During my routine checkup on Tuesday, my dr checked me and said I was at a 4+. After hearing my labor histories and how I was a little anxious about this one, and then on top of that, I needed to be there in plenty of time to get a round of the group B antibiotics, she told me she wanted me to go home and get my stuff and head to the hospital. This was actually a blessing to me, as I really have been worried about how I would know I was in labor, and making it to the hospital on time, so it was really nice to have my dr just tell me that I needed to go.
So this labor was VERY different from the other two. First of all, I learned that I can have consistent contractions that are 2-3 minutes apart for hours. Not painful, just pressure, and if my dr hadn’t told me to go, I probably never would have noticed them being so regular. We checked in around 4:45 pm, it took a long time to get checked in and to get things going with the antibiotics and such. I think they moved me to my room around 8:00pm and just kept monitoring me… contractions still the same. Nate was getting a little bored, not being used to things going so slowly. I thought it was kinda nice though. I was really able to relax and get used to the idea that we were gonna have another kid soon, and I even finished reading my book.
When they came in at around 9:40pm, I was still at a 4+, which was kind of annoying, but then they broke my water. After about and hour and 20 minutes or so, the contractions were getting really bad and I had to actually work through them, which I was not used to. I told them I was starting to feel a lot more pressure and they checked and I was at a 7. I was not very happy about that, thinking that I was further along. About a half hour later, I told Nate that maybe I wanted to get an epidural, as the contractions were getting pretty unbearable, but they weren’t on top of each other or anything, so I thought maybe I still had a while. I decided I’d wait a bit more, and then sure enough, a few minutes later, it was time to push. Oh that dreaded feeling. I hate it. I was dreading it the whole time. Then of course they tell you not to push, and all I can do is push and tell them to hurry. I didn’t push for long, although in the moment, it felt like it was taking forever. I think I pushed for 10 minutes or maybe less, and then it was FINALLY over. I know it really isn’t that long, but it hurt. This whole labor was so much more painful than Sayer’s. I couldn’t help but just rejoice and tell everyone how glad I was that it was over. So yeah, instead of being the quickest and easiest like you would expect, my third labor was the longest and hardest one of all. I guess I got to experience what a normal labor is like this time around. But to be honest, it was a blessing. Nate had just finished with his last class, which was the last thing we were waiting on before we wanted him to come, and it is 2 weeks before we are moving, which is the amount of time I wanted to have him big enough to fly and to get the house all packed up, etc, and I didn't have to worry about having the baby in a cab. All good things.
Anyway, we are home now and everyone is doing well. Asher and Sayer couldn't be more thrilled to have a new baby brother. All they want to do is hold him and kiss him and touch him. Bart is such a sweet little thing so far. He is a great nurser which has been a wonderful change from the other 2, I just hope he keeps it up.
I also just have to brag about my wonderful friends and neighbors, who completely took over things with the boys from the second they found out I was on my way to the hospital. I knew they were in good hands and were having fun, so it was nice to not have to worry too much about them. I came home to them cleaning my apt and dinners taken care of through the weekend. I am so blessed to have such amazing friends!!
When they came in at around 9:40pm, I was still at a 4+, which was kind of annoying, but then they broke my water. After about and hour and 20 minutes or so, the contractions were getting really bad and I had to actually work through them, which I was not used to. I told them I was starting to feel a lot more pressure and they checked and I was at a 7. I was not very happy about that, thinking that I was further along. About a half hour later, I told Nate that maybe I wanted to get an epidural, as the contractions were getting pretty unbearable, but they weren’t on top of each other or anything, so I thought maybe I still had a while. I decided I’d wait a bit more, and then sure enough, a few minutes later, it was time to push. Oh that dreaded feeling. I hate it. I was dreading it the whole time. Then of course they tell you not to push, and all I can do is push and tell them to hurry. I didn’t push for long, although in the moment, it felt like it was taking forever. I think I pushed for 10 minutes or maybe less, and then it was FINALLY over. I know it really isn’t that long, but it hurt. This whole labor was so much more painful than Sayer’s. I couldn’t help but just rejoice and tell everyone how glad I was that it was over. So yeah, instead of being the quickest and easiest like you would expect, my third labor was the longest and hardest one of all. I guess I got to experience what a normal labor is like this time around. But to be honest, it was a blessing. Nate had just finished with his last class, which was the last thing we were waiting on before we wanted him to come, and it is 2 weeks before we are moving, which is the amount of time I wanted to have him big enough to fly and to get the house all packed up, etc, and I didn't have to worry about having the baby in a cab. All good things.
Anyway, we are home now and everyone is doing well. Asher and Sayer couldn't be more thrilled to have a new baby brother. All they want to do is hold him and kiss him and touch him. Bart is such a sweet little thing so far. He is a great nurser which has been a wonderful change from the other 2, I just hope he keeps it up.
I also just have to brag about my wonderful friends and neighbors, who completely took over things with the boys from the second they found out I was on my way to the hospital. I knew they were in good hands and were having fun, so it was nice to not have to worry too much about them. I came home to them cleaning my apt and dinners taken care of through the weekend. I am so blessed to have such amazing friends!!
The view from my room. Looking south from 59th street, on west side