Almost four months later isn’t too bad for finally sharing William’s birth story, is it? Better late than never. Life’s been busy lately in the best possible way. I’m happy to have the opportunity to share. Just thinking back to my experience makes me smile. As you know, birth stories can be quite long, so I’ve decided to split mine up in three parts: William’s Birth Story – Before – During – After. All marvelous.
Let me just say, the timing of things is SO funny. Everything happens for a reason at the right time. As a reminder, William’s due date was supposed to be April 30, 2014. But, that obviously didn’t happen. Here’s the beginning of William’s birth story:
- Sunday, April 6, 2014 – My baby shower and, later, the urban maternity photoshoot.
- Tuesday, April 8, 2014 – My 37 week doctor appointment where she told me I’d have to decide the following week if I wanted to be induced at 38 or 39 weeks because he was measuring so small (the sixth percentile to be exact).
- Wednesday, April 9, 2014 – After school, my mom spent four hours with me going through my baby shower gifts since my little baby was going to come earlier than expected, and we had to get the baby room ready! My wonderful mother took home several laundry baskets full of clothes, sheets, and towels since I still had two more days of work. My time was limited to say the least. That night as I looked into a mirror baring my belly, I told my mom my belly felt heavy. Never before had I felt that way throughout my pregnancy. She told me I definitely looked like the baby had dropped. Well….
Thursday, April 10, 2014 – I woke up at 3:30 in the morning to go to the bathroom. Except, errrr….. it wasn’t just to pee as it typically had been. Several times after that, I was in the bathroom. Definitely odd. At one point, Jonny woke up and asked me if I was ok because I was on all fours in the bed. I told him, “Yes, itz just comfortable.” I’d had a hard time getting comfortable and found myself on my hands and knees, so my belly could hang. I honestly thought nothing of it. Perhaps they were just some pregnancy pains, something I hadn’t experienced before. A couple hours went by and I couldn’t fall back asleep, so I decided to get up.
6:00 am – I texted my sister Stephanie, “Are you up?” She replied that she was, so immediately, I called her.
- Stephanie: Yeeeessss? [very groggy]
- Linz: I feel like I have cramps and I keep on pooping!
- Stephanie: WHAT?! ARE YOU IN LABOR? [fully awake] You better not be in labor! We still haven’t done maternity pictures in Innsbrook!
- Linz: No, I’m not in labor! I just feel really weird!
- Stephanie: You’re probably having contractions. Are you going to go to school?
- Linz: I have to. My long-term substitute is coming to shadow me today and tomorrow for transition.
- Stephanie: I think you’re in labor.
- Linz: No way. They’re probably just the practice ones. But I’m not sure if I can go to school if I feel like this. [e-mails my principal, “I feel really weird and am possibly having contractions. I’m sure it’s nothing, but if this continues I won’t be able to come in today. I’ll email you again in an hour and let you know.”] I have to go to school today. I didn’t even bring my computer home. I have so much to do! Let me see how I feel in an hour.
7:00 am – Another phone call to my sister.
- Stephanie: Well?
- Linz: Itz hurting worse.
- Stephanie: What?! You’re totally in labor!
- Linz: I don’t think so, but I just texted my principal because there’s no way I can go to school feeling like this.
- Stephanie: Have you called Mom and Dad?
- Linz: No. I still don’t really know what’s going on.
- Stephanie: You’re in labor.
- Linz: Why do I keep pooping then?
- Stephanie: Your body is clearing itself out, getting ready to push out a baby. Better now than during birth…
- Linz: This is so weird.
- Stephanie: Go take a shower, do your hair, and put makeup on.
- Linz: WHAT?!
- Stephanie: Do it. If you are going into labor, you’ll want to do it now before it gets any worse. Plus, it’ll help take your mind off things. Trust me. You’ll thank me later. Go shower. Bye.
I do end up taking a shower, doing my hair, and putting my makeup on. I also texted my co-worker/friend to come pick up the tie-dye that my class was set to do that day. She came over to see me in my bathrobe with a full face of makeup on. I kept telling her, “I don’t know what’s going on.” Later, she said I looked scared.
Funny enough, Jonny was scheduled to go into work at two o’clock in the afternoon instead of his usual early time. He kept asking me, “Should I call in?” And I kept telling him no, surely I wasn’t in labor, let’s just see what happens.
8:30 am – I decide to call my parents. They ask me if I’ve timed my contractions and I still believe I’m not having contractions even though they’re starting to become more and more uncomfortable. They advised me to call my doctor to make myself feel better and just to let her know what was going on.
When I called my doctor, she, too, asked if I’d timed my contractions. I told her no because I thought you were only supposed to time them when they became unbearable and I was still able to breathe through them. She gave me three options:
- Come to her office and they could hook me up to the baby monitor if I was worried about him and for peace of mind. I really didn’t want to do that because it was twenty minutes away and sitting in a car did not sound appealing. Also, if I went out there and it turned out I was in labor, I’d have to turn right back around and head back out in the direction to my house to the hospital.
- Go to the hospital and risk being sent right back home.
- Wait it out at home until contractions are five minutes apart. I chose this option.
Much to my surprise, when I timed my contractions, they were THREE AND A HALF MINUTES APART and lasting one minute! I called Stephanie again.
- Stephanie: Did you shower?
- Linz: Yes. [rolls eyes] And I called Mom and Dad. And my doctor.
- Stephanie: And?
- Linz: My doctor gave me three options. [explain what they are]
- Stephanie: I CANNOT believe you are in labor right now.
- Linz: Stop saying that, you’re freaking me out. You were early, too, right?
- Stephanie: Yeah, but they had to induce me both times. This is AMAZING that your body is doing it on itz own.
- Linz: We still don’t really know what’s going on. But I timed them and they’re three and a half minutes apart.
- Stephanie: You’re in labor.
- Linz: I can still breathe through them.
- Stephanie: You need to be drinking tons of water and eating right now. You can’t eat once you get to the hospital. I can’t believe you’re going to have a baby today!
- Linz: I am drinking water and I already ate a banana.
- Stephanie: Go eat more. Call me when something else happens.
Jonny continues to ask me if he should call in to work. I keep telling him, “Let’s wait it out.” I did tell him the only thing I felt like eating was a bagel and cream cheese, but of course we had none in our house, so he kindly went out to get me one. I remember eating it through contractions in our bedroom. I couldn’t get comfortable. I didn’t know if I wanted to lay down, sit, or walk around. Nothing felt good. I literally took bites through contractions and sometimes had to stop chewing in order to breathe deeply. For a very split second, I contemplated taking a picture of the bagel on my bed. Why? Because I knew I would be sharing my birth story and this bagel and cream cheese would be part of it. But I didn’t. I could have cared less about pictures at that moment which is exactly why this entire post is [almost] picture-less. having a baby > blogging 😉
Jonny and I laughed a lot that morning. Were we really about to have a baby?! My contractions continued to be three and a half minutes apart, but I was still breathing through them, so I figured we’d wait it out at home as long as possible.
10:30 am – Finally I said to Jonny, “I think we should go to the hospital.” I was very uncomfortable and getting more so by the minute. Jonny packed up the car, and off we went. I didn’t want to talk in the car. I closed my eyes, periodically opening them to check where we were during the short ride.
10:45 am – As we walked in to the hospital, I kept expecting someone to offer me a wheelchair. After all, I [think I] was in labor! That didn’t happen, so I waddled up to the Labor and Delivery floor. The ladies at the desk greeted me and asked why I was here.
WATERWORKS! I burst in to tears and sobbed, “I think I’m having contractions!” I can look back on it now and laugh, but at that moment, it got so real. I knew I was going to have a baby that day. My body felt more different than it ever had, and my contractions were getting so uncomfortable.
… to be continued …