Wednesday, December 3, 2008

Ladybug's Birth

Warning: Men and impressionable children will probably not want to read any further.

After having quite a few strong contractions, but nothing really regular, I went in for my normal doctor's appointment on November 25 (Tuesday) thinking I would be even more dilated than I had been before. I was actually hoping the doctor would say that I was 7 cm and almost ready to deliver. ;-) In reality, I was still at 2 cm and 50% effaced. My doctor told me it could really be anytime, but it could also be another week.

I was very disappointed, and not only very sick of being pregnant, I wanted to hold my new baby. When I got back to the car, I called my dh to let him know and then cried in the parking lot for a few minutes. As I was driving home, however, I resolved to try to forget about being pregnant and go about my day. It was hard, and the only way I could do it was to stay busy. I made a batch of oatmeal raisin cookies, cleaned the house, and went for a walk. I avoided taking a nap, because I knew I would start to think about having my baby. When I sat, I sat on the birth ball.

By that evening, I was fairly tired, so I went to bed early. I woke at around 11 with some strong contractions, but again, they weren't regular so I went back to bed. I woke at 1 am with more contractions and this time they were timeable at about 10 minutes apart. I got my hubby up at 2 and told him that I was pretty sure it was the real thing this time. We called our doula who got here about 3:30ish and also tried to call our friend (Mrs. G) who was supposed to take care of Fritter. Unfortunately, she wasn't answering her phone, and after trying 4 times, I gave up and called another friend. This one said she had to go to work, but to let her know if we couldn't get a hold of Mrs. G. Right after hanging up, Mrs. G called and said she slept through the rings, and would be here soon. She got here about 4:30 to take Fritter. I had been a little nervous about how he would react, but he did fine and didn't even cry. We were told he had not only Mrs. G's 4 kids to play with, but also her 4 nephews who were in town for Thanksgiving.

I continued laboring, and my husband timed the contractions using this nifty timer. They were very strong and regular. When the sun came up, it started to rain. This was the first rain we had in 80+ days, and so my hubby opened the window so I could listen to and smell it. At one point, I looked out the window, and a small bird was taking shelter on the rail of our balcony.

Around 11 am, the contractions were very strong and about 2-3 minutes apart, so our doula said it was probably time to leave for the hospital. As we were getting ready, she encouraged me to eat, because once I got there, the nurses wouldn't let me have anything more than ice chips.

We got to the hospital around 11:30 and got checked in. Things really started getting hard then. I think at that point I was more interested in running from the pain instead of working with it and so exhausted that I just wanted to sleep. I remember at one point begging for a C-section so I could just be done. All I wanted to do was go home and sleep and I was sick of being in pain. I don't think it was too long after that that our doctor recommended that we break my water. I was at 8 cm and 95% effaced. My husband later told me that my bag of water was bulging and making it hard for the baby to descend any farther. I was afraid that if we broke my water, the baby would go into distress, so I waited.

My husband and doula were very encouraging, and talked me into breaking my water. Right afterwards, I remember looking down and thinking how gross it was. I made the nurse throw away my socks. Really quickly, the contractions came one on top of the next, and about a half hour later I got the urge to push. After 20 minutes, at 4:01 pm, little Ladybug was born and laid on my belly. She was just a tiny thing at 6 lbs. 11 oz. but had a nice strong cry.

It's amazing the difference between having a C-section and having a vaginal birth. While the pain is no joke (I told my hubby at one point we were never having kids again ;-) ), the recovery is so much easier. I was able to hold my beautiful girl right away, and nurse her immediately. I was able to get up that same day, and didn't have to bug the nurses to help me get Ladybug out of her bassinet so I could nurse her. We came home the next night, Thanksgiving, and I was able to sleep in my own bed.

We had our Thanksgiving meal on Friday evening. We simplified it, but it wasn't the food that was the main thing this year. We were so thankful for a natural labor and delivery, and for the health of our Ladybug. We are very blessed. I'm so grateful that my son has a sibling. I was able to give him something that I never had.

Fritter is very sweet with his little sister, and is always trying to show her his toys and giving her kisses on the head. He has been going through an adjustment though, and has been more fussy and temperamental towards his dad and I. Thankfully, my dh has had some paternity leave to help him through this, and they have been heading out to the park and everywhere else together.

My MIL comes into town tonight, so I'm not sure if I'll be blogging much while she's here, but I'll post some pictures soon.

1 comment:

Michelle said...


Congratualtions again on your beautiful baby girl. It sounds like you experienced prodromal labor which I have every time. Next time around (I know, it's so hard to imagine that), read up on it. It helps me to not exhaust myself in the early part of pre-labor by trying to make my body do something it's just not ready for. Labor does get eaiser and shorter after more babies.

But it still hurts.