They say first babies are always late. My first was four days late, so I figured this one would come earlier than that. My mom flew out two days before I was due so that Mike and I could get a little break before the baby was born. That was May 20th. Well, fast forward to Friday, May 29th, one week after my due date, and still no baby! Oops. I had been to the doctor the day before for a non stress test, was 3 cm dilated, and we scheduled an induction for Monday. It was really hot that Friday and none of us felt like cooking, so we decided to drive up to Central Market (it's like a local Whole Foods) to hit up their salad bar and get some Macrina bread.
A few minutes into the drive, I had my first contraction. I'd had Braxton Hicks contractions for months, but those don't hurt, so when I had one that felt a little crampy, I knew this may be it. I still didn't want to get my hopes up though! Between 5:30 pm and 7 pm, I had maybe 4 or 5 contractions. After we put Nash to bed around 7:30 pm, they started picking up to around 5 minutes apart. With Nash, I had contractions five minutes apart for 15 hours before I was progressed enough to be admitted. In fact, we were sent home once because the first time we went in I was only 2 cm. My goal was to just not get sent home. :)
We watched a little tv since I wasn't really in much pain at this point, but contractions were holding steady at 4-5 minutes apart. Around 8:30 pm, Mike and I packed some last minute things and decided to try to rest for a while before it was time to go to the hospital.
A funny aside: my sister in law Aaron was going to be at the birth (she ended up being out of town! sad!) and months ago I invited my other sister in law McCayla to be there if she wanted to. We hadn't talked about it for a while, and that afternoon she texted me and was like, "Can I still come?" I obviously said yes. Sometime in here I sent her a text that said, "Keep your phone on tonight."
Well, it turns out I was in too much pain to rest, so I ended up doing things like straightening my hair, packing and repacking toiletries, and random iPhoning. Once they were every 3-4 minutes apart and every third contraction was REALLY bad (I felt it majorly in my hips, which was weird), I decided to call the hospital. This was around 10 pm I think. Since I was able to talk to the nurse even through contractions, she told me to wait an hour or two and call back. I lasted about 45 minutes. :)
At 10:45 pm I called back and was like, "We're coming in." Now things got a little tricky because of our two year old and because my mom wanted to be there for the birth (and I wanted her there too.) Mike loaded up both of our cars. He got Nash into one car so my mom could drive him to my brother's house then come meet us at the hospital. Then he loaded me into the other car, and off we went!
We got there around 11:15 pm, and I just remember thinking "Please be 4 cm, please be 4cm." That way we could be admitted. Well we got checked and I was a 7!!! We seriously couldn't believe it. Even the nurse who admitted us was like, "You were so calm and joking around, I thought you were a 4, MAYBE a 5."
|This was right after we found out I was 7 cm. So relieved! #doublechin|
Since I was already so progressed, I was like, "Epidural, please!" (Give birth however you want, but I loved both of my epidurals and I would absolutely do it again. I LOVE my hospital and totally trust my doctor to only intervene as much as necessary. I also liked how calm and peaceful it all was. Thanks, drugs.)
The epidural was in around 1 am, then they broke my water. I was feeling a lot of pressure and wanting to push, but was still only 8 cm, so we just hung out for a while. By 2:30ish I was 10cm, so they had me push a few times. Everyone was expecting her to come out really quickly. In fact multiple nurses kept saying, "Five pushes and she'll be out!" because they knew about my previous five hours of pushing. In my mind I was like, "Hahahahaha! Yeah right." Anyway, after a few pushes, they decided to have me labor down for another hour because she was still a bit high.
Around 1 am, then they broke my water. I was feeling a lot of pressure and wanting to push, but was still only 8 cm, so we just hung out for a while. By 2:30ish I was 10cm, so they had me push a few times. Everyone was expecting her to come out really quickly. In fact multiple nurses kept saying, "Five pushes and she'll be out!" because they knew about my previous five hours of pushing. In my mind I was like, "Hahahahaha! Yeah right." Anyway, after a few pushes, they decided to have me labor down for another hour because she was still a bit high.
Right after 4 am, they had me try pushing again, and that's when we found out we had another posterior baby. Ugh! That explained the horrendous hip pain and the urge to push before I was fully dilated. It also explained why those pushes the hour before didn't move her down very much. The nurse on duty kept saying, "You can do this, you aren't going to push for five hours, you won't need a vacuum." Since she wasn't a very touchy feely person, I totally believed her. She was the absolute perfect person for that last hour.
|Best husband ever. We were in it together. :)|
So I pushed. It was really hard, and I just kept thinking that I could not do this for five hours again. When she still wasn't out after 40 minutes, I remember looking at Mike and we almost had a breakdown moment. But I chose to believe the doctor telling me that she was almost out (even though I heard that for literally THREE hours before Nash was actually born.) But then five minutes later at 4:50 am she was born! The best part was not being totally exhausted and out of it like I was the first time. My epidural was perfect: I could feel everything, but it wasn't painful. I felt her being born and they put her right on my chest which was amazing. Mike and I just cried because we were so happy she was here, and it was such a great experience this time.
June was 8 lbs. 8 oz. and was 21.5 inches long.
Thank you mom for taking these pictures and for cutting the cord!
The one weird thing was that last few hours of labor my heart rate was really high and my temperature kept rising. They were worried about infection, so June and I both got antibiotics and we had to stay for 48 hours after the birth instead of just 24. It ended up that we didn't have an infection, but it turned out to be a good thing because we got lots of breastfeeding help. It did not go well at all with Nash, so the extra hospital day gave me a lot more confidence. (And so far so good.)
|She had to wear this huge thing on her arm to keep the iv in place.|
My mom and McCayla left to go take naps since they had been up all night. My mom brough Nash back later with my brother Tom, Aaron (who luckily flew back to town a few hours after June was born!), and their daughter Olive, who LOVES baby June. It's so cute. Then Mike's brother John and McCayla came back with their son Miles and brought Mike some dinner.
|First family pic!|
|My beautiful mom!|
It's funny, even though we were exhausted, the hospital stay was almost like a mini vacation for us! Haha! We watched movies, drank some champagne, and one night Mike picked up some fancy desserts from a nearby restaurant.
About her name: June is a name that we have loved for a long time. It was on our girl's list (for first and middle) when I was pregnant with Nash. When I got pregnant this time, it was never really a discussion, that was just her name. We like it Mike's and my birthdays are in June, one day apart. We also like that it's a little nod to our nephew Noah, whose life was contained entirely in the month of June, making it the most special month there is. And while we're at it, Mike's twin brother (duh), my brother's wife, our other nephew, and my grandma all have June birthdays. They can all claim she was named for them if they want. :) The middle name, much like last time, wasn't official until the very end. We love the name Austin: it's where we got engaged, and I spent a lot of time in the Texas Hill Country as a kid. But then it sounds like we messed up Jane Austen or something. In the end we decided we didn't care because we liked it the best.
Our little June is here, and we're so glad she is!
Our little June is here, and we're so glad she is!