Well after I gave birth to my first daughter Ella Jordyn, I posted a detailed blog of what the labor process was like. It was long, exhausting, and very unique. Ella was posterior until the bitter end, and towards the end of my 3 hours and 45 minutes of pushing, she turned her 9 lb 13 oz body and came out face down like babies should.
This is the story of my labor and the birth of my second daughter, Avery Faith. Again, like I said in the first one, this is just as much for me as it is for anyone because the farther removed you are, the more details you forget. Everything is still pretty fresh for me right now so I’m going to get this pounded out as soon as I can (which isn’t easy with a newborn and an 18 month old running around!).
This pregnancy was unusual from the very beginning because I didn’t even know I was pregnant until I was like 20 weeks along. Thats an entire story in itself! Click here for that. So the due date was fixed based on the measurements of the baby at 20 weeks gestation as opposed to a missed period. I was nursing Ella when this baby was brewing in my belly so I didn’t think it was strange that I didn’t have a period. And otherwise I had no symptoms of pregnancy. Until my tummy started getting bigger and I felt kicking. ha. Anyways, all that to say the due date wasn’t super reliable. It was fixed at July 16th, but July 16th came and went and I didn’t feel like labor was immanent.
I was having Braxton Hicks contractions here and there for quite a while during pregnancy, which is normal. About 3 days past my due date they started picking up in frequency. My mom had a voucher with Southwest and was going to buy her ticket and fly out here (from across the country!) when labor types of things started happening.
It wasn’t until Saturday morning the 20th that I knew I was seriously in labor.
I texted my mom at 5:30am that morning because I was laying in bed awake having labor contractions about 7 min apart (she was packed and ready and had to leave the house within the hour to catch her flight!). Going back to sleep was a lost cause unfortunately (you should always sleep if you can even when labor is starting!) so I got up and started my morning.
If you happened to see the pictures from my first labor you will understand why my first priority was to put on some blasted eyeliner! haha.
We made breakfast and around 9 or 10am we were timing my contractions about 4-5 minutes apart. I was sure we were on track to be at the hospital by lunchtime. Just like the first time around, we had arranged to deliver with a doula (Tara Gomez) and we had texted her to keep her in the loop but were so far doing ok at home on our own, so we hadn’t asked her to come yet. Sidenote: I am about to post a blog entitled “Why I Will Always Deliver with a Doula” so stay tuned for that if you aren’t familiar with what they do 🙂
After breakfast I got myself settled in on the couch for a few minutes to photo dump my phone. (I am notorious for keeping my phone so full of pictures and videos that I can’t take any more!) I was so motivated to get that done quickly because I was sure things were progressing. However, over the course of the next couple hours, things seemed to slow down quite a bit. I was still having contractions, but they became less intense and were as far as 10-15 min apart.
The more time that went by, the more discouraged I began to feel. And I was aware that if I allowed myself to stay discouraged it would actually be hindering the labor process because of the hormones and how they work in the body. We were in waiting mode. All our bags were packed, we had full tummies and excitement in our hearts. We started remarking on how similar this labor was to my labor with Ella in terms of the timeline and how things progressed.
It all made sense in the end, but at the time we had no idea what was going on and why this thing was taking so long!
To be continued…with pics 😉