Things got pretty intense around 1:30pm, but then I was so exhausted I took a nap. When I woke up, all was calm. No strong contractions, no nothing. Ok! So I proceeded on with my day and hung out with the family, catching up on housework here and there. I tried to jump start labor again by deep cleaning the upstairs bathrooms and vacuuming the top level of the house to no avail. Cinco was chilling.
Nighttime came and the hubby put the munchkins to bed. All was calm until around 11pm. I felt contractions again and decided I should watch the timing. Sure enough they were 11 minutes apart. I really felt it was "go time" now because these contractions were different; they were lower and towards my back so I put my body on high alert. I texted Auntie around 12:45am and asked if she was awake; she lives 5 minutes away so I knew she could come hep if needed. She got all excited and I warned - well it may not be tonight. I was feeling contractions this morning and they went away so don't get too excited. I decided that if the contractions got closer I would let her know.
I called her back at 1:15am.
The contractions were consistently coming at 5 minutes away now and lasting one minute so it was time to head to the hospital. I placed my backup call and told hubby lets get going. While I'm kissing the munchkins and whispering "Tomorrow you will have a little brother or sister." in their ears, I see hubby running back and forth between rooms. Guess who didn't have nair a bag packed and ready for the hospital!?!?! Nope. not me - the hubby. When I say nothing! He's running around grabbing stuff and I'm just looking with astonishment on my face. This is our THIRD child! I've been pregnant for 10 MONTHS and you are just now remembering that we may need X,Y and Z for the hospital? My bag has been packed and in the car for 2 weeks now - you watched me pack my bag! Why didnt you get your life right then!?!? Sigh.
My attitude was changing and I was not in the mood - yup I was getting ready for labor! ahahhahah
It was taking Auntie longer than usual to get to the house. I figured she got pulled over for speeding - I was right! ahahhahaha. Apparently she ran a red light trying to get to the house. Luckily the police officer believed her when she said she was coming to assist a friend in labor :-) One time for Smyrna PD. Literally as she pulled into the driveway, I handed her the keys and me and the hubby pulled out.
The drive was fine; the roads were empty. I was feeling good because I felt we had enough time to get to the hospital safely this time *flashback to 1/13/2011* We pulled up to the Women's Center and wouldn't you know it the parking lot/ drop off area is under construction. Minor panic, but no big deal we'll just park a little farther away - we have time. So we parked and I walked ever so slowly to the building, stopping twice to ride through contractions. We go to the front desk and I answer some questions. I think because I was so calm everyone else was calm. Nobody seemed to be in any sort of STAT readiness. hahaha.
We head up to the second floor. I'm still feeling good. The contractions are harder, but nothing to cry out about. I got to the labor desk and even joke with the lady , "This is our third baby we like coming here ahahha." This is going to be a smooth delivery.
Straight into triage and I strip down and hop on the table - still smiling and laughing. The nurse comes in and checks my cervix. 4cm and 70% effaced. Hmmmm not what I was thinking... or feeling for that matter. But ok if you say so! I go to the bathroom and weigh myself, because at this point I'm bored. 4cm could mean a long time to wait until 10cm. I was still feeling strong contractions, but she said 4cm, so apparently it was all in my head. I do design; she does babies. I'll take her word for it. I waddled my 195lb butt back to the triage room. What is taking so long!??! This is why I did not want to come to the hospital early - waiting. They asked if I wanted pain meds I said no.
Scratch that - YES! The contractions are coming strong and heavy now. Every 2 minutes apart. I feel like I can not catch my breath. I'm hitting my doggy stance rocking back and forth, hubby is rubbing my lower back, what the hell is happening?!!?! If this is 4 daggone centimeters - give me some drugs! It is way too early in the morning and I'm already exhausted. If I have to ride through contractions like this for another hour or so I am not gonna make it. This cannot be 4cm!
Newsflash - I'm going through tranistion. This is the worst part of labor. But I can't reconcile the 4cm and transition; they don't go together. Let me squat down and get into a more comfortable position. WOOSH - my water broke. Oh hell to da naw... I've been duped! 4cm?!?! You a lie! Now its time to panic because 1. Nobody is in the room and they all still think I'm damn 4cm and 2. Its GO TIME!
I'm yelling "My water broke!.. My water broke!. They're all calm ok.. "No big deal we'll get a wheelchair." There is blood and fluid all on the bed, my feet and hubby's feet. The Mosleys like to leave a mark! When that lady (she's just a regular old lady now because I don't think y'all know what you're doing... You can't be trusted. So, no nurse for you - just lady) comes into the room I look her square in the eye and say, "When I had my daughter she came 10 minutes after my water broke. We need to hurry up."
I don't know if it was the 10 minute warning or the look of death I gave that woman and everyone else that came into the room, but all of a sudden folks started snapping into action. Mind you, I'm still in the damn triage room. They hadn't even moved me to a delivery room yet. So I manage to slide into the wheelchair and this fool is asking me do I want my shoes on... what the hell!?!? shoes?? LADY - if you don't get me into a delivery room I swear I will hit you with this daggone shoe - just roll me damnit!
Down the hall we go. The cold air feels soooooooo good. I'm actually calm for a moment, which is nice. We enter the room and I say, "I need to go to the bathroom." She says, "Pee or Poop." "Pee." Fine. I go in. As soon as I hit that toilet I'm trying to poop - BIG NO NO... I start pushing. I don't know why she let me in there - rookie. I'm in an irrational state at this point all I want to do is get this baby out and you let me go to the bathroom? She comes rushing in - Hubby pulls me off the toilet. No baby in toilet today. I don't know why, but as I get off the toilet I reach back there and wouldn't you know it - a head! yup a head!
I look up still hunching over, literally trying to keep this baby in, and say, "This baby is coming now." I'm not screaming - I'm just putting y'all on notice. If you wanna roll with the Mosleys then you better come the hell on cuz this train is bound for delivery is T minus 5... 4... Everyone in the room screams NOOOO. Oh so now y'all are pressed?!? Why all the yelling you ask? Why in a room full of professional nurses can't I deliver this baby!?!? Well because THERE IS NO DOCTOR. These folks still have not called the doctor to my room yet! Well of course not - I was at 4cm. Hmph. What in the world!?!? So here I lay on the bed and they keep saying - dont' push. don't push. Has anybody got a hold of Dr. Whatsherface? Tell her mom is 100% complete. She's ready to deliver. The Doctor is not answering. WHAAAT!?!?! So I'm panicking. Somebody up in this camp is gonna put their nursing degree to use to-night!
I'm turn over on my side stare at hubby, grab onto the railing, and squeeze my legs closed. He's saying don't push. I'm saying don't push. Everybody's saying don't push!
Don't push. Don't push. Don't push. My body is telling me to push. Don't push. I'm pushing. This baby is coming. I swing my legs open and out pops a head into the nurse's hands - because the doctor still has not gotten into the room. One more push and we hear a cry :-)
It's A BOY!
On Monday, September 1, 2014 at 3:14am Kadir Lafayette Mosley arrived weighing 6lbs 15oz.
I worked hard on Labor Day, but Kadir came right on time - even if the doctor didn't! :-)
