I’m going to try to do the best I can to tell Lincoln’s birth story. Some specific details are really fuzzy, so I’ll do the best I can! Today I’ve typed out details leading up to “go-time” and will be back with the details of Lincoln’s actual birth.
We knew all along that I needed to get to the hospital right when I hit 5-1-1 or slightly before I hit that. Xander’s labor was only 7 hours and this labor was anticipated to be shorter. Since I needed antibiotics this time (due to being GBS+ during this pregnancy), this only increased the need to get to the hospital early since it takes 4 hours for the antibiotics to reach the baby’s circulation and be affective in protecting him from infection.
Thursday night rolled around and I started having contractions with regularity. The intensity wasn’t anything I was worried about, so I was hesitant to go to the hospital, but knew that once I hit a certain point things would progress quickly, so we called the midwife. Based on my history, she wanted us to come to the hospital for a check. We dropped Xander off at his friends house (where she did bath time, jammie time, and then brought him back to our house for bedtime – forever grateful) and my mom started to drive here from Pennsylvania. When I arrived at the hospital I was 3-4 cm, 80% effaced and -1 station. My contractions were tapering off a bit and we were sent to walk the hospital. So walk we did. For 1.5 hours. Long story short, after walking I was 4 cm, 90% effaced and -1 station – we decided to go home and that my contractions on Thursday were a false start. My midwife wanted to us to come right back if things started to progress, but we figured if we were going to get any rest, it would be most possible at home.
Well apparently laying down really made the contractions slow, so we were able to get some decent rest. John stayed home from work on Friday in anticipation that we would be seeing some baby action. I woke up Friday and went to the bathroom – I immediately knew I lost my mucous plug and started having a bloody show. This show was much more different than anything I had with Xander. The other thing I noticed immediately when I woke, was that I wasn’t having contractions. Off and on throughout the Friday, I would have a contraction here or there – or have multiple back to back and just when I would think we’d need to start timing, they would just stop. I’m no stranger to prodromal labor, so this was all just frustrating to me: I wanted the contractions to stop (and not tease me) or just pick up in intensity and be the real thing!
Come dinner time, the real thing seemed more imminent, so it was time to call the midwife!
I’ll be back with the birth story!