This is a long post and it is pretty honest. If you don’t want TMI, stop reading now! Also, most of it was typed one handed on minimal sleep!
Cooper was scheduled to arrive on November 13th but I was convinced he would be early. In fact, I was so sure he would be here the first week in November that I was feeling really disappointed by the time the week of my due date rolled around. The 13th came and went–no baby. The calls and emails came flooding in from friends and family wondering if the baby had made its arrival yet. The Hubs and I spent the weekend trying to take our minds off things. We went for a long walk in Central Park on Sunday and grabbed some lunch. I took a nap in the afternoon and we started researching a trip to Napa for next year. We decided to make some chicken quesadillas for dinner (one of the Hubs’ favorites) and headed to bed around 10:30pm.
I woke up at 1:30am with that familiar urge to pee. I sat up in bed and all of a sudden a huge gush of liquid came out. I immediately headed to the bathroom to check out what was going on. I noticed that the liquid was slightly yellowish, which made me feel a little nervous. I cleaned myself up and put a pad on only to have a huge gush again necessitating another change. I spent the next half hour trying to clean myself up (a losing battle).
I woke up the Hubs and told him what was going on. I called my doctor who told me to monitor for contractions. Knowing this could be another few hours, I crawled back into bed with a towel only to start feeling crampy. It kind of felt like one continuous menstrual cramp rather than a rolling contraction so we spent the next hour Googling contractions. We both decided to shower and clean up the apartment a bit.
By this time we were pretty sure I was having contractions lasting about 30 seconds each and five to six minutes apart. We used the app Full Term (highly recommend) to time them. Around 5am, we moved from our bedroom to the couch to watch the news. I could barely focus on what was going on. The contractions were much stronger now. Whereas before I could lie in be and sort of move my legs around and squint my eyes to get through, now I was in serious pain. Everytime I felt them come on I had to get up off the couch and walk around. I was leaning on furniture, squatting and just trying to walk through the contractions. Some were so strong I couldn’t help but cry out in pain. The worst part was that I started to feel incredibly nauseous, which made it much harder to focus on getting through the pain. Friends had told me that in between contractions I would feel fine and it would help me prepare for the next one. Unfortunately I just felt residual pain and really sick.
I spent about 2 1/2 hours with my contractions lasting about 45-50 seconds and about 4-5 minutes apart. This was the most difficult part of labor for me because we needed to make it to one minute, 4-5 minutes apart for one hour. I was so happy when we finally hit that mark and the doctor told us we could go to the hospital!