With all 3 of my kids, I've started contractions at about 1am. This time was no different. I'd been feeling like it was going to be soon for a few days. Random changes in my body and him sitting much lower led me to believe that I was going to have him just before, or on my due date. Though, I was trying not to let myself get psyched by this because I didn't want to be dissapointed when/if my due date came and went. I was due on Thursday, May 20th.
I went to bed on Tuesday night (May 18th)and was awoken by a contraction (the first one to wake me out of my sleep) at about 12:50am. I had another one 12 minutes later, just after 1am, followed by another one 8 minute later and another 8 minutes later. This was strange to me. With both previous deliveries, I had had contractions far apart all night long and into the day but nothing that really progressed till the next afternoon. This was going really fast if it was true labor. Next one was 6 minutes later.
I got up to go to the bathroom and the contractions increased in strength and got closer together. I woke Sean up and told him it might be a good idea to get the kids to Gma's just so we have that out of the way. They were sleeping and could just sleep the rest of the night at Gma's and then thats one less thing we needed to worry about if indeed we were going to go in soon. He agreed but asked if he had time to shower. At which time I had another contraction, 6 minutes apart......and getting stronger. I told him if he wanted a shower, he better hurry. Fastest shower ever.......
Sean took the kids over to Grandma Matteson's (great Grandma to the kids) at about 2:15am. They were tired and Penny was fussy getting into the car. She was whining and crying until she looked up. She instantly stopped and said, "Oh, you have your happy shirt on." Sean was wearing his Mr. Happy Shirt......I gave her a bottle of milk which helped her relax again and off they went. I called into the hospital at 2:26am telling them that we were on our way soon. They asked if we wanted to wait it out a LITTLE since I had only had about an hour of contractions total. I told them that I went really fast with my last labor and the nurse told me that if I ever broke my water at home to call an ambulance to take me in unless I wanted to have a baby in the car. At that comment, she thought it would be a better idea to come in now and at least be checked. Agreed.....
I really wanted a grilled cheese sandwich. I was hungry, but decided that puking grilled cheese didn't sound fun and went for a bowl of trix instead (we NEVER have trix but I'm so glad we did that night! It hit the spot).
Out the door we went and arrived at Mercy Hospital of Folsom, just after 3am. I checked in and they took me to a room. I was 5cm dilated and they told me I could stay. Better than that, my friend Denise was on call and since they were quite busy that night, they called her in and she got to be my nurse.
They tried to start an IV on me 3 times in my left arm. They said I was valvey and my veins were small. Denise got there before they tried a 4th time and she said not to worry, she'd get the IV (slyly smiled at me basically saying "you don't need an IV if you're doing it natural girl! I've got you covered!")
I decided I wanted to try taking a shower to get things progressing and pass the time (with Penny I walked the halls.....so not fun). Let me just say, I loved being in a nice hot shower for contractions. It was very distracting and very soothing. I was able to talk and joke between each contraction even though they were getting pretty strong. It was not anything that was super intense that I couldn't stand through. I just had to keep myself relaxed so that my body could do its work. After about a 45 minutes to an hour or so in the shower I was 7cm dilated. The contractions were about 1-1.5 minutes apart. It was about 445am. They called in the Doctor and Denise was given the go-ahead to deliver the baby if he didn't make it in time. =)
At about 5am I decided to get out of the shower and the doctor arrived shortly thereafter. Contractions were getting a little more intense but I could still talk between contractions. Its amazing how you can be so controllably uncomfortable through contractions and then for a good blissful minute and a half, laughing and talking as if the last contraction never happened. The doctor checked me and broke my water at 5:22am, I was still at a 7cm.
Breaking your water causes extremely intense contractions. I knew this. But, it also makes it really fast. Its a trade-off. Fast and intense, or slooow and a little less intense. I'm a get-er-dun kinda girl and so breaking my water is how I like it. Contractions got really intense, I puked up those trix I had eaten, and I remember looking up at the clock at exactly 5:30 and thought to myself...."Okay, I'm not sure how long ago he broke my water, but if I haven't had this baby by 6am...I'm going to lose composure and not be able to do this." With Penny it took about 30 minutes from the time they broke my water to when I had her so I was expecting that this should be at least somewhat similar. I could tell there was progress being made as they were getting stronger, closer...right on top of eachother even. 30 minutes seemed completely far too much time but I was trying to be generous in how much time I should allow myself before I fell apart.
Sean was great. Feeding me ice (I love the ice at the hospital) and rubbing a cold washcloth on my head while telling me "you did so great on that last one....you're almost there, you're almost there. He'll be here soon Katie."
Urge to push came at 536am. Funny thing is, with Penny pushing didn't hurt AT ALL. It was more like a relief to push, no pain. I was shocked. This time it hurt....which I was surprised. Perhaps it was the extra pound of baby? I don't know. But, I did know that if I pushed through the pain, it would be over. NO BIG DEAL. I can handle pain for minutes if I know its going to be over at a specific juncture. I ain't gonna lie....I wasn't quiet...I made noise, yelled and everyone on that floor probably heard me. 2 contractions later, Michael made his full presence at 5:40am and I was no longer in pain. Ah, bliss......its amazing how it instantly stops. COMPLETE relief.
They handed him to me right away. He was swollen and blue and completely beautiful. He took a good 15 seconds or so to cry. Sean's first comment was on the size of his nose. We both laughed..."who's nose is that?"
We were in love. He was here, he was perfect............
Sean stayed for a couple of hours and then left around 8am to go get the kiddos. I sent Michael to the nursery so I could get a power nap before the kids got there. I could hardly stay awake holding him, I was so exhausted. Denise went home and hand picked our next nurse for us who was GREAT also. The nurse promised to wait to bathe him until the kids came.
"We have 3 kids, we have 3 kids"......was all I could think about as I slumbered off to nowhere land waiting for Sean and the kids to arrive.