, I knew that my water broke, as it was the same feeling I had when I went into labor with Silas.
I ran out of the room and quietly shouted, “My water broke!” to Seth. Before this, I felt like I was the girl who cried wolf. He had just finished his phone call with his CEO and jumped off the couch in excitement. I told him to go finish packing and use a REAL suitcase this time.
I made calls to our parents and my sister. Within ten minutes, my contractions started and they were the real deal. Much more intense and painful.
I was stumbling around the house trying to pack some last minute items and had to stop and breathe through the contractions. They hurt really bad and they were already really close together in time. I knew we had to hurry.
Seth loaded the truck with the dogs, luggage and Silas. I was last to get into the vehicle as I was moving very slowly because my contractions were becoming unbearable. I waddled through the deep snow in my Sorel boots and slowly got into the truck.
A contraction started right as I got in and I couldn’t even shut the door. Seth revved the engine forward and back quickly to shut the door and we were on the road by 2:15pm.
The roads were extremely bumpy, which made the contractions more painful. We drove to my mom’s house to drop the dogs off. I faked a smile to her as she waved to me from her front door. She told Seth it could take up to 24 hours for the baby to come. Seth said, “Not this time!”
As we got back on the road, we timed the contractions and discovered they were only a minute apart. Time was running out and we needed to get to the hospital fast.
The original plan was to drop Silas off at Seth’s parents’ house. We quickly called them and asked them to meet us at the hospital instead.
Traffic was moving slower due to the heavy snow. My mom called us right as we got onto the highway to tell us that the truck’s tailgate was down. Seth had to quickly pull over and once he got back, I told him it was happening fast.
We pulled into the front of the hospital and Seth’s parents got Silas. Seth had to get me a wheelchair and I could barely get out of the vehicle because I was in so much pain. He couldn’t even park the truck.
I remember moaning as Seth pushed me through the hospital doors.
We got to the elevator and had to go up a level to get to labor and delivery. Unfortunately, once we were in, the elevator went down a level to pick someone up. I was in so much agony that I couldn’t even open my eyes.
Finally, we got to labor and delivery. They seemed like they were really slow checking us in. A lady asked for our insurance and Seth demanded that I get checked as soon as possible. We were instructed to go to a triage room and I was to put on a gown.
Once in the room, I couldn’t do anything but lean on my arms against the bed. Seth had to pull my boots off my sweaty feet. He pulled my pants and underwear down and I was leaking fluid everywhere.
A nurse came in to give me my hospital bracelet and Seth urged, “Go get someone NOW!”
Within seconds, another nurse came in and asked me to lay down to check my cervix. I panted, “I can’t” and got on my hands and knees. She checked my cervix and swiftly turned around.
Seth asked, “Well, what is she at?”
“A good nine,” she replied.
“Epidural?” I whimpered.
“I think we are too late for that,” she said. “It’s time to push.”
Misery set in. It was like I was going too fast down a sledding hill and I couldn’t get off my sled. The only way out was to finish the ride.
I couldn’t even think. The pain took over and consumed me. I closed my eyes wishing it would go away.
The nurse and Seth helped me back onto the wheelchair and wheeled me to the delivery room. I felt the urge to push.
I could barely keep my eyes open but managed to see the doctor all suited up and ready to go. I knew that meant it was go time.
A team of nurses were in the room and helped me onto the delivery bed. The urge to push came again.
I was whimpering. It was all happening way too fast. I pushed through two contractions. Everyone in the room was coaching me.
My triage nurse, Stephanie, shouted, “Push through the pain!”
I felt like a warrior. A weak one in defeat.
On the third push, I felt what they call “the ring of fire”.
It burned. I screamed. She cried.
Into the world at 3:08pm came June Elizabeth. I was in shock.
We were at the hospital for 18 minutes.
Looking back, I wouldn’t change June’s birth and how it all shook out. It was extremely fast and painful, but it didn’t last long and the recovery was very easy. I did not need any stitches and I got the natural childbirth I always wanted to experience.
We love our sweet Junie Girl. More on her later.