Hi everyone! Thanks so much for all your comments! I will catch up soon! But today, I want to share the first part of Annabelle’s birth story. Do you have a cup of coffee? It’s a bit long!
Birth stories are always interesting to me, but I took more of an interested in the week or so before my due date. I was trying to see if anything matched what I was feeling, and to give myself some hope that things could come fast! haha But, like they say, no two birth stories are the same. Let’s just say mine wasn’t a fast one like some that I read about and hoped about… It all started on Monday, October 12.
Sunday night and when I woke up Monday, I felt like my water may have broken, though I didn’t think it was enough, and knew I didn’t pee my pants! Ha I waited until the doctors opened at 8:30 to just call and see what to do. She told me to head to the hospital to get it checked, because you have 24 hours to deliver once your water breaks, and it can just be a trickle at first. Aaron left work in case they admitted me, I showered and got ready, finished packing the bags, and we were off. It ended up not being my water breaking, but they monitored me and had me walk for an hour to see if anything happened. I was checked and only 1 cm, so they sent me home, and I was convinced it’d be a long time until I got to meet my little one!
I woke up and again, fully convinced nothing would be happening though I had a few contractions in the morning, but they had fizzled out. I was a bit sad because it was my due date and really wanted to hold my little girl! I was over being pregnant but tried to keep busy. I went for a long walk with my mom around the neighborhood before heading to my 40 week appointment. Turns out, I was now 2-3 cm dilated and actually had a pretty intense contraction in the office (11:30 am). I didn’t get my hopes up, and we talked induction date and such, before I left and went to TJ Maxx across the street. I figured I may as well do something to pass the time!
While in TJ Maxx, I ended up having a few more contractions and definitely could tell they were different than the Braxton Hicks I had before. Apparently contractions start off like PMS cramps, and while I did feel that, I also had a back ache with every one. Once I was leaving, I had another and decided I should start timing them. They ended up being between 10-12 minutes apart, and figured I’d just keep an eye on them.
Around 1:30, I called Aaron and told him what was going on but that I wasn’t worried about running out of time or anything and to stay at work. I just kept timing them and making my way through them. Around 3:30, they were 5-6 minutes apart and lasting a minute. I called Aaron, but again, told him to just stay at work because they weren’t that bad. I also Facetimed with my cousin Bridget in the afternoon, and she could tell they were getting worse because I couldn’t talk through them as well and would need to take a break.
Aaron came home and I still was waiting for them to get closer together or more intense. They did, and were now 4-5 minutes apart with the contraction pain really increasing and making me stop whatever I was doing. The pain was mostly contained in my back at this point, but I could feel them in the lower belly as well as feel my stomach harden. At 5:45, I called the doctor and she told me to head into the hospital. We got there at 6 and were put in triage just like Monday. I was doubled over in pain with each contraction, but was nervous I’d be sent home and that this wasn’t the real deal. They were timing my contractions and again checked me, but this time told me I was 2 cm dilated- not the 2-3 I was at the office earlier! After an hour, I was asked if I wanted some pain meds, and I said yes pretty quickly. The contractions were very painful! The nurse explained that I would be checked at 8:30 again and see what I progressed. The pain medicine worked, but just to take the edge off. I still felt my contractions in my back, just not as intense. I was checked at 8:30 and was barely 3 cm, meaning the contractions weren’t strong enough and I was being sent home. The nurse asked if I wanted to take some more pain meds and that the contractions that would do something would cause me to be sweating and doubled over in pain on the ground. I didn’t know how they could get so much worse, but we were sent home at 9:00.
Well, the new pain meds didn’t work, and I tried to sleep but at 9:30, the contractions had kicked up about 10 notches. I couldn’t lay in bed without being in so much pain through each one. Contractions are weird- you are dying through them, but then you had a bit of a break where you’re almost fine. After being sent home from the hospital twice now, I wasn’t getting my hopes up and kept laboring through them. Each contraction got worse, and now almost all of it was just in my back. My belly tightened, but it wasn’t where I felt the contractions. The back pain was awful. The worst thing in my life. I kept trying to go to sleep but it just wasn’t working. Aaron decided he should try to sleep so he stayed on the couch as I screamed and moaned through the contractions, trying to just get through them.
Around 11:30, I woke him up because, honestly, I was in so much pain and felt like he should also deal with it, haha. At this point, the pain was now unbearable and each contraction I was either screaming, on my hands and knees, leaning over the bed, laying down, basically anything to get them to stop! Nothing worked. They had now also started going down towards my tailbone area. I continued to go through because I didn’t want to be sent home again.