Before you read on,a few notes. First, I’m writing this a few days postpartum, so please excuse any errors (sleep is going well for a newborn, but still). Second, I’m writing this as I sit across from Phil who has tiny Amelia curdled into his chest. The image melts my heart and may make this post a bit mushy. Ok, here we go!
It all began on Saturday night…
Saturday , 7pm- I started to feel what I thought were contractions earlier in the day. However, I never experienced pre-labor with Mitchell, so I felt unsure and just pushed along. The cramping started to increase and by dinner time we called the doctor as baby’s movement had slowed way down. I didn’t think I was in labor though because it was totally bearable but we went and had a stress test.
Turns out I was contracting but barely and was only 2.5 cm dilated. They sent me Home telling me to call if I felt any pain as this was my second and Mitch came fast.
Saturday, 9pm– we left the hospital, grabbed dinner and met my sister and Mitch back at our house. Mitch went through his night time routine and we headed to bed around 11 pm. My contractions were consistent but fairly light.
Sunday, 12 am– After finally falling asleep, I was awoken by a strange feeling – my water broke. I later found out it was a small bubble of my water sack, but I immediately started to experience an increase in contractions and pain. We called the doctor and my sister asking her to come back to the house to watch Mitch – it was time to have a baby!
1 am– I was taken to triage and immediately admitted; in two hours I had progressed to over 4 cm.
2 – 5 am- At this point the contractions were between 2 and 5 minutes apart. I practiced yoga breathing through the contractions until they became so unbearable. Everyone commented how well I managed the contractions. One of the things Phil said consistently to me was to relax my shoulders which helped SO much. Our nurse taught us that if you’re tight and tense in your body, it slows down labor, so trying to relax is one of the most important things you can do to move things along. Apparently it worked because things moved faster than I could have imagined!
I began grunting and shouting at the end and the nurse said, “that sounds like it’s time to push!” I’m pretty sure the look on my face was complete horror- I was planning on an epidural and it seemed I missed the window.
I should make note of the incredible team that took care of me. The nurses were the absolute best and supportive through all stages of labor, delivery and recovery.
My nurse, Cassie, looked at me and said she knew I could do this without medicine. I started to wrap my head around the seemingly inevitable and focused on meeting little one.
The doctor came in to check and said I was at 8.5 cm and had time if I moved quickly. Let me tell you, I shouted ‘yes!’ and the epidural was on its way.
7 am- The epidural arrived and was in quickly. Within minutes the medicine kicked in and I was out like a light. I never relaxed with Mitch, even with the epidural, so this was heaven. The break gave me time to rest and prepare for delivery.
9 am– The nurses realized I still had a large part of my water sack unbroken and moved forward with breaking it with the doctor. From there it was go time!
11 am- With each set of pushes, she came down a little further and was now past my pelvis. The doctor and nurses were helping me and before I knew it I felt the head crown. It took me off guard and I shouted in pain.
Suddenly, the doctor told me not to push and to lay down. I knew something was wrong, and a surge of adrenaline coursed through me. The nurse who had been with me all along told me the umbilical cord was wrapped twice around the baby’s neck. I had to hold still so the doctor could move it off.
I watched the doctor, seemingly in slow motion, grab a clamp, place it on the cord and then snipped. The cord was off baby’s neck. It was time to push.
Let me say, having a baby half out and having to stop was an intense pain. But it amplified when the doctor pulled the baby’s hand that was by the chin out. I was then able to give one last push and she was out!
I fell back in pure excitement and exhaustion. They placed her on my chest and broke down in the happiest years. I looked up at Phil and there were tears in his eyes as he stared at his little girl and kissed me.
Amelia weighed in at 7 lbs 11 ounces and 21 inches long. She looked up at me with her big blue eyes and sweet soft brown hair. Despite a few complications, Amelia checked out perfectly.
We spent the next 30 minuets getting cleaned up. Phil stayed with her and soon brought her over for us to be together.
The joy and pride I feel delivering is unlike anything I’ve experienced in life.
We contacted our family who had driven hours to be with us on our big day. My sister brought Mitchell, who was the first to come meet baby girl.
Before everyone came in, Phil and I decided to name her. Like Mitch, we had three top names for a boy and girl. When we saw her I think we both knew that she was an Amelia. The name was on our list three years ago and has always been our favorite girl name. Her middle name is from her great grandma, my mom’s Mom who was a huge part of my life.
And, in the strangest coincidences, Amelia was born on my other grandma’s birthday! The 12th if November is also the reverse date of my birthday ( November 12 and 21).
Mitchell was so excited to meet his sister. He was shy for a few minutes, however, we brought a gift for him from her and he opened right up. One of the gifts was a book that we all sat and read together as a family. It was one of the best moments of the whole experience- having my family together.
Our immediate family came in next to meet her and everyone celebrated Amelia’s arrival. We spent the rest of the afternoon sharing her story and soaking up our sweet girl.
Phil and I ordered dinner and then crashed. We spent the next day in the hospital with more visitors, check ups and rest.
I felt surprisingly well and felt grateful given Amelia’s delivery. She also started nursing right away and did great.
We spent Monday night at the hospital living in our little bubble. It was tough to spend another day away from Mitch, but wanted to rest and focus on Amelia. That night we ate dinner from a local restaurant and dug into chocolate cake to celebrate.
We came home on Tuesday afternoon and immediately fell asleep after unpacking. So far we’ve all been doing very well. I’ve been recovering faster than the first time. Amelia is a great sleeper! Mitchell is loving his baby sister.
Again, thank you for all of the love and congratulations!