Charlie is my 4th baby. His birth was great because I had so much anxiety over the labor and delivery… as you will see, things worked out just the way they needed to!
My past births have been:
1st birth: 12 days after due date, 42 hour long labor with water broken the whole time, 3.5 hours of pushing, never got past a -1 station, delivered via Cesarean. This had been a planned birth center birth and hospital transfer.
2nd birth: 1 day before due date (on my birthday!) 5 hour long labor, perfect and victorious VBAC at home!
3rd birth: 4 days past due date, 3 hour long labor, hard homebirth VBAC due to him actually getting a shoulder stuck… Many maneuvers later, we got him out, but he was very blue. He ended up being absolutely fine, but I had major postpartum bleeding and clotting, so *I* transferred to the hospital and ended up with a D&C and 2 units of blood.
4th birth: planned hospital VBAC with an OB. I was freaked about this because I knew that my labors were SHORT and I was praying I’d get there in time!!
Without further ado….. Charlie’s birth story:
My due date was April 16th. My husband joked that the baby would wait until our 10th wedding anniversary on April 19th, but I was trying to convince him that the baby would surely be born before then! After all, this is my 4th!
8am– woke up, surprised hubs wasn’t up and getting ready for work as he usually gets up at 7:30 to leave at 8:30. He hopped in the shower and I had 3 ctx while he was in there. While he was getting dressed, I asked if he’d be okay with staying home and working from home in case these turned into something.
Checked Facebook. Doula was off to another birth. Eek! Decided to lay low and relax as much as I could. Fed kids breakfast, told them to get ready for the day and leave Daddy alone while he worked in the office downstairs and went back up to our bedroom to relax. Tried to sleep a bit.
Noon- I decided that hubby and I needed to go on a walk. He ate lunch, I snacked on crackers and pumped for a little bit, peed a million times, steeped some Red Raspberry Leaf tea and we started walking around a park around 1pm. After about 4 laps and finishing almost all of the two-bag huge glass of tea, we took a break and went to a local bubble tea place. I got a strawberry colada drink with pineapple jellies. Yum! Then I convinced hubby to take me walking at a different park and we took several laps.
Contractions during these walks were noticable but not painful and not really making me stop like I was hoping for. Finished my RRL tea and headed home.
2:30pm – Got home and had a few good ctx as soon as I saw my kids… that was encouraging and I know it’s because of all that mothering hormone stuff. 😉 Went back to bed and pumped. Then I took a nap, periodically stopping to pee and drink water. Sad because it seemed like my ctx were completely petering out again and I was getting super bummed.
6:34PM – Texted doula: “On and off ctx, lots of mucous still, taking it easy and will probably walk again in a few hours. Hoping we r close to show time…. We willl see I guess! I will keep you posted!”
7:30PM – Hubs poked his head in the door to see if I wanted dinner and it woke me up. I decided I wanted to go on a walk again, so hubs and I ate a little and at 8:30 we headed out. I had several ctx on the way to Wal-Mart (which is where we were going). Hubs doesn’t know directions and waits too long to change lanes to turn so we ended up driving way out of the way and I made him stop at Sonic so I could get a foot long chili cheese coney meal to share with him since I hadn’t eaten much at home. Once we were done eating, we started off to the store.
9:00PM– Got to Wal-Mart (which is funny because we don’t shop there, but I thought it would be the perfect place to walk since it’s 24 hours with restrooms and stuff to look at. haha) and started walking. Had to stop to pee at least 3 times, and had to slow down during some contractions. I wasn’t timing them, but they were not coming as quickly as I thought they should and I was able to walk through most of them, so I was starting to get really discouraged at the intensity not being there. My inner thigh started feeling sore at the joint and I started hobbling around more – it was like it was seizing my range of motion, but only on my left leg and it was making me mad. We decided to head home after walking around for a while.
10:15PM – Got home, had a few ctx with the kids around. Got the kids ready for bed. Brushed Heath’s teeth. Started feeling too uncomfortable to think about laying down with them until Heath could fall asleep like I normally would, so I asked hubs to do it for me. Hugged and kissed the kids and reminded them that if they woke up and I was not home, that I was probably at the hospital having the baby and it was okay to wake MeMe up.
10:30PM – Went to my room to lay down for a bit. Started having frequent contactions that seemed short but significant.
11:00PM – Texted doula: “Ctx fairly regular. Lots of mucous. Trying a bath to relax for bed… I think we will just count on hbs being home tomorrow and maybe getting things going if I make it to my appt. It is hard to concentrate on real life during ctx and I would prefer to avoid a looooong time of this :-/ if possible. Relaxing and sleep might help my body finish this piddly junk while I sleep. Chiro at 10, ob at 2…we will see.”
12:37AM– I head downstairs with a few things and tell my grandma we are leaving even though I don’t really know if I feel like it’s time or not. I tell her I just need to make sure we get the antibiotics in time and I don’t want my water to break at home and to have an accidental homebirth and bleed to death or something. We promise to keep her posted and tell her we might get sent home. I text my doula to let her know we are leaving the house.
On the way to the hospital, I have about 3-4 contractions on the 12 mile tollroad ride and about 6 contractions on the shorter residential road that is full of stop signs. It was pretty brutal with all the starting and stopping and I was so glad when we got to the hospital!
I met with the nurse and she gave me a gown. I asked if I could use the restroom and she said sure and I asked if she needed a urine sample or anything while I was in there. She said no, so I headed off. That bathroom was SO tiny! I had one pretty good contaction on the toilet in there and changed into the gown. I remember thinking that I so don’t think I want to labor in this bathroom! Waaaay too tight of a squeeze.
I keep having contractions, ranging from 3-4 or 5-7 minutes apart and just stop to breathe and focus. Sometimes I talk myself through them.
Around here, things got really busy. The nurse couldn’t find the heartbeat of the baby well and was convinced I was having decels. She stayed with me and was able to position the monitor for me so I could avoid an internal monitor (which she’d mention maybe having to place if we couldn’t get a good read on the baby). I wasn’t able to talk much about it but I was definitely thinking that I sure hoped we didn’t have to poke my poor baby in the head. The belt wouldn’t stay on me because my belly was too round and it kept slipping. haha
I got in a position I liked (I think it was either squatting or sitting on the part of the bed they normally break down during the delivery part) and she was able to get the monitor on effectively. Baby looked fine.
I gave it my all, and out he came with a few more grunts and pushes. He was immediately placed on me and covered in thick vernix. What a precious angel!
A few hours after the birth, I got up to go to the bathroom and passed out afterward. The nurse was there to catch me and she dragged me to the hospital bed and got me to come to. When I woke up, she asked if I was alright and I said, “Oh, yeah! I’m fine… I feel like I just got a long nap…” Yes, I’m a weirdo!
The day after my little guy was born, hubby and I named him: Charlie Andrew.