Thursday night,
1/2/14, I slept awful and my hips were killing me! So at 7:30 in the morning I
rolled onto all fours and did a child's pose. All of a sudden I felt a "pop!" So I jumped out of bed
and there was a small gush. I went to the bathroom and knew it couldn't be pee.
I walked back to our bedroom and told Greg "well, something is happening
today."
I called the midwives and being GBS+, they told me to come
to L&D to be checked out. I took my time, made breakfast for Cameron and
myself, did laundry and dishes, took a shower, and then left around
10:50. I took my time driving up to Boulder and called my dad to let him
know there was a possibility of something happening today. I also called my mom
to let her know that she should be ready "just in case," but that I really didn't think anything
was happening, as I hadn't even had a contraction yet, three hours later.
I got to the hospital at 11:15 and got checked in. Still,
nothing happening, no pain, no additional leaking, no contractions! Shortly after checking me in, my midwife,
Calla confirmed my water had broken and that I was being admitted. Yay! I
called Greg and my mom to let them know that they should head up soon, since I
was being admitted. Calla asked me what I wanted to do for "pain
management." I told her that since the birth of Cameron was unmedicated
and natural, I was okay with getting an epidural this time. She called the
anesthesiologist.
At 12:05 I logged my first contraction. I texted Greg and my
mom at 12:30 asked where they were because my contractions were now 2
minutes apart! Things were picking up fast. He and my mom walked in at 12:35
and my contractions were starting to get painful. I'm guessing, in retrospect,
that I was in transition at this point. My midwives recommended going pee at
1:00, so I did, and had an awful, awful, awful contraction. At this point, the
anesthesiologist had walked in the room. I came back to bed and had another
awful contraction. The anesthesiologist asked "are we doing this?,"
and Calla said, "let me check her first." I finally let Calla check
me. I was at a 9!!! The anesthesiologist said, "I guess not!" and
walked out. Calla told me to push. I had a small gush of fluid and she said
"you're probably at a 10 now, let's have a baby!" I pushed through 5
contractions and out he came... All almost 9 lbs. of him! Before I could do
anything else, I had to take a peek between his legs to see if he was a he or a
she! I still cannot believe I went from no contractions to baby in just a
little over an hour. I'm glad it was fast, but seriously, holy cow! Colin was 8
lbs. 15 oz. AFTER he peed on me, which is why I call him "my 9
pounder." The nurses and Calla joked that "next time" I better head
in ASAP or that I will probably have a "car baby."
We did immediate skin to skin for 1.5 hours. I had no
complications whatsoever. Easy peasy lemon squeezy. Now, if I can only convince to have a third... :)
