It’s been 1 week now since Hunter was born. The week just flew by. My originally thought was to have his birth story posted right away, mainly so I wouldn’t forget anything. Well 1 week has passed and nothing has been forgotten, and I really don’t see myself forgetting any of it.
It all started on Friday, May 25th, which, coincidentally was my due date…
The build up
I had woken up early to make it to my favorite 5:30am strength workout. I sure hoped my water would break during the workout and things would get started.
Right before the workout began I hit up the bathroom, where I found a little blood… that resembled the end of your period. I was totally freaked out, but still did the workout. Turns out I had some bloody show, a good sign labor will be happening soon(ish).
Later that afternoon I had a midwife appointment. I got checked for the first time and was 90 effaced, 1-2 cm dilated. I had my midwife strip my membrane a bit in hopes of getting things going. Jacob and I really wanted Hunter to show up that weekend.
On Friday, Saturday and Sunday I did tons (TONS – at least 1.5 hours each day) of walking and also had a few more contractions.
Sunday afternoon I decided to take some castor oil. Castor oil only works to bring on labor if your body is ready to go into it. If its not, you just give yourself the runs and feel horrible for 12 hours or so. I was willing to take that risk. We both had this feeling it was time, especially with my bloody show and the contractions I’d been having.
A cup of OJ, fresh strawberries and a shot of castor oil all blended together went into my belly around 1pm on Sunday.
Jacob and I went to Fred Meyers that afternoon, and did something we never do — bought 3 movies. Then we did something else we never do — watched 2 in a row. We just *knew* something was going to happen.
At 8pm, about halfway through the second movie I began to feel a warm liquid starting to flow out of me. I dashed to the toilet, excited and hoping this was it. I couldn’t tell if it was my water breaking, me peeing myself or just lots of discharge. I called my midwife, she said it probably was my water breaking, to see how the night goes and come into the hospital in the morning unless labor progresses faster.
So we went for a walk, and 1 hour later the contractions started. Jacob got the biggest grin on his face during those early contractions. It was time!
I always wondered what contractions would really feel like, and to me it felt like really, really bad menstrual cramps. Before being pregnant mine were pretty bad, so being worse means they were really uncomfortable.
Fast forward a couple hours and the contractions were about 1-2 minutes apart and about 30 – 45 seconds long. I was feeling kind of freaked out, how could it be happened so fast? I spent a good amount of time in the shower, letting the warm water run down my low back (which was a big part of where I felt my contractions) for a little relief. Nothing really made them change. Jacob was on the phone with our midwife a few times… we both didn’t know why they were so close so soon. Was my labor really happening this fast?
Around 11pm we tried to get some sleep in, knowing we had a long night ahead. I couldn’t nap, they were so close together. I made it to 12:30am Monday morning and told myself at 1pm we will leave the house and head to the hospital. I could make it just 30 more minutes right?
At 12:45am we got the bags, were in the jeep and on our way to the hospital.
It really couldn’t be happening this fast… could it?