I wrote a post a little while back outlining Flannery’s labor and delivery. I shall divulge similar information regarding Harper’s now. You could not have had a more opposite experience. Here are the highlights of Harper’s arrival:
1. I went one day overdue. On the day after my due date (also Harper’s birthday) we went in for an appointment just to see how things were holding up. I’d been having contractions all day, but nothing to write home about and they never seemed to get any worse or closer together. So, I was not surprised that I was only three centimeters dilated (same as a few days before). They hooked me up to be monitored for a while and I was having true labor contractions about every five minutes, but still not getting any stronger and I could still talk through them, so I wasn’t getting my hopes up. This was at about 3:00 pm.
2. We invited our teammates over to play board games. I won the first game of Munchkin, and then decided I would call my mom back instead of playing another round since I ignored her during the game.
3. Somewhere between walking from the kitchen to the bedroom everything changed. As my mom answered the phone at 8:11 pm I had a huge contraction of a totally different caliber than the rest of the day. We talked for about 3-5 minutes and decided I needed to get off the phone and time these things!
4. We timed one contraction before deciding to call the Midwife and get the heck out of the house! It was a good thing our babysitters were already over playing board games or Flannery would have had to come with us! There was no time to wait- things were happening! We grabbed the hospital bag, and of course both of us had to pee, then I scuttled to the car between about four contractions and drove to the hospital. No time for pictures. Much more hollywood. Weee!
5. We got to the hospital around 8:40 pm. I was dilated to a 7. I kinda lost hope there because when I was a 7 with Flannery I still had four hours to go. But I just kept on laboring for about a half hour or so.
6. Finally, my bladder was catching up to the IV they had me hooked up to and I needed to pee again. So, I managed to make my way to the bathroom with a stern warning not to push and to let the nurses know if I felt like I needed to. I brushed it off, because there was no way I would already need to push- my water hadn’t even broken yet for pete’s sake!
7. That short stroll to the loo must have made a huge difference however, because I was feeling kind of ready to push before I made it back to the bed. So, after being checked again my midwife came to the consensus that if she broke my water, I would have a couple big contractions and that would be enough to get me to ten so I could push. Here’s how we decided to go through with it.
“It’s going to hurt though” ( I decided to forgo the epidural again)
“What? Getting my water broken? That doesn’t make sense.”
“No, the contractions afterward.”
“Oh, duh. Yeah. But, I get to push sooner, right?”
“Do it. I like pushing!”
8. Break the water. Cue Giganticmondohugey contractions. So much praying. So much praying. So much very loud praying. So much not caring at all. But, there were only like five minutes worth of them. But, wowza. She was right about that hurting thing.
9. Totally worth it though, because within no time I was ready to push. I pushed about three or four times and poof! A baby! Here’s what was going on in my head:
Push 1: What the heck did I get myself into!? Am I seriously about to do this again!? This is going to hurt. This is going to hurt.
Push 2: HOLY $%(#&!!! AHHHH!
Then there was a pause where I got myself together mentally and remembered my dear friend Michelle and that I would have a few minutes of this horribleness, but it would be nothing compared to the fight she’s going through and I offered it up.
Push 3: Woah! What was that? It felt like something came out, but this is only my third push there’s no way- quicklyinterreuptedbyPush 4: WOAH!! And then my very smart first coherent sentence since I started pushing:
“Was that a baby?”
No. No, Meg you just had a cat. Duh it was a baby! I just couldn’t believe how few times I pushed before she was here!
10. Now, of course I had a baby. But I really didn’t know what was going on, because I couldn’t see anything. I delivered Harper on my hands and knees so I had a clear view of the hospital wall and that was it. I couldn’t see Zach, Harper or my midwife. And I would do it like that again and again! Way better than laying on my back with Flannery.
11. I cut the cord! Yeah, weird, right? It’s not really Zach’s thing with the blood and stuff, so I went for it! I thought it would be an interesting story. Are you interested?
12. So, she was born at 9:46 pm. Quick quick quickety quick! A GIRL! 7lbs 4 oz, 19.75 in long. She was doing great right off the bat, so I got to hold her right away for a long time, and I was totally with it and feeling good!
That was fun! Let’s do it again!
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