I had an OB appointment in the afternoon, where I was told "Sorry chickie you will be pregnant forever!" or something along those lines. So I was quite surprised when that evening after a lame pregnancy style pee I noticed "bloody show", so nice. I got a little excited, but also told myself it could be from the rough examine of the lady bits earlier in the day that I am bleeding.
Thursday April 23rd:
I started getting small, menstrual like cramps in the morning. I would get one every hour or so, but they were no big deal. It wasn't until later in the day I realized these just might be contractions! But they were so lame and so far apart I kinda just brushed them off.
Friday April 24th:
I posted about contractions cause I was really starting to think these were the real things. They were still not very painful and still far apart, but they kept happening, which was what convinced me this could be it! We also took a last pregnancy photo, me all 41 weeks pregnant and soo ready to be done.
When Keith came home from work I exclaimed to him "I am having contractions!" To celebrate we decided to have dinner out. I was craving breakfast food, so we went to Rickies where they have all day breakfast and I was treated with a plate full of strawberry pancakes. As we were leaving the restaurant I had my first ouchy contraction. I was walking to the car and actually had to pause and let the pain reside before moving again. Keith and I looked at each other, this was really happening. That was at 6pm.
Throughout the evening they began to get worse. We went to bed early anticipating that we would be at the hospital later in the evening and would not be sleeping there. But sleeping was impossible for me, at this point I was still really excited and the pain was kinda dulled by my anticipation. I didn't want to wake Keith as I knew he would need his strength later, so I went to the living room and set up my labouring environment!
I put out candles, played the labour playlist on my Ipod, and started using the positions and breathing techniques I learned in class. Time ticked on and the pain increased as did the frequency of the contractions. I started to think that maybe I should start timing them.
They were about 10 minutes apart when Keith came downstairs. I have no idea what time it was, but he started timing the contractions and rubbing my back as each one came.
And of course he needed to take pictures. Tissue was really helping!
We were taught in class that once you have 3 contractions every 15 minutes for an hour it is time to go to the hospital. That was totally happening, sorta. My contractions did not like the time table idea and were kind spuratic, but they were really close to fitting into that pattern. So we packed the bags and Keith updated all you that we were heading to the hospital.
It was important to me to keep my zen like environment going, as we read that trips to the hospital slow down labour because of all the changes and unzenness of the whole process. So I kept my music going in the car and I listened through head phones once at the hospital.
We arrived, and got send to a triage room to be accessed. It was 3am in the morning.
Keeping the zen going.
The nurse came and checked me...0 cm dilated. The news hit me like sharp little stealy knives piercing my fragile, hormonal heart. I teared up, right there in front of the nurse. She said don't worry I was in labour, things were happening, just slowly. She offered me morphine, I said no. I was bummed out, I just wanted to go home, which was exactly where we were being sent back to. Hospital policy is, 4 gets you in the door, meaning under 4cm dilated you get sent back home.
We arrive back home.
I continued to labour for another 12 hours. Keith is there the whole time rubbing my back and holding me while I cry and moan, reminding me to stay calm and breathe. I was informed at the hospital that I was experiencing "back labour" as Twinkle was facing the wrong direction and that is why my contractions started in my back and moved to my front, and why the pain just seemed to remain there in my back, never ceasing!
Keith has been recording and timing all my contractions. We get to a point where they are about every 3 minutes apart, kinda like 3...3...4...3...3...3...5 kinda thing. We decide its good enough and head once again to the hospital. It is quite the procedure even getting to the car as I have 3 bags to load and popsicles and ice packs that need to be packed and unpacked each time. The car ride itself is a freakin joy with every pothole causing immense pains and every stop light causing the contractions to intensify!
We are sent to the same exact triage room to be assessed. The nurse arrives. Asks about the timing of the contractions, tells me she is pretty sure that I have failed again, as they need to be a consistent 3 minutes apart, she says to shot for a consistent 2 mins apart actually. She checks me.....1 flippin cm. ONE!!! Almost 24 hours of labour and I am at one lame cm!
They offer me morphine to sleep. At this point my love of all things natural has drifted away as the knives continue to plunge deep into my lower spine. I take that morphine like it were the last pair of shoes on earth.
We go home once again. I attempt sleep, the morphine hasn't really dulled the pain, just made me more relaxish. We watch movies while I pace the basement trying every position to make it through the contractions.
We go through the Millis labouring team process until 2ish or so in the morning. My contractions are every 2-3 mins apart and I really can not take this pain anymore.
Oh whats that, ya HELLO HOME! No freakin jokes, I was being sent back home again!!!!!!!!!!
Tune in soon to part 2 to hear the rest, cause I know you are sooo excited!