This is part 2 of 3 of my labor story. Click here for part 1.
After several hours of my contractions all but subsiding, Tara our doula texted me at some point in the afternoon to see how things were going, and I asked her for suggestions on how to ramp things up. We had already taken what we thought was a “brisk walk.” I knew what she would say, and I’m sure you have a guess what her suggestion was. Of course we took her advice, and it definitely worked. Less than an hour later we were texting her to tell her that contractions were ramping up in frequency and intensity. By then it was 6:00pm and David had gone to get us Chipotle. After we ate we planned to meet Tara at the hospital. She drove there and called one last time to chat with me, and as we talked she realized I sounded a little too much like myself to be heading to the hospital. She came to the house instead to help us stay home as long as we could.
That’s when the fun began.
She watched me handle a contraction or two and decided a good option would be to go on a “brisk walk,” which has now become a funny joke between David and I. We informed Tara that we had been on a brisk walk already, which in comparison now seemed like a leisurely stroll! She was on my left and David on my right as they marched me down 5th street. We were power walking, even through the contractions. It must have literally looked like 2 people kidnapping a pregnant woman they were dragging me so fast. But it worked because about 3 min into the walk my water broke (which never happened with my first labor) and I was hysterically laughing because it totally soaked my body from the waist down and even drenched my flip flops! Isn’t that lovely?
Now, we live downtown, so there are people out walking around here all the time. Luckily I had on black cutoff sweatpants. As if we weren’t attracting enough attention before, now we were making such a commotion that our friend Stacy who was feeding Ella her dinner inside could hear us coming down the street! I walked in and went straight into the bathroom and stood in the shower. David brought me more clothes, and Tara brought me one of Ella’s diapers to put inside my undies! I am here to tell you that Huggies passed the saturation test! ha! They worked great! And we were laughing all the while.
Next she wanted me to get laid up in a position that would open up my hips to make the contractions more productive. So she and David were stuffing pillows all around me and although that sounds comfortable it was not! It made the contractions seem stronger and more painful! But that’s what Tara said should happen cause it means its working, so I endured as best I could. If wetting my pants with amniotic fluid and wearing diapers were not enough, here comes Tara around the corner with one of Ella’s sippy cups for me. It was a strange season of regression to childhood. But it was a brilliant idea because I was so thirsty but couldn’t have done a water bottle or regular cup because they had me turned all cockeyed sort of on my tummy/side. It was a comedy of errors.
Not long after all this my mom arrived from the airport . . . I was so thrilled she made it all the way from Alabama before we even left the house! It was about 9:00pm when we started talking about going to the hospital. The process still felt like it was taking forever, just like my labor with Ella. But the contractions were increasing in intensity still, and Tara was telling me that everything was looking good, and (although it was taking awhile) I was progressing just like I should be.
I was ready to get in the car for real. Tara wanted to go on one more “brisk walk”, so we agreed to go to the hospital and do it there. My mom rode with Tara and followed David and I. We arrived and did our walk outside, and boy I was hurting bad. Its not a scary pain, its a muscle type of pain you feel during contractions. It feels like your body is taking over on autopilot and squeezing everything in your abdomen! Walking through them was challenging!
After our walk we checked in and got me into the bed around 10:10pm. Our midwife Maria (pronounced MA-ria) checked me first thing. I was 9 centimeters and 100% effaced! I was so thrilled. Everyone was talking about how I could have this baby in like 15-30 min or something. They were asking me all these questions for the paperwork and I couldn’t even concentrate on answering them I was so distracted by the fact that I was 9 centimeters. You can see the blank look on my face in the picture. She was probably asking me what my maiden name was or something and I just looked at her like “what?” I couldn’t think!
I was believing that this really was going to be a fast labor, that the hard part was over. I was so ecstatic because all I knew of labor was LONG days in the hospital and 4 hours of pushing! What an amazing thing that this one was going to be different! Stay tuned for part 3 of 3 . . .