"My water just broke."
We got up out of bed and just sort of stared at each other. I was three weeks from my due date, my hospital bag wasn't even packed (even though both sets of parents had been encouraging us to get on that) and the house was a WRECK.
The first thing we did was google how long after your water breaks do you need to deliver the baby. We called our hospital and spoke to the doctor on call who told us we didn't have to run right in but should come in as soon as we could. We hadn't washed any of the baby clothes (would he be a newborn size? 3 months?) so we did that, packed our bags, made the bed and took off.
Labor had begun but while uncomfortable was tolerable and not super painful. My labor wasn't progressing very quickly so at 10p they gave me petocin and some antibiotics. After that the contractions still weren't "painful" per se, but my body was not a fan. By 1a I was uncontrollably shivering and the contractions were making me physically ill (a feeling all too familiar during my pregnancy).
The nurse advised perhaps we should move ahead with the epidural and I agreed. After the epidural was in (which, by the way, easily the most painful and traumatic part of the whole birthing process!), they upped my petocin and I began to dilate at a nice fast clip. By 11a the doctor was called and I "should have a baby by lunch!"
The doctor arrived at noon and I was dilated to 10 1/2 cm. I couldn't believe all that we needed to do at this point was PUSH! I pushed for a little bit (maybe five round of four pushes), and out came our Baby Boy! I couldn't believe it was all real and he was here.
At the very end of delivery, the doctor noticed the umbilical cord was wrapped around his neck. Luckily our 4D had shown his cord was very very long. Still, his heart rate began to be affected so we had to move quickly. Immediately after he was born, he was given oxygen and taken to the NICU. I was so excited for our "Golden Hour" after birth where we would get to know each other and I could begin feeding. Oh well. He stayed in the NICU for about an hour and a half until they were sure all his levels were good and then I got to see my baby.
After all this time, here he was. I rather enjoyed being pregnant (as crazy as that sounds) and was a little sad I didn't get to make it to 40 weeks. I had lots of pre-baby dates set up and was looking so forward to my two-weeks-before-baby maternity leave. It all worked out for the best as our doctor was very concerned he was growing at such a rate I may not be able to birth him naturally.
All that matters now is that he is here, he is healthy and he is ALL OURS!
May I introduce Baby Martini?