Check part one of this story here :)
Wednesday morning I woke up in the early morning, maybe 5 or 6am (?), to some semi-consistent contractions. It seemed like they were happening every 15 minutes and lasting around 30 seconds. They were basically like mild period cramps and not difficult to deal with at all. I think I was just more shocked/excited at the consistency… will baby boy be coming?!
Tangent. Matt was really sad our first child was going to have to say he was born in Wisconsin, so we had Lydia bring us some Texas dirt. At least we could say “he was born over Texas soil”. She also got him that cute hat at the airport. Tangent done.
Alas, those contractions fizzled out. But, that did not stop me from eating more salsa, and it did not stop Lydia from taking me on a walk. We did end up getting some mini-donuts from a fun place down the street, and Lydia insisted I buy one of those big bouncy balls to use at home.
Later in the day, contractions picked backed up and late into the night I was getting them every 6 minutes or so. I had been texting my doula all week with updates, but especially this night she encouraged me to continue to get rest while I could. If I did not need to move through the contractions, I should sleep as much as possible. So, I tried!
Thursday I awoke to some similar contractions as I did Wednesday. Mild, every 15 minutes or so. Apparently, they slowed down from the previous night which was slightly discouraging and of course I wanted to do s o m e t h i n g to speed them up! Matt was awake and didn’t need to work on school things and Lydia was asleep, so Matt and I went on a nice long walk. Like, the kind of walk Matt considered to be a “work out” for himself.
I did it as an about to pop pregnant woman.
It was really nice. We walked to Colectivo to get some coffee and muffins, and we sipped on our hot lattes while zigzagging through the neighborhood. I remember swinging in a park at some point. We went to a bookstore and slowly perused the aisles. We went to the grocery store and Matt bought me more pineapple. I guess that was basically our last date before little man made his arrival.
For the whole walk contractions were still hanging around. I was mostly able to keep walking through them, but it was a more slow, kind of stiff walk.
When we made it back to our house, Lydia was awake. She was excited to hear I was still having contractions. (Basically, every time during the week I felt a BH or some kind of contraction, she would ask if I thought the baby was coming. She was so eager!)
Matt, Lydia, and I just hung around our house most of the afternoon. I kept bouncing on that dang ball while Lydia and Matt went back and forth playing guitar. It sure is nice having musicians in the family. Contractions did seem to be picking up their pace throughout the afternoon, but just because it started to seem like I was really in early labor, Lydia had to pack up to leave (she had to be in Texas on Friday for a doctor appointment, boo).
Lydia needed to be dropped off at the airport around 4pm. On our way, we stopped for more mini donuts because there’s nothing like them in Texas. Looking back at my texts to Gwen (doula), I texted her around 5pm saying my contractions were lasting about 60-70 seconds every 5 minutes and had been that way for a little over an hour. I do remember the car ride to the airport being a little rough, and the car ride back home from the airport being even rougher. It’s hard to get comfy in a car.
Okay, okay, okay.
Things are really about to start picking up in this birth story (FOR REAL!), but I think I need to cut this off and make a part three! Part two has proved itself to be somewhat boring… I just needed to write it down for my memories :)
Part 3 to come soon!