Our third little miracle is here!
I can hardly believe I’m typing this (on my phone using the WordPress app for the first time because I honestly don’t remember where I last placed my laptop).
This pregnancy was a miracle. A surprise. A truly magical and equally exhausting experience. For the first half of this pregnancy I was in denial. I had truly believed I would not be pregnant again. I would not watch my belly grow with life inside again. I would never feel kicking and stretching from within again. I would not have to endure labor and delivery again.
Fast forward to the third trimester and I was no longer in denial but in a state of quiet panic. I could no longer pick either of my children up to hold them. I couldn’t lift the weekly groceries from our already crowded minivan. I felt I couldn’t manage my household day to day. I was already sleep deprived. I was so big I couldn’t put my own socks and shoes on. If my almost 2 year old daughter decided to suddenly take off in a parking lot I knew I wouldn’t be able to catch her. I felt extremely inadequate.
All of that said, I had the very best support system in place that insured a safe family and a safe pregnancy.
I had my husband and I had my Mommy and Daddy.
I honestly don’t know how I would’ve managed without the constant help from these beautiful souls.
I also don’t know how I would’ve stayed sane. You see, the other thing I never thought I’d have to do again was to worry about making it to the hospital in time. But here we were again. Living on the side of the island with the worst traffic, worst road work schedules, mistimed traffic lights, etc. A plan was needed every day. If Jody was at work, my Mom was the closest and would come get me and rush me to hospital. If Jody was home, he was on call. If Jody was surfing and Mom was at work, Dad was on call. If everyone was at work I would try to plan being out with the kids close to hospital or Jody’s office. It was exhausting having to think up a new plan every day.
I experienced Braxton hicks contractions fairly early into the 3rd trimester this time and I felt real contractions around 34 weeks. My son and daughter both arrived early (2 and 3 weeks) so we thought this babe would also make an early entrance.
The history of my two previous deliveries made this one a bit more stressful simply because we “thought” it would play out in similar fashion. With the way I was feeling, we expected this baby as early as the end of April, he arrived mid-May, so it was a long couple of weeks. Every night for 3 weeks I made sure my bag was packed for the hospital, I did my best at keeping our pantry and fridge stocked, I kept reminding my Mom to have a bag packed so that she could simply grab it and head to our place once my water broke, we kept clean towels in the car, etc.
At 36 weeks I was 1cm dilated. At 37 weeks I was 3cm dilated. At 38 weeks (the longest I’ve carried a pregnancy) I was still 3cm and only 50% effaced. I was so stressed by this point because traffic issues were happening non stop on our side of the island and we knew my labors were quick. I had been feeling loads of contractions but they weren’t consistent. I was so frustrated by the lack of progress that I texted a few friends and family the following:
The rest of that day was spent shopping for groceries with my Mom and kids, battling with my son over nap time, and trying to relax at home.
Jody and I still hadn’t settled on a name and while making dinner we decided on it and joked that baby could be born now that he had his name.
A quick dinner of grilled cheese sandwiches and tomato soup was had and I spent the rest of the evening sorting through baby clothes in the guest bedroom. Around 10 pm I brushed my teeth and settled down for the night. Jody had fallen asleep shortly before I got into bed.
Every night for those 3 weeks I expected my water to break once I settled into bed. And every night, nothing happened. This night was different. I had finally accepted that this baby was going to arrive when he was good and ready and that I had no control over it. I had just fallen asleep when I heard my daughter wimper on the baby monitor. I turned to look at the monitor and felt a trickle. “Oh. Uh…..”
Jody immediately woke and sat up. “What’s going on???”
I didn’t feel anything else so I wasn’t sure if it was my water. “I’m not sure, maybe…maybe my water?”
That was all Jody needed. He got up and started getting dressed as I made my way to the bathroom only to feel the gush halfway there (luckily I was wrapped in a towel). This was it. It was go time.
Jody called my Mom and then my doctor.
When my water broke with my daughter, my Mom was already at our house, we already knew about lane closures on the highway and we made a 45 minute drive in 23 minutes. But i was shaking, I was scared the entire drive, I thought we’d have that baby in the car.
This time was completely different.
My Mom showed up a few minutes after calling her, we kissed the kids (already fast asleep in their beds) and off we went.
For some reason I was very calm this time. I didn’t feel scared. I trusted my body and myself to know what was happening. No red lights were run this time. We even turned the radio on. Fittingly, the song “I’m coming out” was playing and Jody and I laughed….a lot.
We made it to the hospital in 45 minutes and once again had to use the ER entrance. Apparently when you do this it is hospital policy to have ER staff take your vitals. After answering a few questions I was quickly wheeled to labor and delivery (no vitals taken).
Let’s go baby #3!!!!!
Our head nurse told me that we’d do one practice push before the real pushing started.
I was in no pain at this point. Even the pushing didn’t hurt this time. I was truly blessed.
We did our practice push, and then a real push. For some reason I can’t keep my eyes open when I push (kind of like when you sneeze). After the first “real” push I heard Jody say “oh my god I can see his hair…” and I pushed one more time.
And just like that, I was able to send out a new text…
And then there were three…