I posted a birth story for DS1 21 months ago so I thought I should do the same for DS2, so this is the very long story of the birth of our second little boy on the 2nd October, it's been a while coming but life has really been quite busy with 2 under 2!!
I had been having all sorts of pre labour for about 3 weeks, having runs of regular and uncomfortable contractions that would get to about 8 mins apart for a few hours then fizzle out, so I had resigned myself to going well and truly over my ‘due date’.
On my due date, which was wednesday the 1st, we had the lovely task of driving the 40 mins each way to drop off DH’s work ute which they’d forgotten to mention on the friday which was his last day, that they wanted him to leave it there. So at about 8am we got up and got moving. I really struggled with back pain while driving there, to the point I found some panadol and was nearly in tears, but that was all. While out we stopped into my SIL’s work because it’s just around the corner from DH’s work. Her boss was astounded that I was out and about on my due date and kept asking when I was going to be induced. I just smiled and said he’ll come when he’s good and ready, there’s plenty of time yet!!
I also decided it might be nice to stop at the local bakery near home and grab some lunch to eat at the park. It was a lovely day and we had such a nice time, DH and DS1 kicked the footy around (or DS1 threw and DH kicked!) and we just lay in the shade on a pick nick blanket and just enjoyed doing nothing.
Then I had my moment of madness when I got home and decided that it would be a good idea to make a slow cooked lasagne from scratch for dinner, so put that in the oven to cook for 4 hours while I dozed on the couch, DH played FIFA and DS1 slept. The rest of the arvo was pretty lazy and we just relaxed at home as much as possible, until we ate the best lasagne, garlic bread and salad that I have made in a long time!!
That night we remembered to take our weekly belly picture, which we had been doing late quite a bit, but I insisted we do it that night. We also took a picture from behind and the side, quite funny as you really couldn’t tell I was pregnant from the back I then tidied the house up before heading to bed about 9.30 ish. DH came to bed at about 10.30 to watch TV and I still hadn’t been able to sleep. No real contractions, just a sore back and couldn’t get comfy, needed to pee. It was also a really stormy hot night with thunder and lightening that had woken DS1 up a few times but thankfully he had gone straight back to sleep.
I think that I had last gotten up to pee about 11.30 before dozing off, then at about midnight I woke thinking I was peeing, then stood up and wasn’t sure if my waters had broken or I had peed myself! I was wearing a liner so only a small amount actually leaked out. DH laughed at me as he got me a towel and I hobbled off to the toilet, saying that he thought I’d peed myself and how funny that was. I went to the toilet and put on a maternity pad on while fluid still trickled out, yet I still wasn’t convinced. I came back into the bedroom and DH asked me what I was planning on doing and in my fog of a brain moment I just said I’ll go to bed and see what happens. So I laid down and more fluid trickled out. Finally I think my brain kicked in the and I realised it was probably a good idea to at least ring the Birth Centre. So I got up and bounced on the fit ball while I waited for the midwife from my team to ring me back, in which time much more fluid gushed out with each bounce and I had one contraction. By the time she rang me I was sure that my waters had gone and that things were going to slowly start. After speaking with the midwife it was decided I would go back to bed and try and relax as much as possible, and either ring back if things intensified or call at about 8am if nothing had happened to arrange going in for a check.
So I put on my TENS then told DH to sleep and tried to myself. Well he managed to go straight off to sleep and was snoring like a freight train! And I couldn’t sleep funnily enough! I think that it had finally hit me that this was happening. I also messaged my mum to ask if she was able to come over in the morning if she didn’t hear from us before (they live across the road so don’t need a lot of warning!), and she told me that DS1 was going to need to go with her to meetings all day but that wasn’t a problem. So after tossing and turning for about 20 mins I decided to get up and pack some food in a lunch box for DS1 as the best way to keep him quiet is to just keep feeding him snacks. So there I was, standing in the kitchen at about 1 am with a towel between my legs catching the drips that weren’t caught in the pad, making vegemite sandwiches, crackers and cheese sticks, and having increasing contractions. A bit different from the first baby!!
I went back to bed and managed to toss and turn and rest as much as possible until about 3 am when I decided to get up and move about. I was also having really frequent loose stools (TMI!!) which was really uncomfortable. At this point contractions were anywhere from 5-7 mins apart, but getting more like 5 minutely and getting stronger in intensity. At 3.30 I had to wake DH as I couldn’t manage on my own anymore. He was quite hilarious and out of it when I woke him, and looked blankly at me and sat bolt upright asking me ‘what’, then about 3 seconds later he woke up properly and said sorry. My DH is wonderful while I am in labour, knows how to get me to re focus, reminds me that each one is doing a job and that I won’t have to repeat that one and that it was getting me one step closer to meeting this baby. I rang the birth centre and by the time they rang me back it was just after 4. At this point my contractions were between 4-6 mins apart and getting really strong and taking a lot to focus through them.
When I spoke with the midwife, we decided it was a good idea for me to come in as at that time of the morning it was going to take us about an hour to get in but if we waited to much longer, we would catch traffic and it would take us an hour and a half or longer. The midwife for my team was at the main hospital with another woman so she said she would ring the backup and she would meet us at the Birth Centre in about an hour. I rang mum and she was over in about 5 mins and we finished packing the bags. We left at about 4.30.