Saturday, October 18th started out as any typical Saturday does in our house. With Ryan still asleep, I enjoyed a cup of my favorite vanilla biscotti coffee, a leisurely pancake breakfast, and took Charlie for a walk around the neighborhood… But the rest of the day wasn’t so typical.
Around 7AM, while walking Charlie, I was on the phone with my momma when all of a sudden it felt like I peed my pants. It was such an awkward feeling, I started giggling! It’s hard to describe, but as an adult I feel as if I have a good idea of when I need to go to the bathroom, how long I can hold it, and when it’s an emergency. This time was an exception – I had no warning and when I tried to hold it in I had no control. When I told my momma she laughed and said “Put a pad on.”
We had a few hours before we had to leave for our birthing class, so I began working on our baby shower thank you cards. After an hour passed I realized that what I felt earlier wasn’t stopping… Every time I stood up it felt like I was peeing and I had no control over it. Ryan and I thought it would be wise to call our doctor. An answering service took my call and paged our doctor.
Ryan was already in the mindset that we needed to go to the hospital so he frantically began to pack our bags. I on the other hand was not thoroughly convinced. I was told by numerous people that first babies tend to come late and I didn’t want to be like the girl in Father of the Bride when she goes to the hospital for “false alarms.” Plus, at our appointment on Wednesday I wasn’t dilated, at all.
About an hour later our doctor called. She thought it would be good for us to head to the hospital just in case and she would meet us there. We opted to take the scenic route rather than the highway since I felt fine, but as we got closer to the hospital I started to feel uncomfortable. My abdomen began to ache and no matter what I did, I couldn’t get comfortable.
When we arrived at the hospital it was close to 11AM. We checked in and went straight up to the triage unit. I was able to still walk and talk, but felt more uncomfortable by the minute. When we got upstairs we were put in a curtained room. A nurse came by to check my vitals and to see if I was dilated… I was 3 cm. And moments later there was a huge rush. It was undeniable – I didn’t pee my pants, my water broke.
Shortly after, the nurse wheeled us off to the labor and delivery unit where my momma and Ryan’s sister met us. We were all in disbelief that today was the day we would meet our little miracle baby.
Since we didn’t create a birth plan and we were supposed to attend our birthing class that same day, we just went with the flow. We never talked about things like who I wanted in the room with me, whether or not I wanted an epidural, what position I wanted to be in while delivering, etc. Looking back on it, I think it was better that we didn’t have a plan because I’m the type of person who likes to plan everything and if things don’t go as planned, I get antsy.
The time in the delivery room is mostly a blur. The first half of the afternoon I was focused on getting my pain under control since the first epidural didn’t work. I was death gripping the bed arm rials and couldn’t find any position that felt comfortable. It’s hard to describe what the contractions felt like – it was a pain unlike anything that I felt before.
At 5PM our doctor and nurses began to set up for delivery. I could feel the epidural weaning off and my contractions getting stronger. Our doctor said that’s exactly what she wanted, to feel light contractions so I’d know when to push. Before I could even comprehend what was going on, it was time.
During delivery I was full of emotions, it was like I was watching movie play out in my head. I had flashbacks to when I took the pregnancy tests. When I told Ryan in the car. My momma’s reaction. When we shared the news publicly. Our gender reveal party. And our baby shower.
I loved being pregnant. I loved watching my belly grow and tracking how my baby was developing. I loved feeling her kick and when she got hiccups. I loved decorating the nursery. I loved dreaming about what she would be like. I loved talking with Ryan about what we wanted to do with our little girl. I was so in love with someone who I had never met.
At 5:34PM Genevieve “Evie” Elizabeth was born and our lives changed forever.
To be continued…