Now that we’re home and in the swing of things, I can sit down and write out our story. As you know Sadie was a little less than 2 weeks early. She was full term, so it wasn’t a concern, but we certainly weren’t expecting her just yet!!
On Friday, I was on my way to work as usual. I had planned to work until my due date (May 10), so this morning was like no other. I was in Grand Central Station, walking from the 6 train to the Shuttle, when I had a small coughing fit, leftover from the wicked cold I had last week. Well with the last cough, my water broke! Yes, I coughed my water into breaking in Grand Central Station. Crazy, right? Now I know that birth stories aren’t everyone’s cup of tea, so if you want to read the rest, continue after the jump. Warning, it’s long!
My first reaction to my water breaking was, “Oh shit”. Not kidding. I didn’t know what to do! Should I go upstairs? Get on the Shuttle and head to work? I think I paced back and forth for a good minute, before I realized I was already on the east side of the city, where my doctor and hospital are located, so it was smarter to stay put instead of venturing to the west side where my office is.
Luckily, Dave had decided to go into work a bit late, due to him being a little tired from his birthday the night before. I called him and let him know that my water had broke, and he needed to get my car, and start heading into the city. I don’t think he really comprehended what I was saying for a good minute or so! As I was on the phone with him I figured that I should probably hit up a bathroom just to really confirm that my water had indeed broke. I’m not sure what else I thought it would be (because I knew it wasn’t pee), but better safe than sorry? I told Dave I’d call him right back, waddled my way to the bathroom, thighs pressed together, and confirmed that yes, my water had broke.
Side note – thank the lord I was wearing black leggings on Friday. No one could tell what was going on if they looked at me!
I called Dave back, told him that all systems were go, and went upstairs to the outside world and called my doctor’s office. The admin on staff cracked me up when she asked if I was sure my water had broke. My response? “Well my thighs are soaked, so yeah I’m pretty sure!” She asked if I was going to go home and change, and when I told her no, I live in the Bronx so that wasn’t a possibility, but I could kill time at my office if needed, she said she’d call me right back after speaking to the doctor. They wanted to check if I should go to their office first, or straight to the hospital. Standing in the doorway of a building on 5th Avenue while trying not to A) panic and B) let anyone else see what was going on was SO much fun, let me tell you. But after a few minutes I got the call back and was told to proceed directly to the hospital. I flagged down a cab, and was there in no time, awkwardly sitting in the seat sideways, so I wouldn’t get the cab’s seat wet. (I’m so thoughtful.)
At the hospital, the wait for the elevators was EXCRUCIATING! And by this time, sorry this is totally TMI, I was wet down to my ankles. Dripping wet. So disgusting. I made it up to the admitting floor and told the nurses I had broke my water, and then was told I needed to register. They brought me to this little office and wanted me to sit in a chair and fill out paperwork! Now I had no problem filling out the paperwork, especially since I didn’t have any labor pains yet, but really? Sit in a chair in this woman’s office? They wound up bringing me a blanket to sit on. Uchhh. After the paperwork was done I was brought to my room and waited for both Dave to arrive, and a nurse to come in so I could get a gown or something. My pants – went straight in the trash. SO. GROSS. A word to the wise ladies – no one tells you that when your water breaks, it’s not like the movies where it’s just one gush and you’re done. It. Keeps. Coming. For HOURS. No lie.
Soon after Dave arrived, and we made the necessary phone calls to family members and close friends letting them know I was in labor, but not to post anything to Facebook just yet. We didn’t want to be inundated with phone calls/messages/etc until the baby was actually born. My mom happened to have been in the city that morning, so she came by as soon as she could to hang out with us.
I was put on a pitocin drip pretty quickly, since I didn’t have any real labor signs, and within a few hours, my contractions had picked up and I was in pain. Time for the epidural! Let me tell you – I give women who want to go at childbirth naturally all the props in the world – I knew it wasn’t for me. I’m a wuss, and I do not deal with pain well at all. After the epidural had been administered (which terrified the f*ck out of me – the attending did a great job though), it was like a party! Dave would be looking at the monitor, telling me “Wow, that was a big one!” (contraction) and I wouldn’t have felt a thing. Woo hoo! This went on for a few hours, and my mom went home for a bit to change, and then come back later with my dad. My doctor had said that the baby wouldn’t be born until late night, so there was no reason for her to stay the whole time as it was. Plus I was stuck at around 3cm for a while, so it’s not like I was progressing fast or anything.
Well fast forward to about 7:30 that night – my parents are out getting dinner and Dave is trying to catch a nap on a cot that was in the room. Almost out of no where, the pressure I was feeling was insanely intense. Breathing through the pain wasn’t helping, and it was when the tears came that I woke Dave up, and asked for the nurse to come in. When she checked me – I was suddenly 9cm and pretty much ready to push! I had to wait a little bit more until I was 10cm, but then it was go time. Dave called my parents to tell them not to just walk into the room haha, and when they got back, they quickly said hi, gave me their love and went to hang out in the waiting area.
Without going into major details about the actual labor, I will say that even with an epidural, pushing SUCKS. And the last 3-4 pushes is where I lost it – I’m not sure what noises were coming out of my mouth! But after only a half an hour of pushing (I was told that half an hour is super fast for a first pregnancy), Sadie was here! I couldn’t believe it. This little creature who had been hiccuping inside of me for the last few months and kicking me like crazy whenever I ate spicy food was finally a tangible, real person. So crazy!!
It’s weird when people ask how long I was in labor for, I don’t know what to say! I was technically in “labor” for about 12 hours – from time of admittance to the hospital, to when I delivered. But I was only really in true “labor” for maybe an hour or so?
But now, we’re home, and the baby girl is amazing. It’s strange having my world revolved around someone else, but it’s a nice, new normal we’re getting used to.
I’m not sure if anyone would have any questions about my pregnancy/labor story, but if you do, please don’t hesitate to ask. I only chose not to go into graphic detail on my blog because I didn’t think it was necessary.