We welcomed our sweet little Rosalie June into the world on Monday, October 13th, 2014 at 9:29PM. Six pounds 13 ounces and 19 inches long. She is our perfect, tiny little bundle of joy from Heaven and we are so in love with her!
Once I put the pump on, my body must have been ready; I started having real contractions, enough to consciously relax my arms, and body, and breathe through my abdomen. Even still, at this point, I didn't consider myself in labor since I still had the pump on and I didn't consider my body to be doing it by itself. Kristoffer sat with me through the whole process and was timing me...evidently (I didn't realize this at the time). At the end of 30 minutes, he looked at me and said, yeah...I think we need to go to the hospital...those contractions are coming at about 4 minutes apart. STILL, I didn't think I was in labor. My contractions were very manageable and I didn't really consider them strong enough to go in, coupled with the fact that I was still six days away from my due date!
Once Kris's mom arrived at the house, we grabbed our bag and headed out. My contractions felt like they were not as close together, but they were still coming, and Kris seemed pretty certain we still needed to head to the hospital, but honestly, I thought they would just send me home. Walking into the hospital was the first moment I thought, OK, maybe I *might* be in labor; I needed to stop and lean into Kris to relax through the contraction, so at that point even I could acknowledge they were strong. When they checked me at the hospital, I was at a 6+, so either way, they were keeping me! I got changed and assumed my position on the toilet...like my last labor...to get into prime relaxing mode while they filled the tub for me. This whole time I was really in disbelief I was having a baby...it just didn't seem real to me!
I moved into the tub for a little while which was wonderful. Water is so wonderful for labor, it completely changes the dynamic of your contraction, and helps you to do the only thing you need to do in labor-relax. The water was a little warm, and I started to overheat...I was kind of bummed but I just wanted to be out of the HOT water, even though I loved the water itself.
Once I got out and on my side into bed, I hit transition. Those are the doozy contractions and I really needed to tone with those contractions to pull through them. I remembered from our last labor and our reading, that transition, while the hardest part, is also the shortest. So I put my head down and got to work. After about 5 or 6 contractions, my midwife checked me and I was at an 8+, but she told me I was so stretchy that I could start pushing whenever I felt ready. After a few more contractions, I could feel pressure, so I flipped to my back. It was a little difficult to get into pushing mode since my contractions were still dilating contractions and not pushing contractions yet. I had to get about halfway through my second push during each contraction to feel my body take over and get that undeniable urge to PUSH. I felt her cute little foot right under my rib and I thought I was breaking it! So I repositioned and braced my arms on my thighs and that proved much more comfortable. Pushing was actually so much easier with this tiny girl than with Owen. Her head was so much smaller and she really just kind of slipped right out! What a breeze, it was wonderful! Owen's delivery required a lot more hard pushing (although the time required was the same), and his head was much bigger which was painful!
Delivery of the placenta was kind of painful this time around. Truth be told, it was the worst part. My midwife had to reach up and scrape the rest of the placenta out, that was ridiculous, it hurt so much worse than any other part of labor. And subsequently, I had some bleeding, so I needed an IM injection to help with that and some pretty firm fundal massage, ouch!