My pregnancy had progressed with literally no issues. I had visited the chiropractor regularly until it wasn't going to do any good any more due to ligaments being so loose and I contribute that to how good my legs, back and hips were feeling.
I had talked to my doctor about inducing me early due to my quick progression once my water breaks. My greatest fear is having a baby at home while I ask Devynee to call 911 and try to not scar my two youngest for life. My doctor agreed to induce, and put me on the schedule for Wednesday, September 28th. I was due on Friday, September 30th, so this wasn't very early, but I figured that if things started progressing, I would just ask to get it moved up.
As it turned out, I did have some rather intense contractions that week, but nothing with regularity. When the doctor checked me at my appointment on Tuesday, I was dilated to a 3, which was good news to me.
I called the hospital at 6:30 a.m. on Wednesday and got the approval to come on in. Ronnie and I made it to the hospital at 7:30 a.m. (Ron's parents had flown in the night before and didn't get to our house until close to 2 a.m. so the morning was a whirlwind of instructions and map drawing). I was in a bed close to 8 a.m. and was immediately started on antibiotics and the cervical gel stuff (I was GBS+). After an hour in bed, I was allowed to get up and walk. It felt so good, as the gel had started regular contractions and I hate laying in bed through them.
Ron and I walked and walked and walked until I had to be monitored or started on a new dose of medicine (20 minutes out of every hour). My doctor this time was fairly cautious and given how quickly things go once my water is broken, wanted all of the antibiotics in my body before he did that.
At 2:15 p.m. the doctor checked me (I had made it to a 6) and then broke my water. Immediately, the contractions intensified. As usual, most of my pain was in my back and I had Ron apply counter pressure this time which made it so much better since they wouldn't let me out of bed for the first 20 minutes after my water was broken. By the time that 20 minutes had passed, I couldn't have moved if I wanted to. At 2:50 I knew it was time to start pushing and they called in the doctor and the delivery set up. I resisted pushing through one contraction while they got all of that done and then pushed three times to have a beautiful baby GIRL! It was 2:59 p.m.
She surprised me as I really thought she was a boy this entire pregnancy (but I have been wrong before). She was healthy, crying and looked just like she belonged in our family. My brother in law joked this time that we should just send the exact same newborn picture with every kid since they all look the same anyway.
We were able to do skin to skin while all of that other afterbirth stuff was going on. After we were a little more settled, she nursed like a champ, and we got all cleaned up and ready to move rooms. She was finally measured and weighed (she hadn't left my arms this entire time) and was 19 inches long and 7 lbs. 8 oz.
After a bit of deliberation, we determined she was Hallee (pronounced like Halle Berry) Marie. We are so happy she has joined our family and the kids were all thrilled to meet her that evening. In fact, this was the first time that the previous youngest kid (Brynlee this time) was NOT interested in me at all when she came to the hospital, but just wanted to hold the baby.
Other birth stories:
Easton
Kendree
Devynee
Brynlee
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