When I wrote my 38 week recap one week ago on Monday and published it, I had no idea that that would also be the day my little one was born. I had finished my last day of work the Friday before, and my husband and I spent the weekend together completing all final, last minute preparations for our baby’s arrival. On Saturday night, March 1st, we went out to dinner fully anticipating that that would probably be the last time we would be going out to dinner, just the two of us, for a long time. We had Chinese because, hey, I heard a wive’s tale that Chinese food helps induce labor!!! It was a very special evening that I will always remember.
What a fortuitous fortune, no?
On Sunday (the next day) I was feeling pretty uncomfortable all day. I just felt really full and lots of pressure. I went to bed that night and tossed and turned all night. My husband was concerned I was about to go into labor, but I didn’t think so. I figured it was just general end-of-pregnancy discomfort. Still, that night convinced me I definitely would not be returning to work on Monday, and good thing I didn’t because the next day, when I would have been in class, my water broke!
Taken a few hours before my water broke:
I was lying on my couch (ironically watching 16 and Pregnant) when my husband called to check in. At the same time, I decided to get up to go to the bathroom. As soon as I stood up, I felt the famous “gush” that can only mean your water breaks! Since I was on the phone already with my husband, I told him what happened. Needless to say, he thought I was joking at first– I actually was kind of laughing about it since I couldn’t believe it happened! Once he realized I was serious, he started to research trains he could take home (he was in Boston). Of course, the train he wanted to take was cancelled due to snow in Washington D.C. and he wouldn’t be able to get back to Rhode Island until nearly 3 hours later! I called my doc who told me to head immediately to the hospital since having your water break means you have a higher risk of infection. I decided the best option would be to drive myself over to the hospital since I felt totally fine, and have my husband meet me there!
So I grabbed my bags and loaded up the car!
I was at the hospital by 12:30 P.M. and checked in. Long story short, I has monitored for nearly four hours (my husband did make it around 2:30!) and was experiencing no signs of labor or contractions. I actually felt great for a good few hours until they induced contractions.
I even enjoyed a veggie burger dinner in great spirits!
They decided to give me some pill to jump start the dilation and effacement process. By 4:30, my first contractions began!
Over the next four or five hours, my contractions steadily got worse and worse. I dilated fairly quickly, and before I knew it, I was being offered an epidural when I was about 5 cm. They didn’t have to ask me twice– I was in so much pain with each contraction that I needed relief asap! I was wheeled into the delivery room, given the epidural and basically felt relief instantly. While we waited for me to get to 10 cm, my husband and I watched Mad Men on his I Pad! Finally, at around 11:15, the doctor said it was time to push!
I probably pushed for about twenty minutes before baby Aria made her debut. It was a very calm experience, with just a doctor, a nurse and my husband in the room. Thanks to the epidural, I was very aware of what was happening but felt no pain. That was exactly how I wanted it! Meeting my little girl and seeing her for the first time was truly the best moment of my life so far.
I stayed at the hospital for two nights and one full day. Basically, since she was born at 11:46 at night, I had a shorter stay than if she was born after midnight, which would mean I could stay an extra night. I was very happy to have a shorter stay– while the hospital experience wasn’t bad, it was a hospital after all! With the constant stream of nurses in and out, various tests performed on me and the baby, and lots of family in a too small room, at times I felt a little claustrophobic. Going home was welcomed! I also felt pretty good over the next few days, so I was so looking forward to going home and starting my new journey.
Ready to go home!
Her first time entering her new digs!
I think I will next write a recap of my first week as a mom– let’s just say other than the sleep deprivation, it has been pure joy! I love this little face so much!!!