Five years ago today was a Tuesday. I went to work, just like any other day, except that my due date was 3 days a way. Up to that point, I hadn’t had any contractions. None. The husband (before he was legally given that name) would call or text me every morning to see if my water had broken. No matter how many times I told him I could go into labor without my water breaking, he still kept asking.
I started having little contractions that morning and started timing them around 10:30. They weren’t really painful, but I wasn’t feeling the best, so at noon I decided to go home and lay on the couch. I called my mom on the way home and she suggested I should go to the hospital since it was a half hour away. I called the husband (who went home, showered, and packed a bag first) to let him know we needed to go to the hospital, which prompted him again to ask if my water had broken. By the time we got going, dropped Little Man’s stuff off at his grandma’s, and got to the hospital, it was 2:30. The contractions were definitely stronger by then, but they were still bearable. They put me in a room to check me, I was 4 cm already, and said they weren’t sure they were going to admit me. I figured if that was the case, we’d just go sit in the parking lot a while and come back. By that point, I knew I was in labor. They did admit me though because my blood pressure was a bit high.
We got all checked into a room after that. I don’t remember what time that was. The contractions were steady coming by this point, stronger and closer together. I was told I couldn’t get an epidural until I had gone through one bag on the IV. I don’t remember tons of details, but at one point I had a hard time breathing and an oxygen mask was put on me. The IV bag was almost empty and the nurses were trying to find the guy to give me my epdiural. They knew I was in pain. The guy wasn’t even in the hospital, so they gave me something for the pain in my IV line. It was wonderful! I got my epidural not long after that. My OB came in to check me one more time and I remember lots of liquid, so I asked her and the nurse if my water broke. They very nicely told me that I had just peed on them. Whoops! I’m sure they weren’t fazed by it, but I apologized a few times. Then they told me I was good to start pushing. I don’t think I pushed more than 10 minutes, but really I have no idea (nothing like the agony of my first child when I was asking about forceps and vacuums though). At 5:17 p.m., our little girl was born.
If all babies were as easy to deliver as her, I would have more. It was a night and day experience from my son. I also wish I wouldn’t have had the epidural. I don’t know that it even did anything since I got it a few minutes before I started pushing. That and I want to be able to say I had a baby without one.