Only almost 8 months late….. I have finally sat down to write out Alex’s birth story!
Claire and Ava came at 38 weeks and 38+1 weeks, respectively, so I figured Alex would probably follow suit. So 38 weeks came and went, and though I was dilated to maybe 2-3cm, he decided to wait a little longer. My mom came into town the week before, though I told her not to, as I didn’t want to have her just waiting around. I was doing enough of that! She even made the prediction that he would come on the 13th, which was my grandma’s birthday.
I had a midwife appointment on Wednesday, September 13th, and thought that he’d of course come that day. Ava did the same thing – came the morning of her midwife appointment.
I’m not even sure of the details of the day before he was born, but I do remember feeling so DONE and anxious. I wondered if contractions would randomly start during the day – that had never happened! How would that look? Maybe this time it will happen! Nope, another day would come and go… and then I’d go to sleep feeling crampy and thinking, “well maybe tonight…”
So the night of the 12th I went to bed, but wasn’t really thinking much. At around 1:50, I woke up to go to the restroom and felt warm water running down my leg once I walked into the bathroom. Whoa! I was sure it was my water breaking. But I had not had any contractions. This was different!
Luke called Jan, who was going to come and sleep here with the girls. My mom was spending the night at Erica’s, but I didn’t want to wake her up just yet, I wasn’t sure how much longer it’d take for contractions to even start.
I called the midwife, and she said to keep her posted, to let her know when contractions are consistently 5 minutes apart. We knew I would go fairly quickly, so she wanted me to come in sooner rather than later.
So I got back in bed, and waited to feel anything. Luke encouraged me to go back to sleep, but I was so excited! I knew I wouldn’t be able to do that… but I tried to rest. By 2:20, I felt my first real contraction and for a few they were about 8-10 minutes apart. Around 2:35, They started coming every 2-4 minutes. We called Jami again around 2:50 and she said to meet at the birth center in an hour. That made me a little nervous, but I knew she had to get ready and get up there before we arrived.
Jan showed up at some point and I was eating a banana. She was just laughing that I was up, walking around, seeming normal. I am not sure she believed I was really in labor!
For the next hour I labored in my room, on my exercise ball, moaned a lot. Luke took some videos. I got mad at that. Ha! At 3:30-ish we decided to get ready to pack up our stuff and head to the birth center. I was so dreading this. It already was getting fast and super painful, and I knew what was to come! I was just happy it was the last time!
We arrived around 3:50am, and Jami was already there and had the tub filling up. She checked me at my request, I was curious how much longer I had to go! She said I was about 6-7cms. In my head, I told myself that I had a couple of more hours to go, since that’s what I was when I came into the BC with Ava. I was so bummed I had two more hours of this pain. I was loud and just not getting on top of the contractions. At some point I remember making myself stop the moaning and just be quiet and concentrate on the contractions, and instantly the pain was better. I was getting myself worked up during the ctx, and needed to calm down and breath through them instead of vocalizing.
I got in the tub around 4:15. Around 4:40 I was having a contraction and Jami says “that sounded pushy, are you pushing?” I insisted that NO, I was totally not pushing and there was no way I was ready for pushing! I hadn’t been in there long enough! She replied “no, that was definitely pushy… and yes, you can totally be ready.” She went to the door and called in the student midwife who had been working with them, “we are starting to push!” In my head I thought she was crazy and in no way was I ready to be pushing. I did NOT want to push against a cervical lip, as that happened with Ava. So I made Jami check me again, and she said that there was a small lip left but that Alex’s head would push through it cause the the cervix was SO soft. Push away!
So I pushed with everything I had since I knew it was the end!! Yay! Pushing! He’s gonna be here soon! I was on the side of the tub, squatting, pulling against the tub with all my strength!….. and uncontrollably having other bodily functions happen. That was the MOST distracting thing. I was completely mortified and apologizing over and over again. But it was completely involuntary. It made the contractions worse, cause I couldn’t just concentrate on them. So sucky.
I pushed for 20-ish minutes and at 5:05am my beautiful Alexander was born! I just kept saying his name over and over and laid back with him on my chest. He picked his head up and looked at me! I was so in love. I was SO glad he was here, SO glad I never had to do that ever again. Literally, I said that.
My mom came in within a minute or two. Everyone was just so elated and on a high. We checked to make sure he was really a boy (of course!) and daddy cut the cord and within minutes I delivered the placenta. It was shockingly fast.
This may have caused some issues because within an hour to 1.5 hrs, my blood pressure was checked, normal procedure, and re-checked. Then checked once more… I started to wonder. I asked if everything was ok. She said she was getting a low reading. She then got the digital machine to see what it said. Again low. Very low. She asked if I had to go to the bathroom, I said not really, but they want you to try. So we got up out of bed, very slowly. I walked over to the toilet and became pretty light headed. I was pretty much being held up by the nurse and Luke. I wasn’t able to pee, so they walked me back to the bed. She then re-took my BP and it was still low – something about 90/50ish. Like, so low she was surprised I didn’t pass out and was able to physically walk to the toilet.
Luke started to worry, he later told me I looked pretty out of it and pale. He said he thought would end up at the hospital. My mom was in the waiting room. The nurse walked over to the clinical side of the birth center and asked Jami what she wanted to do. Jami didn’t have a break for another 30 minutes or so, between patients. She came back and told us Jami told her to give me two bags of fluids through the IV. At this point I figured, damn, this must be a big deal!
Once the fluids were in me, I definitely perked up and felt much better. The girls came at some point and met their baby brother. They were so excited. To this day they still can’t get enough of him. It’s been amazing watching them form relationships with their brother.