On the way to the hospital, my contractions became stronger and were now 4 minutes apart. We arrived at the hospital and they got me in a bed to be checked by the midwife. We were a bit nervous that they would send me back home, but it was good news from Patrice - my CNM for the night. I was dilated to 5cm and my bag of water was bulging. She sent me to an LDR room and said if we wanted her to break my water it would probably be a quick labor. (about midnight) We decided to work through some contractions a bit more and see if my water would break on its own. We asked the nurse to hook me up to intermittent monitoring so that I wouldn't have to stay in bed. This was wonderful - I only had to be monitored about 20 minutes every couple of hours. I was able to take a shower and walk around. Things were going pretty well and I was staying hydrated with juices and water. Then I got very nauseous - I soon painted the bathroom walls with projectile vomit. Ick!
It was nearly 2 am and we decided to have Patrice break my water. We went ahead and called my mom and Kerry to come up to the hospital, hoping "go" time would be soon. They arrived and time just seemed to move rather slowly... I threw up 2 more times and the contractions didn't seem to be getting much stronger. Patrice spent a lot of time with us - showing Ben ways to help me and hold onto me, pushing on my butt bone to help with the back labor, trying to keep me out of bed to get progressing quicker. She knew I didn't want to get an epidural and she tried hard to help with that. About 5am, Patrice checked me again. I was only dilated to 7cm and she could tell how tired I was (and Ben, too!). She suggested starting a small drip of Pitocin to help the contractions speed up, as an alternative to laboring for hours more and just getting more exhausted. Even though we originally wanted to stay away from Pitocin, we decided it was the best thing at that time. By the time they got an IV in me and the pit started, it was 5:30.
The contractions immediately became more intense. After a handful of them that nearly had me in tears, I asked my mom and Ben if they thought I would be able to keep going without an epidural. We were expecting the delivery to still possibly be a couple of hours away and I just didn't see how I could continue. Ben, being tired also and not realizing I was looking for encouragement rather than an honest answer, thought maybe it was a good idea to get an epidural. I got upset and said clearly that I did not want an epidural! My poor husband... he told me that I had better start fighting a bit harder. With that, I got another bad contraction and the back pain was horrible, and as it was at its peak I yelled "Pressure! Get the nurse!" My mom ran in the hallway and made it seem serious enough that 3 nurses ran in the room, prepping everything and checking me. The nurse who checked me stated that "it wasn't time yet" and my heart sunk - I thought that surely, it was time, and if it wasn't, there was just no way I could continue. Another nurse phoned Patrice to come immediately, and thankfully she got there moments later and said "it's time!" without even checking me. She knew that I would know when it was time to push. I was so relieved! It was now 6am.
It was really amazing being able to push and feel what was going on, opposed to having an epidural - knowing when the contractions were and not just having the nurse tell you. The most difficult part was how truly exhausted I felt, but thankfully, some adrenaline kicked in at some point and less than 30 minutes later, our baby boy was placed on my stomach and firmly grasping my finger.
We knew right away that his name would be "Charles David" - Charlie - Charles was my dad's middle name and David is Ben's dads' middle name, as well as a family name on my side. He weighed 7lbs 1oz, (much bigger than our little 5lb 10oz Adelaide,) and was 20 in long. So perfect.




