Nina is such a sweet girl. She loves smiling, her swing, being outside in the hot humid air (I don’t know why), having her brothers play with her, and snorting. Yes, you read that correctly, she is a very snorty baby. She weighs just over 10 lbs and just holding onto that growth chart. The boys are waiting for her to roll over and laugh, two things she’s on the verge of doing. She had her first day of pre, pre, Pre-K this week and she did great!
As with all of my previous birth stories, feel free to skip this post if you aren’t interested in birth details.
I feel like I should start Nina’s birth story weeks before she actually arrived because I was quite convinced she was going to come weeks before her birthday. Since Augustine was born just after 38 weeks I figured that anytime after 38 weeks along with Nina would be in the realm of possibility. David had been working on our master bathroom renovations and I told him that he needed to have it “done enough” to have a baby there by at least May 1st. Well, May 1st came and went. The official due date of May 7th came and went. My birthday (May 8th) came and went as well as Mother’s Day (May 10th). If I hadn’t been certain that I’d have this baby by at least my Birthday I probably would have handled the next week better but I was desperate to not be pregnant anymore. The days dragged on with chiropractor adjustments, eating dates, drinking Red Raspberry Leaf tea, walking, sitting on an exercise ball and anything else I could think of to bring on labor.
At 41 weeks along my midwife came to do a membrane sweep in the hopes that contractions would kick in. That was a Thursday and that day and Friday I did have more cramping but nothing significant. Saturday had even less activity and I got to the point that maybe I wasn’t going to have a baby ever! Oh how wrong I was though. I went to bed Saturday night, like most nights defeated that labor hadn’t started and wishing so badly that contractions would wake me up sometime in the early morning.
Well Nina did one better and instead of contractions waking me up my water broke at 11:30PM. I tried getting out the bed and water gushed on the bed, then again while walking to the bathroom. I woke David up and he went to work getting things cleaned up. I think I went into a bit of shock because I started shaking and had to sit and calm down before even calling the midwives and the doula we had hired. I gave it 30 minutes and called my midwife who actually didn’t answer as I’m sure she was sleeping. I wasn’t too concerned because contractions had started yet. I did text the midwives and our doula at midnight and around 1 am I heard back from one of the midwives saying that she’d head over to our house in a couple of hours and that I should give my doula a call since contractions had started by the point. My doula arrived just before 2 am and was able to tell that contractions had already picked up in the 2 hours since they had started and wanted me to try calling my midwife again. She answered this time and at that time the contractions, while painful , were confusing with constant back pain and only lasting a few seconds she didn’t feel the need to rush over. Things moved very quickly after that so much so that our doula contacted both midwives to have them come as soon as possible. Up until that point I was getting through the contractions by leaning over the bed and swaying back and forth. I had remembered with Oliver’s labor that I got some relief from the back pain by sitting in the shower so that’s where I went at about 2:30. I stood up in the shower for an hour trying to breath through the contractions that seemed to be coming so fast. I had stopped timing them but I could tell they were very close together and getting more intense with each one.
At 3:30 I decided to get in the bathtub where I was able to relax a bit better but again the contractions were very close together and very intense. Both midwives had arrived at this point as well and started setting up their supplies and checked baby’s heart rate which was great. The next 45 minutes are a blur of singing to my labor playlist (mostly worship music), moaning through contractions, and giving David looks of “how am I going through this again”. I remember one song had lyrics along the lines of having God do what he wants through me and joking that I did NOT want God to have me going through this pain. I felt like labor couldn’t possibly last much longer because the contractions were so intense and so close together but I didn’t have any urge to push. My midwife told me I could try pushing which i did and did not like. After another couple of contractions though I moved to sitting on my knees holding onto the sides of the tub and in one push her head was out. I repeated several times “i want it out, get out” and another push baby was born into the water. Someone asked if I wanted to grab the baby and I said “I can’t” as I needed to get sat down. My midwife said “I’ve got HER” as she untangled her from the umbilical cord and handed her to me.
After a minute I said, “you said her, its a girl?” My midwife said she didn’t actually see so I looked and sure enough, a SHE she was. Nina was born at 4:25 AM, just 5 hours after my water broke. It felt like waiting forever to go into labor and then it was over so quickly. We feel so blessed to have had Nina born safely at home where she was welcomed by her brothers when they woke up just 2 hours later.