As a lover of birth stories, I shake at the idea of recalling all the events that brought my first born into this world. What a wild ride it was, and no birth story I come up with will ever describe the events perfectly. The pain, the joy, the doubt, the excitement, will be in my heart forever. So, without further ado, here’s how our firstborn wanted to meet us…
Well, I’m going to give y’all the long story. I want to remember how everything went down for all my future munchkins, so bear with me if I go off on tangents or leave y’all on the fence ;)
My sister flew to Milwaukee the Sunday before our little man was born. She was planning to fly back to Texas on Thursday, and she was bound and determined to have this little boy make his appearance before she had to go back. Lydia (sister) kept me to that list of things you can do to get your labor going, so that meant a nice long walk was on Monday’s agenda (btw Monday was our technical due date).
I’m pretty sure we walked for at least 3 hours. We got donuts. Stared at a bunch of Anthropologie clothes I couldn’t fit into.
And it snowed.
Matt’s dreams of taking me to the hospital via sled were almost real.
And, waaaaiiiiitttt, back up. Let’s go to Saturday night. Matt and I had dinner with the couple I nanny-ed for (also, if you remember the dad went to grad school with Matt, so it was just hanging out with friends). We had chicken pot pie, we played games, and they sent us home with a whole extra chicken pot pie. Beautiful people. As Matt and I were getting into our car and driving away, something felt different. I told Matt on our drive home. I couldn’t explain it any more than different.
Sunday, we go to Mass in the morning. The whole time, things felt different. Matt tried to get me to explain it to him, but I couldn’t really say more than different. Maybe I just didn’t want to get my hopes up in case baby boy decided to wait two more weeks?
Reeeeeeeewind. Me, my sister, Monday morning, walking, snow. Got it.
Naturally following our list of labor inducing tactics, Lydia and I went to Mexican food for lunch. She forced me to order the spiciest things on the menu (I didn’t object), and we I gulped down about 7 little bowls of salsa. We promptly left for the grocery store where we bought, you guessed it, more chips and salsa to eat at home as a snack. We also bought pineapple because apparently it can help soften the cervix.
Next stop on that Monday was the gym… to keep walking. This time we’d be warm and on treadmills. And when we finished walking, my sister insisted I sit on one of those big bouncy balls. We sat in a little room at the gym bouncing on balls for at least an hour and a half.
The rest of the evening was pretty normal. We picked Matt up from school, ate a normal dinner, just hung out around our house, slept.
I remember at some point that Monday I went to the bathroom and noticed what could be the start of losing my mucus plug. And, looking back at texts I had with my doula, apparently I was experiencing some Braxton Hicks contractions.
Oh! And Matt was taking his Masters Qualifying Exam that day! I almost forgot! Yes. We picked him up from a long day of writing and theology and writing and more writing.
Tuesday it was back to walking with my sister! We walked at the lake. We walked at Buy Buy Baby. We walked at the mall. Spicy food. Pineapple.
I had an appointment that afternoon with my OB. She checked me and I was dilated between 2 and 3 centimeters and about 30% effaced. Of course, that doesn’t necessarily mean I was going to be going into labor anytime soon, and our doctor kindly reminded us of that. We also talked about getting a non-stress test at a week after our due date and the possibility of induction if baby boy held out two weeks after the due date.
That Tuesday tons of republican presidential candidates were in downtown Milwaukee putting on their own rallies because it was the day of the Wisconsin primaries. I wish we had realized that the candidates were doing stuff in the area sooner, so we could have watched all the crazies and the Donald in action. We did drive around downtown in the evening which was pretty fun. I think I may have been driving in front of Kasich and his fancy black suburban at some point.
In case you’re really concerned, I know I was losing more mucus plug on Tuesday.
We’ll go ahead and take a break, but more to come soon :)