Now we come to Tuesday night/Wednesday morning. I had been having contractions all day, but not timing them since they seemed far enough apart that I wasn't noticing them much. At night, of course, they picked up and I knew I was in store for another sleepless night. I also had noticed that I lost my mucus plug and since then, contractions seemed more intense. My midwife had called several times during the day to check in and suggested I try taking some Tylenol PM to help me sleep through contractions. I was DETERMINED this time to stay in bed. I did. I slept for about 8-10 mins at a time in between contractions. I was exhausted in the morning!! I had a midwife appt. scheduled for that afternoon, so I hoped she might have some answers for me. I felt crappy all day. I sent Kevin to work cause I didn't want him wasting vacation days. Josie was definitely not herself. She was throwing fits like crazy and was grumpy all morning. She could tell something was up. I made it to naptime and laid down to hopefully get some rest. My dad called and said he was on his way to come help. What a relief!! He had been in Chicago for business and been back and forth for the last couple days. Since my mom left, he was hoping to be our babysitter when the event happened. I got ready for my appt. while managing sporatic, painful contractions and met Kevin at the office. I had set myself up so I wouldn't be disappointed if no "progress" had been made. After all, that could change at anytime and I KNEW something was happening. Sure enough, I was dilated to about a 5 and 90% effaced! My body was slowly working for me while I went about my day. It was nice in a way, but also tiring to be in early labor for several days. It also meant that when I kicked into active labor, things would probably go really fast. She suggested we hang around the area in case things picked up. We live about 30 mins from the birth center, so it would be nice to be near by. Since I wasn't having consistent contractions right then, I decided we should go home, do some last minute things, put Josie to bed, and then head back. At this point, I was still in denial about possibly having the baby that night. Maybe really late, or even the next day, I thought. Definitely no hurry. I felt fine!! I really did feel fine in between contractions. They were still as far apart as 15 mins though they were strong enough that I couldn't walk or talk through them. I guess I was thrown off because the contractions were so sporatic. Plus, we had so many false alarms, I thought they could taper off at any moment. I was determined to put Josie to bed first, lol!! In between contractions, I threw together a pot roast and got all the last minute things together. I even sat on facebook for a minute. This all seems so crazy to me now. What was I thinking, lol?! Finally, at around 7:15, after watching me struggle through a particularly strong contraction, both my dad and Kevin said they thought it was time to go. I quickly agreed and had Kevin call the midwife while I waddled to the car. I knew the car ride was going to suck. At least for me, sitting or laying down felt HORRIBLE during a contraction. Standing or leaning on something made them not too bad. It must have been quite a scene. Actually, it probably was a lot like the typical ride to the hospital you see in movies. Kevin was going 90 mph and I was breathing/moaning/screaming "holy crap" through each contraction. It wasn't until then that the contractions started coming minutes apart. I really wanted to get out of the car and move around. Also, it was pouring rain. It had been raining all day. As we neared the birth center, I could tell I was trying to hold myself back from progressing. I'm pretty sure if I had relaxed, I could have had the baby in the car. By this time, it was about 8:00. Before I could get in the tub, I had to get that stupid dose of antibiotics since I was strep b positive. I had to lay on the bed and hold absolutely still so she could insert the needle and get the IV going. She checked me and I was dilated to 7. I could tell I was in transition as she was looking for a vein cause I could not stop shaking. The contractions seemed constant. I couldn't really tell where one stopped and another began. It took about 30 mins. to get the full dose since the needle kept falling out and my veins are so small she had a hard time getting one. Meanwhile, I was screaming and moaning like a madwoman, actually probably a lot like on TV, lol!! I was much louder during labor than I thought I would be. When I asked him later, Kevin said it wasn't as bad as I thought, though. He thought I was actually pretty calm. The laying down and holding still was the hardest and most painful part. If I could have been up and around, it would have been fine. Seriously, how do people labor in bed? I could take it standing way easier. It's hard to say whether the antibiotics really did any good. I mean, he was out minutes later. Had we known things would move so quickly, we probably would have passed on them since there is little risk anyway. As the dose was finishing, I told her I was feeling like pushing. She checked and I was fully dilated with the head right there. I again, felt like I had been holding back on the bed so I could have the baby in the tub. It was a mad dash to the tub. One person helped me undress, while another helped me get in my sports bra. My hair was driving me crazy at that moment so I irrationally looked for a hair tie to get it out of my face. No luck and I was starting to push while I was standing over my bag, so I quickly jumped in the tub. Somehow Kevin was able to get the video camera set up and running before jumping in with me. I REALLY wish I had had more time to labor in the water cause it really did feel great. Well, great compared to the bed. I mean, at that point NOTHING really felt great except getting the baby out. I vaguely remember someone saying "Ok, try to not push except for during a contraction" and me thinking "Yeah right!! I have no choice!! They just aren't letting up!!" The human body is truly amazing. I was not purposely pushing. My body was pushing without my permission and I had absolutely no control over it. It was CRAZY!!!! Little Donovan was born less than 5 mins. after getting in the tub after what seemed like a 5 min contraction. Can I just repeat, it was CRAZY!! 5 minutes!! I started pushing and could not stop. His head just popped out and before I could even register that, his body flew out too!! The midwife quickly unravelled the chord from around his neck and shoulder, but let Kevin catch him and bring him out of the water and onto my chest. WHAT THE HECK JUST HAPPENED?!? Seriously, there was a big long moment where I was thinking, did I just really do that?! When they called out the time of birth, 8:46, I was shocked. Time seemed to stretch longer while I was there. We arrived at the birth center at 8, so it was super fast.
The endorphines in the room were overpowering. It was such a high to go through that and now have this precious little prize, perfectly formed and healthy, looking up at you. I felt so aware and present. Everyone was in awe and Kevin kept saying "You did it! He's here!" over and over again. We sat in the tub together for a long time. It felt so nice to sit and snuggle in the warm water. The water is awesome!! He opened his eyes right away and was so calm and peaceful. Eventually, Kevin cut the chord. They did all the initial checks and tests while in the tub and everything looked great. He also ate for the first time in the tub, only about 20 mins. after birth. He was a nursing champ from the start!! After what seemed like an hour, we dried off and moved to the bed for further checkups. As you can see from the photo's I bled surprisingly little, so that was good. The water stayed quite clean. Everything looked great and both of us checked out perfectly!! The next few hours were spent resting, celebrating, taking pictures and completing newborn exams. He almost never left my arms. Kevin held him while I took a relaxing herbal bath. That was heavenly!! We then ate the pot roast we brought (how did Kevin get that set up so fast? I still don't know!) and some of the fresh bread they had baked in the kitchen. I was super hungry since I had not felt like eating much earlier that day. I nursed Donny a couple more times while Kevin packed everything in the car. I was really ready to go home. I just wanted to get in my own bed and sleep!! We left the birth center at about 3:00 am and headed home. Josie was fast asleep and stayed so until 8 am. After a quick meet and greet with my dad, we rushed off to bed and got a little sleep. I'll continue day 2 in a separate post.
This picture was snapped within seconds of his arrival!!