Meanwhile, something came over me and I decided I needed to make dinner that night. I hadn't made dinner in a while, and maybe I subconsciously thought that if I made dinner, the baby was going to come. Well, it worked. By the time Jason got home, I was whipping up Cajun Chicken and stopping to have a contraction about every 4-5 minutes. My contractions from the night before had been a lot more frequent, but not near as HARD.
I did not want to go in with false labor again, so we decided that we would eat dinner, load everything up, and head to my sisters house so that we would be closer to the hospital and could just leave Amos there if I was sure I was in labor. By the time we got everything ready, I was pretty sure I was in labor. I had to stop doing anything when each contraction came on and just focus on it. In the car, Jason began counting for me so that I could breath with him through a contraction.
We were only at Amelia's house long enough for her to say, "I think you are in labor." We said goodbye to Amos and headed to the hospital. On the way into the hospital, as nice as he could, Jason said, "I think you are suppose to try to breathe WITH my counting, or why else am I counting." I didn't want to hear him say that then, but I'm glad he did because later on it really helped me to focus myself on trying to stay with his count. We had to wait to be checked in and then once in triage they quickly checked my dilation - 5 cm - and admitted me. That was at 8:00 p.m. We called our parents and told them it was the real deal!
At this point, the nurse asked me what I planned to do for pain. I timidly told her that I wanted to try to do it on my own as long as possible. She immediately said, "DO IT!" and then another nurse walked in and said the same thing. I think that might have been all I needed. It really helped to know that the nurses were going to be very supportive through labor. They let me immediately get into the birthing tub and even put in my IV and did paper work while in there.
The tub was WONDERFUL. I still felt the contractions, but all the pressure between them was relieved by the jetted water. The tub even had a little bench that Jason was able to sit on to continue to massage my back. After what seemed like forever, the nurse wanted to check me and needed to monitor the baby since they hadn't done that yet. I was at a 7-8 so she said that she would call the doctor. Being monitored for the next 15 minutes was agonizing. My mom showed up at about that time and was a great support. I don't know how people labor naturally without two people massaging. Once I could stand being on my back no longer, I was able to get off my back and kneel over the birthing ball. During this time, I was saying and doing crazy things. Just ask my husband. A couple of times, I tried to bite his fingers off.
My doctor showed up and asked if I wanted my water broke! I said, "YES." She broke it and found out I was a 9.5 and was almost there. I WAS NOT READY TO BE ALMOST THERE, I NEEDED TO BE THERE! Luckily, it didn't take long because I told them I needed to push. I won't go into details about the pushing, but I will say that I had every intention of not yelling, but I couldn't help myself. It was a complete out of body experience. And then at 10:11 p.m. Silas John was born! It wasn't a long labor, but it felt like forever.
Here his is then.
And here he is today. He blessed Mommy with 7 hours of consecutive sleep last night!
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