You guys! I debated writing this post because there are obviously graphic details, lol but also because I don't know if I could ever convey what the night actually looked like. Let me start off by saying, both Isaac and Lincoln had pretty long labors. Isaac's at 13 hours and Lincoln's at 16 hours. The doctors (among others) always said after the first child, labors are generally shorter and get easier. But with my history being second was longer and harder, in my head I was predicted labor with Baby Lo would be at l ast 10 hours... so long but shorter than the other two.
Anyway, I had heard Chelsea's story of her incredibly short labor and I thought to myself, that's great... but has to be rare... well apparently not. I had some friends over the night I went into labor... made dinner, played cards then sat on the couch to watch the Crossfit games. Around 1 am I literally FELT AND HEARD a noise... *graphic, TMI to follow*
It was my mucus plug... literally heard it and felt it, WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK. So, again, going off history of labor with the other two, at this point it could be days before.
Lost it the night before with Isaac and a couple days before with Lincoln. Anyway, I call Chris to let him know what's happening and that if my water breaks or anything else I'll keep him posted. And sure enough, MINUTES later... my water breaks. Get to the top of my stairs, thinking ok I should shower and try to take a nap (at 1:30 am, LOL) in case I'm gona go into labor. Water starts breaking at the top of my stairs and contractions are instantly 3 mins apart... consistently. I get out of the shower and the rest of my water smacks on the floor........ coooool. LMAO. I call Chris tell him my water broke and meet me at the hospital. At this point, my friend Bone is sitting on my bed, like here for moral support or whatever, and I happened to look over, the scream looking emoji was the best way I can describe the look on her face. Meanwhile, her sister Quay is panicking, strips down to nothing and freaking out because she can't find this dress I asked for for labor... So I'm like screw the dress and I'll wear something else.. Again the contractions from the beginning are 3 mins apart. We've called the doctor and haven't heard back yet. Call again and he finally calls back saying go to the hospital now... I literally say NOW?!?!?!? Here I am thinking I have a good 10 hours. Once the doctor said to go to the hospital right now Quay is calling Chris to come to the house to get me instead of meeting me at the hospital. Finally, we are in the car & my friend Rachel is essentially my doula in the backseat all while looking both ways while we run 3 red lights. So it's 2:24 AM and I'm like omg I have to push. So if we get pulled over right now, I'm giving birth in the car. I get to the hospital at 2:45 AM. I can barely sign my name on the papers... they're struggling to get the IV in, I'm 6 cm... I'm begging for pain meds but the paperwork isn't done... minutes later the IV is in and I'm ok now can I please have pain meds. Nurse comes in to check me and I'm 8 CM but dilate 9, 10 cm AS SHE'S CHECKING ME... Last thing I hear is "I NEED HELP" from the nurse who literally I just dilated in her hand lmao... I said "I CANNOT DO THIS WITHOUT MEDS" and all the sudden I feel my body almost like curl up into a ball and then I turned into Super Saiyan, as Chris said, and sprawl out, arching my back, the nurses are yelling now, "chin to chest" and baby was out 2 pushes later. 3 am on the dot. I look at Chris and it's like he was STILL while everything else was moving in fast motion around him. They put baby on my chest and ask "do you want to know what you had?" I'm in tears, and say yes! "IT'S A BOY!" i'm crying, I cannot believe how much hair he has. Literally everything, from start to finish was 2 hours. Meanwhile, I realize, my doctor never made it to the hospital in time. So gets there in time to deliver my placenta.
I asked my friends to type up what they remember from the night and here's what they had to say: