I write this the eve before their first birthday (posted 2 months later), how did that happen so fast? Here goes, and sorry, but I’m pretty blunt and won’t be sugarcoating much of the gory details–you’ve been warned. It was a dark and stormy night. Just kidding, it wasn’t really, although the weather had been lovely and chilly and we had firewood on the ready. I always thought I would embrace every aspect of pregnancy and wouldn’t be one who complained. That was until I began having severe heartburn at just ten weeks that only increased and worsened throughout my pregnancy. That was my only real big complaint. Because of this, I had been sleeping upright on the couch for about 6 weeks or so. I could no longer sleep in bed. I was FORTY WEEKS AND FIVE DAYS on Friday, December 2nd, so over it and getting desperate. My husband was going to possibly be starting a 6-week job that he could not miss and the thought of him missing their birth had me in tears.
Friday, December 2nd, 10:56 am
Me to Dr. Stu via text: “So, I’m in tears. Richie has a potential six-week driving job that would start Monday, he should know for sure at the end of today. What if he misses the birth? (sad face emoji) if nothing is happening today should we do another sweep? Any other suggestions to get them moving?”
Dr. Stu’s reply: “I have no definitive answer for you. Yes. I can do another sweep. You always have the option of hospital induction. I know that sucks but it has to be considered in the mix.”
Me: “Okay, thanks. Induction is out of the question. Will keep working on things and trust.”
So I decided to try an “induction smoothie” that a little birdie had told me about. It consisted of almond butter, apricot nectar, castor oil (not a lot) and lemon verbena. I tried it thinking honestly that it wouldn’t work. I found out weeks later that my doctor was not too thrilled with my choice, or maybe more so not too thrilled with my choice not to tell him. Oops, sorry! But I really honestly didn’t think it would work. It was more of a last-ditch effort to say I did what I could do. I drank the smoothie around 5 pm that day, Friday the 2nd. We had a nice hearty meal that night. My mom who had been staying with us for 3 weeks already in anticipation that I would deliver early because I was carrying twins, made a delicious shepherd’s pie. I even posted on social media about that meal hopefully being my “last supper” before I went into labor.
Me to Stu: “This probably means nothing but in the last couple of hours or so my cervical fluid has been clear like egg whites, twice when I’ve wiped, a decent amount. Having minor period type cramps.”
Stu: “Good. Hopeful. Any blood?”
Me: “Not fresh”
Stu: “Maybe leaking water. We will see.”
Me: “Wouldn’t it be making my undies wet if I was leaking water?”
Stu: “Depends on if leaking or actually ruptured. But with a low head sometimes it can trickle. Just rest. Drink. Eat. And be merry.”
Me: “Been having lots of water, about to have a glass of wine and shepherd’s pie with the fam.”
We all finally went to bed around 11 pm and I figured, well, that smoothie was stupid, it didn’t do anything. I fell asleep in my little nest on the couch, upright of course, only to wake a couple of hours later.
Saturday, December 3rd, 2:33 am
Me to Stu: “I’m having contractions about 4 minutes apart, lasting 45 seconds to a minute. They’re somewhat intense but for now, I’m managing them on my own (Richie and my mom are sleeping). It sort of comes up from below and wraps around my belly and low back.”
Stu: “Any bloody show or more leakage?”
Me: “No blood, hard to tell about leakage, I have to pee pretty often.”
Stu: “Ok. Babies moving some?
Me: “A little.”
Stu: “Ok. This is great. How long have they been every 4?”
Me: “I think for about 45 minutes. Now they’re a little more like 3 minutes, but they’re still manageable.”
Stu: “Ok. If they stay that way for another hour or two or if you see bloody show sooner then let me know. Try to rest in between. Keep hydrated.”
Me: “I’m using a tracker but it doesn’t say when I started. Ok.”
Stu: “See you soon. Yay!”
Me: “They seem to be getting closer together will keep you posted.”
Stu: “That’s what should happen.”
Me: “But again, still manageable on my own for now.”
Me: “They’re definitely getting intensely stronger and closer, about 2.5 minutes apart.”
Stu: “Ok. I’ll mobilize everyone. See you in a bit.”
Me: “I’m nervous it will be a false alarm and you come all this way.”
Stu: “Not to worry. Clear your mind. Still no blood?”
Me: “Yep, just wiped fresh blood!”
Stu: “Okay, see you in a bit. ETA 4:10.”
At this point, I could no longer quietly labor on my own and Richie and my mom had woken up to my moans. I had also contacted my friend Hillary who has had 4 babies of her own but had never witnessed a birth and asked if she could be there. I adore her, so of course, I didn’t mind. She came over right away. Next on the call list was my friend Claire who would be my photographer for the big event and my dear friend Katie who is studying to be a midwife and asked if she could attend. I was more than happy to have these women by my side as extra support.
Stu and his team, Beth, Blyss, and Catalina arrived right around 4 am. They got the birth tub started right away. I labored in my bathroom in the meantime, the only renovated room in the house, hence my favorite room in the house. Things seemed so intense so fast that I thought for sure I would be pushing these little ones out in no time. But alas, that was not their plan. Before I knew it the sun was coming up and I was still laboring away in the birth tub that was set up in the dining room. Thank God for warm water and a birth tub by the way, what a difference it makes!