With my son, it was an induced labor. I was dilated 4 cm two days before his due date, and having miserable regular contractions. My doctor was finally kind enough to put me out of my misery and induce me. I cried. I didn't want to be induced, but knew that it was probably best.
Little tidbit about Kate- I am 5'2" and because of complications from birth control I gained a large amount of weight in a very short time and had some minor health complications because of it. So to put it simply, I'm short and slightly over-weight. I have very little room to hold a baby so I carry those suckers WAY out front. I love the miracle of pregnancy, and get sappy at the miracle of life, but my friends, towards the end... I become a crazy, psychotic, miserable, crying beast, and struggle to be patient for baby to come.
Back on track... I was torn over being induced, my psyche and body were ready... baby boy was just taking his sweet time, so I finally came to terms. I had a quite pleasant induced labor of 6 hours and one of those heavenly ( in my opinion ) epidurals, then little Noah was here.
It's safe to say that the second time around it felt all too familiar, with some new twists. I thoroughly enjoyed the misery, but by 37 weeks, and at that time I again was about 4 cm dilated and 70% effaced, I was SOOO ready to have that baby. at 37 1/2 weeks I was on my hands and knees scrubbing every rug in my mothers house, cleaning everything in sight, eating copious amounts of eggplant and parking WAY out in parking lots all in attempts to go into labor. Just like with my first, nothing worked.
Finally a couple nights later while enjoying some sweet episodes of Lost, I noticed that I was having intense Braxton Hicks exactly 10 minutes apart. I timed them for a good 2 hours... nothing changed. I decided to take a night time stroll with my mom, hoping that IF I was in labor that it might kick start it into gear. Nothing changed. I went home and went to bed, STILL timing the stupid Braxton Hicks. In the morning I woke up with not so much as tightening. I was so mad. So I went downstairs to continue watching Lost.
I had not more than sat down when out of the clear blue came a very painful contraction, suddenly another one came five minutes later. If I were a sane human, I would have thought, yup, I'm in labor, but I'm not. I sat there experiencing increasingly painful contractions every 3-4 minutes for over an HOUR just to make sure, before I even woke my husband up.
By the time I decided it would be a good idea to wake up my husband, I knew we had to get to the hospital fast. He got up, we got all the last minute things into the hospital bag, packed a bag for my son so my mom could come and get him. As I'm getting ready to get into the car my husband decides to ask if he could take a shower.... men... needless to say, I didn't let him take a shower.
We drove to the hospital in silence (at least I think it was silent, I was preoccupied) while I tried to breath through contractions that I was just certain were going to tear me in half. When we got to the hospital I was dilated to an 8. IT WENT FAST! that simple.
Timeline:
8:30am- first contraction
9:30am- wake up Jordan & Noah
10:30am- at hospital, dilated to 9cm, I get a partial spinal because there's no time for an epidural
11:17am- after three pushes during ONE contraction, Aurora May Adams is born.
Yeah... it went fast
Noah meets Rory
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