On January 3rd, Keith went to his mothers, which is in the same town as my hospital an hour away, and I stayed home with Korey and watched him because he came down with a virus. I started noticing that I felt gas like pains around 5pm, but there was nothing consistent there, and I was having stomach problems the day before so I chalked it off as nothing.
As the night went on I was getting more impatient and to be honest a little stressed out in dealing with Korey being sick and running around, I noticed the pains were starting to get more consistent. I text Keith to let him know that it looked like I might be going to the hospital tonight, and then I started to time them.
Here’s how my contractions looked an hour before heading to the hospital. As we went along to the hospital they started getting stronger, and became 2 minutes apart and freaking painful. A lot less painful than being induced I must say, but I still did not like them. We couldn’t do the normal speed limit because of the snow on the road, and we also became stuck behind a driver who wanted to do 20 MPH when the roads were NICE! Keith decided to pass that person since he could tell I was getting more pains.
Once we turned on the road for the hospital things really started kicking up and the pain became more intense. Keith parked and I swear to you, what would normally be a minute walk to the door turned into 3 minutes and I could barely make it. I had to stop and concentrate on my breathing to get through the steps. Once we made it in the door I saw heaven, in the form of a wheelchair, there was no way I could have made the walk. Keith pushed me to the birth center, with a little stop in between to figure out how to work a door that required you to push it, allow it to make an alarm noise and then let you in to the rest of the hospital.
We rang into the birth center, and all I was able to do was hand the lady my ID card and insurance and then I apparently had a really bad contraction and said “Oh F*ck!”. That’s when the nurses took notice and checked what room was available and got me right in. As soon as we made it to the room I started undressing with their help, I am so thankful that those nurses could tell how close I was and that I needed to get on that bed right away.
I don’t even remember getting on the bed but one of the nurses went to check me and noticed that my water bag was right there. They called for the doctor and again it was a minute wait that felt like forever because I wanted to push so bad. The doctor came in and she said I was 10 cm and told me she was breaking my water and then I could start pushing. With a few reminders and directions I pushed Kyler out with 4 pushes, no tears and a stunned room that included daddy.
I never thought this birth was going to go so natural, I figured I was going to be induced again and this time opt for pain meds. Well I barely had time to even realize he was coming! I was holding a baby in under 30 minutes of getting to the hospital. 20 minutes later and I would have been having the baby on the side of the road!
I know that’s one long birth story. Incredibly worth every second being pregnant and I know how fortunate I was for such a quick labor.
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