I had a midwife appointment that morning. My grandma INSISTED that she go with me in case I went into labor in the car. I had contractions off and on and was generally uncomfortable. That night around dinner time I started having contractions that were between 5-10 minutes apart, but they weren’t totally consistent so I kept waiting to say anything. I nursed Luke before bed, which I hadn’t done in weeks to see if it would push me over into active labor. I spent the evening bouncing on the exercise ball for hours and since the contractions still weren’t getting closer or stronger I decided this wasn’t it and went to bed.
2:30am- I woke up and used the bathroom and noticed my contractions were still hanging around. They were uncomfortable and as hard as I tried I couldn’t will myself back to sleep.
2:45- I woke Jon up and told him I was going to take a shower to see if it helped. I went to the bathroom and had a big contraction, only 3 minutes after the last one (previously they were still 5-10 minutes apart). I went back into the bedroom and asked Jon to come sit in the bathroom with me in case things got serious. He must have been asleep during our previous conversation, despite talking to me because he had no clue what was going on or why I was showering in the middle of the night. He came in the bathroom and I got in the shower. I told him to time my contractions and let me know what time it was each time one started.
3:30- After multiple contractions I asked Jon how far apart they were averaging… and he hadn’t written down a single contraction. I was kind of irritated lol. What was I supposed to tell the midwife? Jon thought they sounded legit though because I wasn’t talking through them and I was doing some moaning. I told him he could call the midwife then, I didn’t want to bug her.
3:35- He called the midwife and she asked to speak with me. She asked if I wanted her to come. I said I didn’t know. She asked if I would have a problem with her being there and I said no, so she said she would be on her way.
4:15- The midwife arrived. I was having contractions but between them I was holding full conversation and laughing. She listened to the baby’s heart beat for a while to get a handle on how it was handling contractions. Then she asked if I would mind if she checked me. I said go for it and she checked me without telling me how far I was dilated (I found out after I was 9 cm at that point). My contractions were still 3-4 minutes apart and I was still very happy between them.
5:30- They told me the birth pool was ready for me if I wanted to get in (Jon, my mom and the midwife assistant filled it up). I said I would after the next contraction and a trip to the bathroom. I did just that and then made my way to the birth pool which was in the nursery. I hopped in the tub and felt immediate relief! My contractions spaced out a bit and I was very relaxed.
After this, I don’t fully know times, but I started to go through transition. I was feeling a lot of pressure and was starting to really dislike the feeling of the contractions. I was also squatting in the tub and my feet were starting to go numb. I really wanted the pressure to subside and I wanted my water to break! I told my midwife and she said just reach down and break it then… so I did. I had a moment of relief from the pressure and then the baby moved down and the pressure was back! I started bearing down with contractions and flipped over on to my back and started pushing more. My midwife said I had a tiny lip of cervix left and she could push it over the baby’s head if I wanted. I said whatever would make it go faster! She pushed the cervix back (Holy ouch!) and I started really pushing and yelling please just get this baby out!!! After about 4 pushes, the baby was out and immediately placed on my chest! Born in the water, at 6:22am, May 1st….Miss Jolene!
Funny side note- We spent our entire pregnancy thinking this baby was a boy. The ultrasound tech made a comment about how “brothers would be so nice” I mentioned to my midwife that I thought the tech slipped and we were having a boy and she nodded. I assumed this meant the ultrasound report said boy and she was confirming, but it didn’t! It was a miscommunication and based on that we thought we were having a boy! When Jolene was born, the midwife said, “Has anyone checked the plumbing?” We hadn’t and I lifted her up and said “it’s a boy….NO IT’S A GIRL!!!!!” The cord was in my way and I had it in my head that she was going to be a boy so I didn’t look closely enough and was shocked when I realized she…was a she!
We are so thrilled with our healthy baby girl, 8 pounds, and 4 ounces, 21 inches long.
Oh and Luke woke up minutes after the birth! Slept through it all!