The night before he was born, I got a series of texts from an intuitive friend who said she knew he was coming. She also told me I was pregnant a day before I knew I was - so needless to say, I believed her!
Sunday morning I woke up around 6am to get PJ like I normally do. I had been having Braxton Hicks contractions pretty regularly for a few weeks but felt like something was a little different - I went to pee thinking maybe it was that.
Around 6:30am, I started texting family that something was starting and I thought “today would be the day”. My mom and sister asked if they needed to get there to which I said “nah, not yet.” Carmen took hoooooours to come and with PJ I labored all day before 5 hours or so of active labor in the hospital. I thought I still had time!
I also started tracking my contractions in the Full Term app (I’ve used this with both of my girls too) and I texted my doula who mentioned that she, too, woke up thinking “today was my day”.
I also want to mention that Carmen has a series of 5s in her birthday and PJ, 7s. So I had a hunch that G would come 4/14/19 or 4/19/19 so I could remember his birthday, naturally.
Between 7-8am, my contractions went from 4 minutes apart to 1.5 minutes apart. Between 8-9am, they went from 1.5 to 1. I knew something weird was happening...
At 8:45am, I texted my mother in law and a friend to come sooner. But, man, I just really felt like I was going to die at this point! I could barely get dressed, all within 2 hours?! I tried to pack my bag and change in between contractions - and it was super freaking hard because I essentially only had 30 seconds in between each of them. Note to self: actually have bag packed next time. Another note to self: don’t do kids’ laundry. Just get to hospital.
Around 9am, I made it back downstairs and told John to call and see when his mom and Alyssa would be there to watch the girls. Both were 20 minutes out. John said we should get the girls in the car and just go.
So we did. I thought I was coming in for an epidural. I kept thinking - if it’s ALREADY this bad two hours in, there is NO WAY I can do this again without drugs (I’ve had 2 unmedicated births already).
I got in the car at 9:10am.
I got to the lobby of the hospital at 9:20am and my doula was there waiting for me.
She ushered me to the PETU (intake) on the 3rd floor and I just remember her saying “3rd baby. Rectal pressure.” To everyone we came across.
I had to sign paperwork before walking into the PETU. That was hilarious. I was scribbling stuff I don’t even know. In fact, I want to see those papers!!
I got to my room and started to get my gown on but didn’t make it. My water broke pretty much immediately. I finally got up on the bed on all fours but could absolutely not lie down. I kept asking for the epidural - ha! - but no one was giving me an answer on that.
I was checked and could hear them say I was 9.5cm and 0 station. YIKES. Too late for that epidural, Jess!
After maybe two contractions on that stretcher bed, I felt like I had to push. They wanted me to transfer to labor and delivery - I could hear them talking about it - but I could also hear them saying it was too late. At one point they asked me to hold him in - haha, right. I had to start pushing, and could immediately feel his head coming through. Well, shoot - can I just try to push him out in one go?!
I essentially pushed for a big long push. I could feel his head coming out, and I knew I just had to get his shoulders and I was home free. They came next and he was born at 9:31am.
Remember that timing?! Yeah 11 minutes after I got to the hospital lobby, he was born!
I’ve now had TWO PETU babies and one in the birth suite. I’ve never been to Labor and Delivery, LOL.
They told me to turn over to hold him but obviously I was in a serious amount of shock and had no idea what was happening. I finally did and they put him on my chest and asked me what his name was. I wanted to wait for John to arrive first.