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Tuesday, March 5, 2013

Birth Story, Part 2

If you missed it, you can find Part 1 here!

The pain would come and go, just as a contraction would, but this was nothing like any contractions I'd previously had. At first I had no idea why I was having these pains, but after an hour and a half of regular pains coming and going, I decided to put a call in to the doctor.

My doctor wasn't the one on-call, so I had to talk to a different doctor and explain the pain I was having. I hadn't timed them for very long before calling since they'd been so painful, so he told me to wait another hour and see if they got closer together. That was at 3:30 am. I timed the pains for the next hour and they were consistently five minutes apart, lasting anywhere from 30 seconds to a minute long. At 4:30, though, I was finally able to start falling asleep in between contractions, although the pain woke me up each time. They had spread to about 6-8 minutes apart. Around 8 am, I called my mom to get a second opinion on whether I should head to the hospital or not.

After getting her approval, I went to wake Jon up to start getting ready. I told him to get up and take a shower so we could go to the hospital. I packed the final necessities in our hospital bag and we got in the car and made the 20 minute drive to our hospital. The entire way, I continued having terrible back pain every five or so minutes.


We walked in through the automatic revolving doors (which are the worst invention ever) and walked up to the desk to check in. I told the woman that I had called in the middle of the night and that the doctor told me to just come on in if the contractions got closer together. She called up to the L&D desk to make sure they had my name and asked if I was going to triage first to be monitored.

"No, she's being admitted for labor," was their response, and the woman was shocked when she learned that I was 41 weeks along. I was pretty small my whole pregnancy, and all belly. We filled out the paperwork, and while I was standing at the counter, I had another contraction. I tensed up and closed my eyes through the pain and the woman asked if I needed a wheelchair.

"Oh, no, I'll be alright," I responded, not wanting to be rolled up in a wheelchair if I didn't need to be. I got my armband and we headed towards the elevators to go up to the third floor, the L&D floor.

The nurses welcomed us and settled us into our room. I changed into the hospital gown and was hooked onto the monitor. The nurses introduced themselves and one of them checked my cervix to see if I was more dilated then at my last appointment.

"2 centimeters," she announced. Yes, it was progress from my last check, but I was only 2 centimeters dilated after being up almost all night in pain?

The nurses left to consult with the doctor and came back a few minutes later. One of the ladies informed me that since I was so far along and really should be ready to have this baby, they were going to monitor me for 30 minutes, then have me walk around for about an hour to try to get things to progress, then monitor and check me again. I nodded in agreement, hoping that the next time I was checked, we would be on our way to meeting our little boy.

But of course, after 30 minutes of monitoring and an hour of walking, at my next check I was still 2 centimeters. I was so confused. How could I be in so much pain and having regular contractions, but not be in labor and not progressing at all? The nurse told me that I could come back later that evening to be induced, but I decided to stick it out, hoping that the pain I was having would subside.

Read part three here.


  1. You always leave me in suspense even though I know how it all turns out :)
    Can't wait to hear the rest of the story!

  2. oh my gosh so frustrating! give me part 3!!! haha : )


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