If you told me Wednesday morning that I was going to give birth by 8 o’clock that night I would have laughed at you. It started out like any other Wednesday. The only slight difference was that after my morning pee I noticed a little bit of blood on the toilet paper. I wasn’t very alarmed by this because at 39 weeks I figured I was just started to lose some of my mucus plug. Also I had an appointment with my midwife scheduled for 10 am that morning so I would just have her check and see what was going on.
I dropped Aubrey off at my in-laws and headed on over to my appointment. My midwife reported that I was about 2 ½- 3 centimeters dilated. She than told me that she was going to strip my membranes without even given me a chance to say if I wanted her to or not. Thankfully it didn’t hurt as much as people have told me it does. Don’t get me wrong, it was pretty uncomfortable but maybe because my membranes were already soft it helped out with the actual pain part. I then headed home to get a few things done before Aubrey came home for her nap. I made a big pot of sauce and meatballs that I had planned on freezing into a few portions for post baby dinners. While I was making them I was also having some minor contractions.
My contractions were happening about every 5- 20 minutes but nothing consistent or terribly painful. Aubrey came home and we played for a little bit and then I laid her down for her nap. I made myself a peanut butter and jelly sandwich and sat down on the couch to write my giveaway post and watch Pretty Little Liars (yes I am aware that I am too old to watch this show). About a half hour into my computer/sandwich/television date, I felt a strange little bubbling at the top of my stomach and about 5 seconds later, felt my water break. I immediately called Joey and told him that alarming news.
I rushed around and got the rest of what I needed for the hospital together and called my mom. While I was on the phone with my mom I went out into the garage to get a few things from the dryer. As I was doing this I could literally hear Joey running up the driveway, it was hysterical. We got the rest of what we needed and then waited for my in-laws to come back over to stay with Aubs. I was pretty upset that I wasn’t able to say goodbye to Aubrey or even be able to prepare her for the fact the I wouldn’t be around for a few days but there wasn’t really anything I could do besides hope that she would be okay with it.
We arrived at the hospital around 4:15. We told the head nurse that my water had broken and she instructed us to have a seat while she dealt with the insurance issue of another patient. I wasn’t really concerned about waiting at first but after about 5 minutes I started getting pretty painful contractions. Also as the minutes went by it seemed like more and more people were coming to check in, I was praying that they remembered that I was there first. Joey looked over at me and realized that I was sweating really bad and starting giving all of the nurses the stink eye. After about 20/25 minutes the head nurse finally looked over at us and said, “I almost forgot you were here.” Yeah- not funny.
After I signed a few forms I was led to my delivery room. The nurse hand me a gown and a cup to leave a sample in. I headed to the bathroom and had the most painful contraction yet. I just remember holding on to the sink and thinking, “What have I gotten myself into again” and “I need to get an epidural, stat.” I was in so much pain and discomfort that I wasn’t able to leave them a urine sample.
The nurse checked me and to see how much I was dilated and I was at 4, so almost centimeter and a half more than that morning. I asked her right away if I could get set up to get an epidural because I already felt like my pain level was at the point or even past the point that I had an epidural with Aubrey. She said they would set me up with an IV and send my blood work to be tested but I had to wait until I had all my fluids and my blood work was cleared. It seemed like everyone was taking their time which was really frustrating. I soon learned that weren’t really taking their time, they were just trying to take care of the insane amount of women in labor who suddenly came flooding in. It turned out that nine woman came in to deliver that night. The nurses and doctors believed it was because of the low pressure from hurricane Isaac.
I was checked again after about a half hour because my contractions were really intense and on top of each other. This time I was dilated to 6. The nurse then informed me that I was going incredibly fast and that there was a good chance that I wouldn’t be able to get an epidural. This shocking news made me immediately burst into tears. I told her that I really didn’t want to push the baby out without an epidural. She told me that I could have it as soon as everything was ready but at the rate I was going even if they administered it, there was a really good chance that it wouldn’t take in time. I was also introduced to the staff midwife because they weren’t sure if my midwife was going to make it there on time.
By the time I was ready for the epidural I was at 8 ½ centimeters. You would think that at that point I would have just declined it but I had the fear that I would be pushing for an hour and that scared the hell out of me. I tried to distract myself during my contractions by thinking about meeting my girl soon or by thinking about Aubrey. Unfortunately my mind took over and the only thing I could think of while I was in pain was the Huggies potty training song which Aubrey had been watching on repeat all week. You know the one that goes, “Left side cross, right side cross, step, step, toes, waist, celebrate. Do the potty dance.” It went back and forth between that and “The Wheels on the Bus.” I was hoping that the epidural would help me stop singing ridiculous songs in my head during such a momentous event.
A team of 3 people came in to do my epidural. They had me sit on the edge of the bed with my feet up on a stool. I’m not sure if the woman doing it was new but she seemed pretty unsure of where my spine was and kept asking me if she should go left or right. She finally got it in and then tested it only to see that it wasn’t placed right and she would have to do it all over again. I told them if they couldn’t do it than don’t worry about it because it is my spine they were messing with and that’s not something I really wanted to mess around with. While they were redressing me for their second attempt, I had my strongest contraction yet and the rest of my water broke. They said the baby was probably plugging my cervix and that’s why my water continued to slowly break throughout my entire labor. It seemed like a bunch of people came into the room before they went in for the second time which made me even more nervous. Turns out that they brought the OR anesthesiologist in and she was the one to put the second one in somewhat successfully.
I kept waiting for relief to come but it never did. The only thing that changed was that I was feeling more and more pressure with each contraction. They checked me again and I was at a 9 ½. They had me lay on my side to help relieve my pain and told me to let them know when it felt like I had to push. Within 5 or 10 minutes I literally felt like the baby was pushing herself out. It was the strangest feeling ever like the baby was going to deliver herself if I wasn’t going to do it. I told Joe to go get the nurse and the midwife now because I couldn’t hold back from pushing any longer. Thankfully they were right outside the door and the sounds of my screams had two more nurses running in. I always said that I hate when women scream during childbirth when I see it on television but there was honestly no way I couldn’t scream. I feel bad for those eight other women in labor around me because I probably scared the hell out of them. They asked me to roll over and I just kept saying that I couldn’t. They basically did it for me and Joey said as soon as they opened my legs you could already see they baby’s head, like that visual? They then had me hold my legs the best I could and push. Finley Kate was born in about 3 pushes at 7:51 pm and I felt every boney inch of her coming out.
She wasn’t moving at first which scared Joey but as soon as they suctioned her nose and mouth, she started wailing. They held her up for me to see before placing her on my belly. I was relieved to see that she wasn’t the 10 lb baby that I envisioned lived in my belly. As soon as I delivered the placenta, which was a piece of cake compared to delivering a baby, Joe cut the cord and I pulled her up to lay skin to skin on my chest. I held her for about 20 minutes and then I let Joey hold her. The nurses took her after that to weight her before I fed her. She came in weighing 7 lbs 11 oz. Joe and I thought she was closer to 7 because she looked so small.
They gave her back to me and I nursed her. She wasn’t as quick to take to it as Aubrey had been but she still latched after some coaxing. After she was done nursing, I handed her off to Joey and got cleaned up. We hung out in the delivery room until about 11 o’clock before being transferred to a recovery room. They were so busy with all of the other women in labor that they weren’t able to transfer us sooner. This gave us some time to take in what had just happened. We went from joking around about having a baby that day to having one less than 12 hours later. From the time my water broke to the time I gave birth was only about 4 hours and only 3 hours after checking into the hospital. If her birth is any inclination to the rest of this little girl’s life than watch out because Finley is a force to be reckoned with.