...Just a super uncomfortable mega pregnant mama, wishing she could nap like her toddler...
We have a lot to catch up on after my aquarium post two weeks ago!
The past little bit, I kept saying something felt off with my body. It didn't feel like labor, but I just felt like my belly wasn't going to make it much longer and I felt...different. After feeling like that for a few days, I decided to have the doctor check things out. Mama intuition is real, and I wanted piece of mind that nothing bad was happening.
The midwife checked me out briefly, said all looked good and that she wasn't going to check to see if I was dilated at all. I was about to beg her to check just in case, and at the last minute before dismissing me, she decided she would take a peek. Turns out, I was 4cm already! No wonder I felt off! She told me that since we live 30 min from the hospital, we would have to head in the second I felt anything change, but that it could be that night, the next day, or two weeks from now.
That night, I went to bed earlier than Steve and tried to get comfortable. About thirty minutes later I had a STRONG contraction. I figured I should get up to pee, swung my legs off the bed and GUSH. Water broke. The floodgate of contractions opened. My body meant business and contractions started coming on hard. I yelled over to Steve in the living room that we needed to get his parents to our house to watch Julian and leave ASAP. This labor and these contractions were so different from Julian, I could feel the urgency.
Thirty minutes later, we were headed to the hospital. We arrived and Steve offered to drop me at the front. I didn't want to be left alone, so I told him I could walk from the parking lot to the L&D wing. After all, I was pregnant...not incapable! Bad idea. He had to push me in the wheelchair because walking made me feel like the baby would slip out, and I had to stop every 5 steps for a contraction and a lot of 'OH JESUS' yelling.
We got up to the L&D desk at around 11:30pm and had to wait a little for a room. They opted to move me straight into a delivery room instead of triage and thank goodness. I begged for a epi but before I knew it, I was involuntarily pushing our new baby boy out into the world. A little bit over three weeks early, 5 pounds 8.5 ounces, healthy. We made it.
We stayed at the hospital the next night and then we were released to go home. Walking through the hall to the elevator, we passed by the split where you can walk to go to the NICU...the route we were forced to take less than two years ago. I sobbed. It was such a healing experience to have my water break and not be panicked about what condition my baby would be in. To be excited about his arrival instead of terrified of what was to come. To not have him whisked away from me after birth. To take him home with us.
I love my sweet boys and I am counting my many blessings. One happy mama.




















