During week 35, I had not been feeling well. I chalked it up to general pregnancy symptoms, I was about to hit 36 weeks. My back primarily had hurt to the point that sitting was awful. I would fidget on the train and I would even stand for most of the ride to alleviate the pain. One night I called my husband from the train that I could not make the whole ride, my back hurt that much.
I called my OB who did not seem too concerned but during my weekly appointment, I brought it up again. Since the pain was by my upper back, he again did not seem too concerned. My appointment went well – I had a swab for GBS (Group B Strep) and got my flu shot. My doctor ended the appointment with “next week, we’ll start internals.” I was excited because I would finally figure out if I had made any progress and what the next steps would be.
On January 16th, I had my baby shower! I was so excited to see all of my friends and family. People came from far to see me and one friend even drove in a snowstorm! I had been worried about snow and it was a warm day! Baby R received SO much stuff we had no idea where to put it all!
On Sunday, the 17th, I was going to an Islanders game with my college roommate and her husband and my husband. My husband’s birthday was that week, so I was planning on celebrating his birthday a few days ahead. At 8am, I had gone to the bathroom and when I did, I noticed I was bleeding. Not a lot but enough for me to be like, holy shit. I told my husband and I called the OB. My doctor said it was normal, but to call if anything else happened. I hadn’t even packed a labor bag. But a gut feeling told me to… so I decided to err on the side of caution and pack one. I took a shower, noticed the bleeding had stopped and I was relieved. It was about 10 am. I get dressed and have some coffee.
We went to print the tickets for the game that was later at 4pm. It was about 12:00 and we had to catch the LIRR at 1. My husband said the printer was out of ink, so I squatted down to get more ink and my water broke – like epic crazy movie style. My husband was like are you sure? My jeans were soaked. I took a pic because why not? But I won’t share that here. I called my OB from the bathroom and he said to go to the hospital and get checked out. Since the hospital is 10 minutes away and I knew I wouldn’t be eating anything once admitted (if admitted), so I ate a breakfast burrito, had some water and finished packing the bag. I took off my contacts and my jewelry. I left my nose ring in because LOL that bitch was not coming out. The plan was to call family if and only if I was admitted. Because it made no sense for my family to drive over an hour for nothing. I email my friend about our change in plans and they wished me luck.
I get admitted as an outpatient and I am checked – sure enough, my water broke. I get admitted as an inpatient. At this point, my contractions were OK. They felt like mild period cramps and thought I could handle the pain. It was an annoying pain but nothing too insane. After awhile, a doctor, who is not my doctor comes in – turns out my OB was out of town (he had been in earlier, but had left before I had called him about my water) but he was doing his best to get back. So I was being covered by his replacement. She was awesome. I have an internal exam which showed I was dilated a fingertip and effaced 50%. My husband brought Exploding Kittens and Uno and we played a few hands while watching X-Men on FX. I was in good spirits.
Within a few hours, I was dilated 2cm, effaced 75%.The contractions, which I can only describe as someone repeatedly stabbing and wringing my insides, were a minute apart, one on top of another. I could hear women down the hall screaming. That terrified me. I started to repeatedly vomit. The labor nurse discussed an epidural. I really wanted to do it on my own but I remember a friend from my gym and my colleague/friend telling me, take the epidural and not to be a hero. The nurse told me the epidural would help me relax and make labor progress more quickly. I took the epidural. Baby even had hiccups while I had contractions. Husband gets sent out of the room. The anesthesiologist tells me to keep still. Needles don’t bother me but holy shit did that hurt. I cried as I try to keep still. My left leg goes numb but not my right. I still feel the contractions. The epidural failed. I get another one. This one works and I was in heaven. I napped for 2 1/2 hours. I woke up because I started to feel pressure, which was the baby coming down. It felt like a weird burn/pressure. It was about 11:00 pm. I was told that I would be checked at 11:30pm. The burning sensation intensified. At 11:20, I paged the nurse and beg to get checked. I get checked, dilated 9cm, 100% effaced. My husband called our folks. And I start taking practice pushes, which felt glorious. It was about 11:45pm. The room starts getting prepped for show time.
After 15 minutes of pushing, I had the baby! I had a small tear that required stitches. That was not fun. I felt every single stitch. Pushing which I was the most concerned with, was the least painful thing. We delayed cord clamping because baby was a premie, born at 35w, 4d. That also meant our skin to skin time was shortened to just 15 minutes because she had to go to NICU. Her lungs were fine. The 2 vessel cord ended up being a non-issue. However, baby developed jaundice on Tuesday, so she stayed at the hospital. I was discharged Wednesday. Baby had light therapy and came home on the following Saturday, during the blizzard.
Less than 24 hours later (a mere 12 hours from when my water broke), Aisling Grace was born at 12:05 AM (on January 18th, at 5lbs, 5oz, 19 inches long). And we couldn’t be more in love.