I had read that it’s best to try to ignore early labor, so
while we tried to get some rest, we still went about the regular tasks of our
day on Sunday. Still anticipating that we might end up at the hospital that
night, we decided to go out for what we thought might be our "last
supper" before the baby arrived. However, things continued in about the
same manner through to Monday, although my contractions were getting stronger
and more frequent. I could no longer go out in public because I needed to deal with
the contractions vocally.
By Monday night I was starting to get a little frustrated
because I had been in early labor so long. I was starting to get restless and
wondered when “real” labor would begin. That evening I was craving Indian food,
so we ordered take out and again waited to see what the night would bring. By
Monday night I started moving in the direction of active labor and was unable
to sleep at all. Contractions were still intermittent, but coming strong and
about every 10 minutes.
Around 3:30 a.m. Tuesday morning I asked Neil to call our doula
because I wanted extra support to deal with the growing physical and emotional
intensity of labor. When our doula arrived, along with another doula who was
shadowing her (bonus!), my labor slowed a bit, so we decided to try to rest for
a little while.
I continued to labor at home throughout the morning, trying my
best to continue to stay in the moment. I was beginning my third morning of
labor and feeling that it could go on indefinitely. Throughout the morning we
used gentle touch and massage, heat compresses, verbal encouragement, the
shower, a labor ball, and various laboring positions as comfort measures, all
of which helped me to take one contraction at a time and not get discouraged.
As things picked up further later Tuesday morning I started to have some contractions that made me start to bear down, which made me want to get to the hospital. I had always heard that first time moms think they are further along in labor than they are, so I had not wanted to rush to the hospital, but I knew it was finally time.
As things picked up further later Tuesday morning I started to have some contractions that made me start to bear down, which made me want to get to the hospital. I had always heard that first time moms think they are further along in labor than they are, so I had not wanted to rush to the hospital, but I knew it was finally time.
On the way to the hospital I cried a little bit, not because
I was in pain, but just as an emotional release. I remember looking out the
window at the other people in their cars heading to destinations unknown to me
and thinking about how a single day can be both so ordinary and so
extraordinary in our various lives. I also thought about all the other women
around the world who were giving birth the very same day. Thinking about these
women comforted me and made me feel like I could make it through whatever the
rest of the day held for us.
Although my ride to the
hospital was smooth, by the time we got to the hospital I started to have
intense contractions that were causing me to bear down again. This alarmed all
of us a little bit, so I was quickly whisked up to labor and delivery in a
wheelchair.
Luckily the transition to
the new labor space slowed things down. When we got to our room, the midwife
examined me and told me I was 100% effaced and 7-8 centimeters dilated. I was
extremely happy to hear I was so far along. This was the first time I allowed
myself to believe that we would meet our daughter that day. In the meantime,
our doula had drawn a bath for me (battery operated candles included) and I labored
in the tub for a while, which provided a fair amount of mental and physical
relief. After I got out, I briefly labored on the birth
ball.
Finally, my doula asked me
if I was interested in encouraging my water to break, which of course I was.
She showed me a position to try by leaning against the bed and within 5 seconds
of trying it, my water broke in a huge gush. It was definitely a “doula magic” moment, and I would
have laughed had I not been dealing with the intensity of labor!
After my water broke, I was fully dilated and went
through transition, trying several pushing positions throughout this final
stage of labor. The moment our daughter, Juliet, finally arrived, I saw the spontaneous
tears of joy in my husband’s eyes. That's the moment I'll always remember.