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So... as many of you know, at my 36 week appointment, I was 3 cm. The night after my appointment I had some further cramping and BH's... so who know's where I was at when everything started on Saturday night....
DH and I had done some running around throughout the day, and finally decided to put the car seats in the vehicles. I was kind of discouraged all day long, having decided that even though I was dilated, I was not going to be having the baby over weekend, like I had felt throughout the week. But I also felt a bit icky, and a bit anxious. That night I had a really upset stomach - lots of gas. We went to bed, and right away I started cramping, but thought it was probably just my stomach acting up. I got up around 11:30, and used the washroom, and realized that it didn't make anything feel better... so I started thinking that this could be it.
I was having contractions every four minutes or so at this point, and then started leaking fluid with each one. I wasn't sure if I was just peeing myself, because I didn't have a big gush that I would have associated with my water breaking. I went and woke up DH, and he came down to start time contractions. They were 3-4 minutes apart at that point (around 12:30) so we called our doula. I talked to her for a bit, and she thought that from the sounds of it, I wasn't in enough pain during each contraction for me to be very far along... in all reality, I was just trying to be really polite on the phone!! Things started getting more and more instense, and I could fine any position to make it feel better. i finally put a towel down in the shower and sat there with the hot water coming down, and it felt SOOOO much better. but then we ran out of hot, and I had to get out. At that point, they contractions were so painful that I was getting really scared. DH called our doula again, and she could hear me in the back ground, and decided that it was time for her to come. I talked to her quickly, and told her that I wanted to go to the hospital. She said to try and stick it out at home, but if I changed my mind, and decided to go, to call her, and she would meet us there. I went upstairs to use the washroom, and one the way back down I started getting really shaky, and then proceeded to throw up all over our floor... twice... before I made it to the bathroom. At this point, it dawned on me, that I might be in transition! That is when I decided we needed to go. DH was trying to clean up my puke before the cats got to it (gross, I know), and I was yelling at him to hurry up. We finally left, and got to the hospital. We walked into L&D at the same time as our doula (3:00 am) and got admitted right away. I lucked out as there was no one else in the L&D triage! They made me try to lay down to get the 20 minutes of strip that they wanted on the baby, but it wasn't working because I could lay still through the contractions. The nurse confirmed that my water had broken, and then checked me... I was 9 cm.
So, I got zipped back into a L&D room, and labored there for a couple of hours - all I had was one tiny lip left, which just WOULD NOT GET OUT OF THE WAY. We tried different positions, the nurse tried holding it cack during contractions, everything. My body started pushing on every 4th or 5th contraction, without me being able to stop it. It was horrible. I finally asked her to check me again, and she said those 3 glorious words... "You're 10 cm!!!". She told me to labor through a couple of more, and then we would strat pushing. That was at 6:10 am. Well, with one or two pushes, Nolan slipped right down, and the doctors came rushing in. I finally gave in, and used the foot panels, and with one or two more contractions, he crowned. Two more pushes and he was here! He was born at 6:31 am. Oh my goodness!!!!!! I couldn't believe it! And neither could anyone else! Since it was my first time, it was expected that I would be pushing for at least 1 - 2 hours.
Anyway - Nolan was cleaned up, and I got stitches to repair two tiny little tears, and that was it. I had to have an IV with some pitocin because I had a little extra bleeding right after delivery of the placenta. But that was it - I got my med-free delivery!!!!!!! Nolan nursed right away under the guidance of my awesome doula, and within about an hour and a half he was fed, I was showered and fed, and we were on our way to PP. Wow - what an experience!!!!!
Anyway - I was a touch sore for the next day or two, but already by yesterday my one set of stitches stopped even being noticeable, and my other ones started getting a bit tight and itchy feeling, which means they are well on their way to healing up as well!