So after I was checked for dilation, I got changed and continued to breath through each contraction. They were coming often and getting stronger. Cherie our midwife soon arrived, assessed the situation, and checked me out. She also noted that we were going to have a baby sooner than later and made sure that everyone was ready. Beverly continued to get the room ready, making sure I was as comfortable as possible, and made me drink lots and lots of orange juice. As the contractions continued, it started to get warm and I suddenly wished it wasn't June and 100 degrees outside. I continued to labor in multiple places, trying to find the most comfortable position to be in (which turned out to be on the toilet...sexy and whimsical, I know). Hubby and my mom were there every step of the way, encouraging and motivating and making sure I was okay. Around 5:00PM the contractions started to get REALLY rough and felt like they were right on top of each other. I moaned, and groaned, and occasionally screamed-ish...but made it through each one. Once each contraction had passed, I remember thinking "man I need to quiet down, I am going to scare any women who are just here for their appointments!".
Towards the end, there was a moment that I wasn't sure I could do it. I leaned into Shawn, whimpering that I couldn't do it. He assured me that I could, and frankly hello...I was going to have to! That baby had to get out of there somehow! I knew these feelings were a good sign though...they meant the end was near!
At 5:20PM, Cherie checked and said I was dilated to a 10 and that this baby was ready. I got nervous. I wasn't sure I knew what to do. I begged her not to leave...not sure where I thought she was going to go...and told her that I needed her help. She assured me that she would be there and then said that it was time for her to break my water. Splash! The contractions continued. Cherie told me that I needed to push a little bit to get the baby down. I struggled to figure out where I needed to push from. I know that sounds weird but I just couldn't quite get the hang of it. Once I realized that you really do just use the same muscles as when you
I was told that I needed to move on to the bed. The thought of moving and leaving my comfortable toilet sounded terrible but I figured they probably knew what was best and frankly I didn't want the baby coming out IN the toilet. I shuffled into the bedroom, laid down with Hubby sitting up by my head and my mom standing by my side. Cherie got her apron on, Beverly was at the ready, and they said it was time to start pushing...holy crap...this was it.
To be continued.