When I left off after my 41 week post I had been having contractions off and on and was getting frustrated that they weren’t sticking around. I also had made peace with my decision to wait on the induction until the last possible date (July 23rd) and felt in my heart that the baby would come on its own terms. Our prayers were answered! It’s amazing to see how the Lord had his Hand ALL OVER Brooks’ story.
Friday (July 18th) I had some random contractions in the morning while at work and that afternoon they started to pick up a bit. Nothing really consistent but the ones I was having were strong and somewhat painful. A random side note: When I got dressed that morning I put on a knee length black skirt and I remembered that was the skirt I was wearing when I went into labor at work with Hayden. I laughed it off. I had a student coming to register for classes that afternoon and I could barely walk her around campus because I was having random contractions. She probably thought I was nuts, walking so slow. When I had Hayden I also had a student who I was registering for classes and the same thing happened. So weird!
Late that afternoon I started thinking that maybe this could be something so I decided to call my Chiropractor and ask her if I could get in for an adjustment before I headed home because I didn’t want to wait until Tuesday for my next scheduled one. Dr. Kim had talked about acupressure and some other things to help labor along so I figured why not see if this was just the push my body needed. She gladly squeezed me in and I headed to her office at 3:30 pm.
She reassured me that these contractions I was having WERE doing something. They were helping to dilate and thin me out and she said hopefully a lot of the work would be done by the time I got to the hospital. She did a normal adjustment on me and worked some pressure points. Mostly my ankles, feet, hands, and legs. It all felt really relaxing, but I had a few contractions during it. She told me that some women start experiencing strong contractions right away and some don’t get any at all. It just depends on your body and if it’s ready for labor or not. I kept my appointment for Tuesday, just in case.
Apparently it WAS the push my body needed. I got about 10 miles out of town and all of a sudden started having strong, consistent contractions. I picked up Hayden from my sister-in-laws’ house and we went home, played outside and made supper all while timing contractions. When Robbie got home I told him that it was the real deal this time. I had to stop and breathe through contractions all evening. I gave Hayden a bath, put him to bed, and really felt so calm about it all. I didn’t have time to stop and dwell on the fact that when I saw him again, it would be to introduce him to his new sibling. God’s workings right there. I spent the rest of the evening on the exercise ball while I watched “Say Yes to the Dress-Atlanta” and Robbie snored in his recliner haha!
One of my biggest prayers was that this labor/delivery would be quicker and easier than Hayden’s and also that I would go into labor at home so I could labor at home as long as possible and so that Robbie could go to the hospital with me.
About 9 o’clock I realized that the contractions were getting closer and closer. They were about 7 minutes apart so I figured we had about an hour or so before they got to the 5 minutes apart that my Dr. says to head to the hospital for. I called my mom to come to our house to stay with Hayden. It’s a 40 minute drive, but I figured we had time.
I woke up Robbie, told him that my mom was on her way and we needed to leave soon. Poor guy was so out of it I don’t think he understood what I said. He was also fighting an awful sinus infection/sore throat so he was less than impressed to be getting up haha! I hauled our bags to the car and came back in and told him he had to get up NOW. I think he got the hint and hopped in the shower.
Little did I know, my contractions would quickly reach 5 minutes apart. I had 3 contractions at 5 minutes apart and then they skipped right to 2.5-3 minutes apart.
Things were moving REALLY quickly! I called my mom and she told me we better leave right away (it’s a 40 minute drive to the hospital). She was a few miles away yet, but I knew we better get going. We pulled out of our driveway at 11 pm and saw her headlights coming down the road.
We were off to meet our new baby!
(part 2 coming tomorrow!)