(Warning: I give all the details here. From the screaming to the blood to the emotions.)
The morning of June 24th started pretty normal. We all woke up, got dressed, and out the door. I had an OB appointment later that afternoon so the kids and I were going to drop Vicente off at work and go visit with my grandparents until it was time for my appointment.
Driving to my grandparent’s house proved to be a tad nerve wracking. I was getting inconsistent hard-ish contractions. Trying to drive through them was not exactly fun. I honestly figured Dandelion was trying to keep me on my toes and she was giving me some more false labor vibes. Besides, my OB would be able to tell me later if I was dilated or anything.
Once we made it to our destination, the kids got to snack and play and I rested on the couch. I was still getting some contractions but most were triggered by movement. But they were still hard enough to make me say I needed Vicente to help me with the OB appointment. My grandparents then said they would drive close to me on the way to get him from his work in case I needed help. And with the plan in place, we started our journey to pick him up.
At his job, we all decided it would be a good idea to have my grandparents join us at the appointment, you know, in case. My contractions were still inconsistent but they were kind of hard to breathe through. At that point, we were all kind of hoping this was going to be the day.
We got to the appointment early. I had a few contractions in the waiting room while I was just relaxing. I let the nurse know once I was called back. Unfortunately, my blood pressure was elevated as well as my urine was a bit concentrated. I had been downing water and sweet tea that morning so I was quite confused and upset about my urine. I was hoping my blood pressure was just caused by the contraction I was having while it was being taken. My OB decided that blood work was needed and if anything came back odd, we would be inducing that night. With my history of pre-eclampsia and gestational hypertension, they were not willing to risk anything. But if my blood tests were ok, I was told to go in Monday for a blood pressure check. If I was high again, I was going to be induced.
She also checked my cervix, and guess what? Only a centimeter. It has to be one of the most disheartening things to go through so much pain and to have very little to no progress. Oh the joys of pregnancy, right?
We went home, I was told by Vicente I needed to nap and relax. All of us were a bit on edge about my blood pressure and of course we had to keep my stress low. My OB called later that evening to tell us that my blood work was ok and I was allowed to continue being pregnant. We were all relieved and only had Monday looming over us at that point. Part of me was really hoping my blood pressure would be low so I could maybe make it to my due date. But another part of me was just tired of being pregnant…
Saturday came around with very few contractions. It seemed that Friday was just practice. We went about our day like normal. It wasn’t until that evening that things started to get…odd.
Vicente, the kids, and I were eating supper. He was prepping some diapers to get them changed and ready for bed. I was sitting with them trying to wolf down the rest of my food and help the bedtime process. Out of nowhere, I got a really big contraction and felt a small release of fluid. (This is where we get to the TMI stuff.) I told Vicente and went to go check on what it was in the bathroom. I wiped and saw red. Bright red blood. I kind of worried as in the past, I only got that when I was in full blown labor. I called my OB and she said to wait it out since my contractions were not consistent. I was instructed to let her know when they got to be 5 minutes apart for a full hour. Ok, I figured I had a long time for that to happen, but I called my mom to let her know anyway.
Tiger fell asleep on our extra mattress in our room (reserved for sick kiddos when they wanna be near us). The other two were passed out in their rooms. I was back to inconsistent contractions but more of them. Most were triggered by movement, but we decided to track them anyway.
Around 12:30AM Sunday morning, the contractions got to be 10 minutes apart…and painful. As in Darth Vader growling painful. We still rode it out at home because we figured it would be several hours before we got to 5 minutes apart. Vicente stayed awake with me by playing Overwatch and held my hand whenever I needed it. For the most part, I laid down in between contractions. I couldn’t sleep, but I let my body try to rest. During contractions, I stood up and rocked or walked. I even utilized our shower. Warm water was really helping take the edge off some of the contractions.
I finally got to 5 minutes in between contractions. Also known as Darth Vader howling and screaming “no”. Yeah I was saying no…I was scared of going to the hospital in that much pain. I could barely stand. And at that point, we had it where my mom was going to come get me so we wouldn’t have to wake the kids…well older two. (Tiger had been woken up by my noises.) The idea of being driven around while having contractions so close was a very painful thought. But at the same time, I was afraid we would not get to the hospital in time. I had tested positive for Group B Strep and was worried we would not have time to get the antibiotics in me. I was basically wishing teleportation was a thing.
Almost an hour of 5 minutes apart. I was 10 minutes shy. Vicente decided to call my mom to come get me and call my OB to let her know. My OB called back and said to come in.
Here’s where it gets super fun:
I was in the shower. The warm water was kind of helping the lovely back labor I was getting. While Vicente was on the phone with my OB getting the ok to come in, I got curious and decided to feel up in my vagina. I found my cervix right away, but even crazier, I found my bag of waters. Yup. I was that far along. It was at this point, I knew we were not going to make it to the hospital and I got into a squatting position. The next contraction broke my water. Vicente had just gotten off the phone with my OB. I told him my water had broken, he came into the bathroom and it was then that I had another contraction and pushed. There was no stopping that urge and I knew it. I saw the freaked out look on his face. With that push, her head was out, I had him get his hands under her head and I pushed again. She was out mid push at 5:55AM. She was crying and pink. I had her body in my hands while he was still cradling her head and asking me what he should do. I breathed a sigh of relief and got her on my chest for skin to skin. I told him to turn off the shower and call my mom and OB.
It was over, all the pain was gone. I was calm and could finally relax. I sat there in the shower waiting for my placenta to come and held Dandelion. I tried getting her to latch a few times, which eventually worked. Vicente put me on speaker with my OB so she could talk me through tying the cord and so forth. I delivered my placenta first and then we tied her cord off and cut it. My mom arrived, and per my OB’s instructions (because Dandelion was breathing fine on her own and everything), we got Dandelion and me ready to go with my mom to the hospital.
Once there, we got checked in and admitted. They got her weighed in at 7 pounds 7 ounces and measuring 19.5 inches long. She is the tiniest out of all 4 kiddos. We were on a mandatory 48 hour stay to be sure Dandelion was ok and did not contract the GBS. But at the same time, she was in isolation. She was not allowed in the nursery and had to stay in my room. Anyone visiting had to put on a protective gown. All because she was born at home.
Our stay was uneventful. Both of us were recovering nicely. All the nurses and doctors were surprised at how well we were doing. We went home that Tuesday and the little miss has been the center of everyone’s attention here. The older 3 are in love with her. They all rush over to her whenever she makes the slightest noise. It is adorable watching them sit and watch her.
So to sum it up, I accidentally got the home birth I have always wanted! In about 5 hours of full swing labor, she made her grand entrance into this world. I am still kind of shocked at how fast it went and how we delivered her ourselves. An unexpected home birth…though I had educated myself to be sure if this ever happened, I could handle it. I like being prepared even if I am over prepared. And in this case, I was well enough prepared.
She was not willing to wait for us to get to the hospital. She was ready to meet us all.
(Photo of us at the hospital.)