Our third baby girl arrives, finally making her debut on Monday, December 19th, 2016.
My due date comes and goes! Friday, December 16th, 2016. No sign of my water breaking. No contractions. I was beyond ready to deliver. By the end, you become super uncomfortable. I would urge all new moms to take advantage of any spare time they may have with their first pregnancy. Get your nails done, get a massage, sleep as much as you can. With every subsequent pregnancy, you will be chasing your other kiddo(s) around. There is no “down time.”
I was only three days late, but that was enough for me! I empathize with any of you out there who were past your due date. Some of you up to two weeks! By Sunday, I was ready to try all the “natural” inducers. We packed up the troops and tromped around Sea World the entire day. I was going to walk around as much as possible and get things moving. That night, I consumed the spiciest salsa I could find. I am not sure if this helped, but at 2 a.m. Monday morning, I began to experience contractions.
EARLY LABOR PHASE
My husband was sound asleep, and I did not want to wake him until I knew this was the real deal. With every pain, I began to inhale and exhale more slowly and loudly. My deep breathing eventually woke him up, and he turned to me and asked, “Are you ok?” I had no idea I was that audible. So, needless to say, it was time.
LET THE CRAZY PREGNANT LADY DO AS SHE PLEASES
He called his parents quickly so that he could drop off the kids. I stayed at the house to get ready. I may have panicked my husband a bit. He wanted me to go with him to take the kids and then head straight to the hospital because he was worried labor might progress faster since this was our third baby.
I had other plans. I wanted to feel comfortable before departing. So, I straightened up a little around the house and slapped on a light coat of makeup. Crazy? Yes! However, it would be hours and hours before I could take a shower and feel fresh again. Therefore, I was the one in labor, and I was the one about to deliver my third and final child, let me do things the way I want. Plus, my in-laws and the hospital are all within our five-mile radius. So, I felt like there was time. In hindsight, probably not the smartest move. Luckily, my gamble paid off, and the baby stayed safely in my cozy and luxurious womb until we reached the hospital.
My husband did not say a word. He indulged my craziness, and as soon as he got back from dropping off the kids, he swooped me up, and we were off in a flash. Upon my arrival, they checked me into a triage room. They wanted to monitor my contractions, and if things did not progress, they would most likely send me home.
EARLY LABOR PHASE CONTINUES
The contractions continued to grow stronger and stronger. All of them were under five minutes apart. When I first got there, I was four centimeters dilated. After calling my doctor, the nurse instructed me to walk around in the hallway to see if that would move things further along. So, we paced up and down for an hour or so. I would pull over to the side for my contraction pit stops, taking hold of whatever was closest, be it a pillar, chair, etc.
ACTIVE LABOR PHASE
Once I returned to my triage room, they checked me again, and I had reached five centimeters. The doctor felt I was progressing at a good pace and so they admitted me to a delivery room. One helpful tip we discovered with my first delivery was for my husband to squeeze my hand during contractions. Typically, the woman squeezes her partner’s hand, but that sure takes it out of you. If your partner squeezes your hand instead, it serves the same purpose, but you save your energy for delivery.
I continued to labor until about 9 a.m. when I received my epidural. If you opt to have a natural birth, more power to you. I completely support whatever you want to do. I am not one to pass judgment on other mothers for their choices. For me, I wanted my epidural!
The anesthesiologist was insanely fast. After checking my back with a specialized ultrasound, he numbed the area, then inserted the huge needle into my spine. After a short period, I was feeling no pain.
My mom and husband kept me company while I waited. I am always incredibly hungry after giving birth! I was cracking my mom up because I kept discussing what I was going to eat after delivering.
When I stopped progressing as planned, the doctor paid me a visit to break my water. Then, she ordered a dose of Pitocin to keep things moving.
Shortly before delivering, the baby’s heart rate began to drop. I experienced this with Violet as well. The nurses rushed in to assist. They moved me on my side and gave me an oxygen mask. Next, they monitored the baby’s heart rate internally with a wire called an “electrode.” The nurse places it on the baby’s scalp. Normally, this would be very alarming. But, since we had dealt with this once before, we knew what to expect.
When I reached full dilation, they had me do a couple of rounds of practice pushes. I have been lucky, in that, I have never had to push for very long during delivery. In this delivery, it was the same case. They had me stop pushing, and we waited for the doctor to return.
While we waited, my nurse got the room set up, and they laid out all of the necessary medical tools.
When the doctor returned, it was time! I only pushed two or three times before we heard the cries of our newest baby at 1:33 p.m. Our third baby girl arrives! She weighed seven pounds nine ounces and was twenty inches long. This moment was the first, and most joyous, in the sequence of events over the last three weeks.
With our other girl’s births, I did not cry. Just being able to have a baby overwhelmed me with happiness. A broad smile was permanently on my face.
But this time around, since I knew this was our last child, I was certainly misty. I was all smiles, but I also shed some salty tears.
They placed Emilia gently on my chest for a cuddle. Like with my other girlies, I was immediately in love. It never ceases to amaze me how much you can instantly love this new little person in your life. The birth of a child is truly a blessing and a miracle. So were the mouth-watering cheeseburger and fries I devoured that evening!