It has been that long. Now is as good as a time as any to start anew.
Friday night around 8 p.m., just after putting the kids to bed, I started having contractions – regular, consistent, not completely painful, but much more definitive than any contractions had over the past month or so, every two minutes.
My water broke with the last two. I was hoping that would happen again. It seems much more definitive or direct. Water breaks, go to hospital. With contractions, you have to time them and then make a subjective decision as to whether it is worth it to go to the hospital.
I timed the contractions for hours. The app kept directing me to “go to the hospital”, but we waited. They weren’t getting stronger and they weren’t getting closer together; they were simply consistent at every two minutes.
Around 10 p.m., Froggy wandered out of her room (the “big kids” room – where all three of them sleep) crying. Her tummy was upset; she was having horrendous gas and generally irritable. After giving her some gas drops, she started throwing up. The other kids had had some variation of the same thing during the week and she has been teething, so it didn’t come as a big surprise.
At 11 p.m., I am still having contractions, but sitting on the bathroom floor with our youngest, who is pucking. This was not an ideal time to go into labor.
We waited some more. At midnight, the contractions were still the same. Froggy fell asleep with Ry in bed. I packed some bags and debated calling my mom to come over.
For some reason I decided to crawl into bed and see if they would just stop for a bit. 4 or 5 a.m. seemed much more appealing.
Sometime close to 1 am., I fell asleep. By the time 4 or 5 a.m. came around, much to my disappointment, the contractions had stopped.
Saturday was a normal-ish day. We cleaned and played. I walked, a lot, and tried other activities to see if it would induce labor. It did. At 5 p.m., contractions started again. I suggested that we all go out to dinner – Sushi – because, why not?
We came home, kids went to bed, Aggie game started at 8 p.m., and I started timing contractions again. These were much more painful than the night before. And the kids were asleep and staying asleep. I told Ry that I was going to take a bath, time contractions, and we’d make a decision at half-time. At half-time, he looked at me, looked at the app, and said “call your mom”.
Mom came over and we headed to the hospital. Sometime around 11:30 p.m. we were called back to triage so that they could decide whether I was truly in labor. I was extremely hesitant to believe it was real after the complete let down of Friday night. I really did not want to be that mom (especially given that this is my FOURTH) that thinks she is in labor only to get sent back home again.
So when they finally got around to “checking me” at 12:20 a.m., I was thrilled to be dilated 5 c.m. and given a room.
Contractions continued. They set up the I.V. R tried to take a nap, but it is nearly impossible with everyone coming in to check on one thing or another constantly. Around 2 a.m., I requested an epidural and they were surprisingly quick. Doctor came to “check again” and I was 8 c.m., and she broke my water.
A little before 3 a.m., I asked that the nurse “check again” because he is coming. She did. She agreed and told me to wait on the doctor, so “do the opposite of pushing – try clenching”.
We waited and waited and waited. Dr. arrived a little before 3:30, suited up, and Whisker* arrived at 3:33 a.m., on September 25, 2016, weighing 7 pounds, 9 ounces and 20 inches long.
In hindsight, he chose the most opportune time to join the family. It was a weekend and so my mom was available to scoot down the street to watch the kids. She didn’t have to go to work the next day. It was the middle of the night, which is the easiest time to find someone to watch three kids. Three sleeping kids is much easier than three non-sleeping kids. We had all day Sunday to have all the family and friends come visit and no one had to take off of work.
*Blue Jay has been calling him “Whisker” and it has become his nickname.