The contractions got stronger but were definitely manageable with the self-hypnosis I’d been practicing. At 12:45 I got up to pee when my water broke all over the bed. I yelled for Joe to get me towels, which he spread over the mess and I lay down on after peeing.
The contractions got harder…and they were a lot different this time. In my last two labors I felt the contractions start low, rise up over my entire uterus, a final clamp down, and a release. This time I was feeling it start low, it would only rise about halfway and then a clamp down. Weird. They were also very short and intense. Not one contraction lasted more than 45 seconds.
My Mom showed up about 15 minutes later.
About 10 minutes after that I climbed into my hot tub. OMG did that feel good. The water was hot, and soothing and very lovely.
After about a half an hour I started feeling lots of pressure in my rectum. I thought it might be prudent to get to the hospital at this point.
We got to the hospital around 2:00, and spent the next 2 hours, being poked, prodded, hooked up to various machines, getting my veins blown twice, getting distracted by various medical personnel while I was trying to use my hypnosis, got into an argument with the nurse and husband over my being in the shower (my BP had supposedly spiked super high. It was a bullshit reading, and I ought to know), sat on a birthing stool, got fisted without sufficient lube multiple times, got into an argument with the midwife over her removing her hand while she tried to manually thin out the cervical lip during an intense contraction, and went from 6 to 10 cm in four contractions.
Similar to my last labor, the pushing was the easiest part. With the first real push I felt his head slam past my cervix right through to the vaginal opening. I finally felt that burning sensation that others have talked about. I eased off the power of that push and got his head out by the time the contraction was over. I then got into another argument with the midwife over opening my legs. My hips were having muscle spasms and I couldn’t keep them open during the contractions.
The shoulders came with the next contraction. This kid is a freaking linebacker. He’s got really wide shoulders. With one long, low powered push I got his shoulders and the rest of him out. They put him on my belly and cried.
I turned to my husband and said “This one is a LOT bigger than his brother”. They gave Gray a quick clean up and put him naked on my chest and threw several blankets over the both of us. He cried, but settled down quickly when I started to sing the “Good Night Song Review” that I sing to my older kids nearly every night. I passed the placenta and the midwife declared that no repair work was needed. (Yea! No stitches!)
After an hour of cuddling, the nurse weighed him, measured him, gave him a bath, swaddled him, and gave him back to me.
I was in the hospital for 2 days waiting for this little boy to poop (meanwhile I got scared shitless when I passed a blood clot the size of a baseball. Aparently this is normal. Never happened before!). Eventually, I was discharged and I had to go home without my baby. I swear this was the worst thing that has ever happened to me. But I got extremely lucky, I live less than 10 minutes away from the hospital, so I spent the rest of the day/evening running down there every 3 hours to nurse him. And by the 10 PM feeding, after getting a suppository, he finally pooped multiple times and they let me take him home.
We are home, and all is well.