Guest Post: My first birth story!

Today’s post is from Jenny over at ‘the moon is full‘. she’s a Southern stay-at-home mom & pastor’s wife, but don’t let that fool you! Humor &; sarcasm are her closest friends as she navigates potty training, temper tantrums (her own), and being full of grace along the way!
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My first birth story!
It was a dark and stormy night. . well, actually it was a normal spring-like
evening. At 38 weeks pregnant, I was pleasantly plump and ready. The husband and
I needed new phones, so we spent the after-dinner evening at a local phone-techy
place trying out phones and then finally purchasing them. We went home and
basically laid around, learning about our phones, calling each other, setting new ring
tones and such. .
We were anticipating the birth of our first daughter in the coming week. She
was very much breeched, though, and we actually had a c-section scheduled for that
next Monday (39 weeks). I still wanted to try to get her turned, but after seeing one
of those baby shows when the doctor physically tries to turn the baby while still in
my tummy, made me almost nauseous. So, the day before (a Tuesday) I made a very
first chiropractor visit. Unfortunately, this was a preliminary visit, and I was
scheduled to return Thursday for him to actually attempt to turn my baby.
So, here we were, Wednesday evening hanging out playing with new phones.
Suddenly, I changed positions on the couch and a lot of fluid gushed out—not a lot to
make me think my water actually broke, but enough to send me straight to the
bathroom. I’ve never had my water break, but apparently from the movies it’s at
least 2 gallons gushing out, soaking everything. That wasn’t exactly what happened,
so I figured my mucus plug came out. Yeah, great idea!
What I didn’t realize was that my water had indeed broken. But I simply
returned to the couch. Even when more fluid kept coming out, even after finally
putting on two maxi pads, even after putting a towel on the couch for me to sit on. . I
still didn’t have a clue as to what was going on.
I am not the brightest crayon in the box, ya’ll.
 
The husband and I eventually went to bed around 10:30 p.m. But, I was
starting to feel strong(er) contractions (ya think??). This time, they were keeping me
awake. I started to wonder. .
Since I couldn’t sleep, I moved to the living room recliner and picked up a
Southern Living magazine to read. And still, those contractions kept coming. What
could be happening?? (insert sarcasm here).
Finally, after midnight, I started to time them. Around 3:00 a.m., I called my
doctor. He said to come on in. But, if I could wait it out til 5:30 a.m., when my
husband was going to wake up anyways, he might be less grumpy and ready to help
me completely.
So, at 5:30 a.m., (I’m a bit hunched over at this point) I woke him up to tell
him ‘it’s time’. Boy, I’ve never seen him jump outta bed so fast! He asked if he had
time to take a shower. Since I still had no clue that my water had broken, I said ‘oh
sure!’. I packed a few things while he showered. Then I showered (I know! Complete
no-no!). I remember grabbing the door frame at one point to keep from falling over
from the intense contractions.
Good grief!
Finally, at the hospital, after getting checked in, I’m sitting in one of those
crazy gowns and the nurse checks me. ‘Girl, you’re not going anywhere. Your water
broke and you’re 2-4 cm dilated.’
Oh. Right. Of course. I knew that.
So, I missed my next appointment with the chiropractor to turn baby Natalie.
She came via c-section a few hours later. Needless to say, I became very aware with
my second baby of my water breaking. And now, pregnant with #3, no fluid is
coming out of me unchecked!


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