May 30th, 2016, 10 days "overdue" and so ready to be done housing a tiny, rib kicking human. Also, 2cm dilated for the last three weeks, 3 membrane sweeps performed, and promised by drs that I wasn't going to make it to my "due date". HA!
Dylan and I slowly make our way to the hospital for our now scheduled induction. *Anyone that knows me knows that this TOTALLY is not me but very pregnant women do crazy things to not be extremely pregnant anymore.* When we got to the hospital my dr checked me and I was 3cm dilated and had bloody show after she performed our 4th membrane sweep. Who knew that so many bumpy four wheeler rides helped a little! Knowing my desire for a natural birth, my dr agreed to letting me walk the streets of blue earth and be monitored overnight for progress before starting the induction.
We went walking for about three hours that evening and during said walk I got pooped on by a bird and slightly peed me pants. Hey when your over 41 weeks pregnant things happen! After walking for so long my contractions were there but definitely not strong enough or anything worth timing. So we went back to sleep at the hospital since we had no clue what to expect throughout the night. Surprisingly enough I slept through every contraction only to be woken by the blood pressure cuff every so often. Until 4am, I finally started to notice my contractions getting stronger and more frequent but still nothing too crazy. I called my doula and my mom telling them what was going on and to head to the hospital when they could. When my doula got there she confirmed that I was indeed in labor as I was still in denial that this was actually labor. Like the kind of labor that a baby comes out.
Once again we started walking to get things moving and I labored all around the hospital, even the gift shop. I was still at a 3 at 9am but had contractions every 3 minutes. I kept doing my thing but the pain was definitely getting stronger. They checked me again at 2pm and I had finally progressed to a 5. At this point, I distinctly remember everyone talking but things were no longer funny to me and I really had to focus on getting through each contraction. This is when I finally got to go into the tub and spend some alone time with dylan, which actually meant we sat in a dark room and slept between contractions which were every 2-3 minutes.
(It is amazing what our bodies do when we birth naturally. During my whole labor I was able to sleep the few minutes I had between contractions. Even when I was 10 cm and pushing, I still slept between contractions! Dylan tells me that I was passing out into between contractions but I choose to believe that I was a birth goddess and slept ;) )
After getting out I got checked again by a different nurse and to our surprise she said I was at a 9 and they needed to prep the room! Soon after my dr came in, only to recheck me and tell me that I was not at a 9 but only a 7. Talk about bringing a girl down! I begged for her to break my water for some reason? Looking back now I'm not totally confident why I asked/begged? Some time in here I was also laboring on the toilet laying on a ball eating an italian ice. It was quite the sight that you can see in the birth slideshow.
At 6pm, they checked me again and I was finally ready to push. Personally, I don't think I was actually ready to push as my body never felt "pushy". However, I started the classic hospital, coached, laying on your back pushing. This is my biggest regret of my birth. I so wish I would have pushed as I wanted but being a first time mom I think I needed to actually learn how to push.
After the first few pushes the dr assured me that in 6 pushes we would meet our baby (we didn't know gender).
Well after 6 pushes she turned her head and got completely stuck. I vividly remember telling everyone that they were lying to me as she was not "almost here" like they were claiming at each push. At this point in natural labor you completely go into what they call "labor land". I completely blacked out when I was actually pushing but remember picking up certain sounds and focusing on them. Dylan counting, my mom (boldly) telling me that I needed to push harder, my doula telling me that I was doing good and our cell phones constantly going off with excited family members wondering why in the hell this is taking so long!
Finally after 3 hours of unmedicated pushing, lots of pulling and stretching from the dr and one completely exhausted momma (and baby), Charlie was finally here! She was a little slow on the breathing front so she got a little help. She also had a hard time keeping her temp up but nothing snuggling with mom all night didn't fix. She is my rainbow baby and I have never been happier in my life. I am so proud of myself for surviving 17 hours of unmedicated labor and swore I would never do it again but here I am dreaming of my home water birth. Until next time <3