Just 8 weeks before my due date, my hubby started a new job. Part of the 7 week training period included time in Chicago...up to 11 days before my due date. It made me nervous, but the new job was an opportunity he had been waiting for and I had no choice but to be supportive.
My parents were supportive, too. They decided that for the three weeks that Chris would be in Chicago, they would come stay with me. They would do the shoveling, walk the dog, and do other things that had become challenging at the end of my 3rd trimester. I continued to work full time, but would often come home to a healthy, home cooked meal and a relaxed dog who had been on far too many walks. My parents also helped me with projects around the house, like assembling baby swings and putting up shelves. It was so wonderful to have them here.
On the final week of their visit, my mom and I worked to finish Ivy's nursery. I started to get false labor pains on Tuesday night and barely slept, but they stopped on their own. Again, contractions on Thursday evening started to make me nervous. They were stronger than Tuesday, and didn't stop overnight. I called the nurse triage line to discuss what I should do, and the nurse decided that it made sense for me to go about my day unless my contractions got stronger and closer together. I downloaded a contraction timer app on my phone and got ready for work.
I worked all day on Friday, timing contractions during classes and trying my best to relax in between. I got materials ready for my sub to start a full week early, just in case. I texted Chris to let him know that we might be going to the hospital when he arrived home that afternoon. My parents decided to stick around.
Chris and I both had doctor appointments at 3:15...his for a lingering snowboarding injury, mine for my weekly prenatal appointment. When I arrived, I showed my contraction log to my doctor and she checked my cervix...I was dilated and indeed had been in labor all day! Chris had to get fluid drained from his knee without any sort of anesthesia due to the circumstances, and we were on our way!
I spent a long time in triage, getting more and more uncomfortable as contractions got stronger and closer together. When a room opened up in labor & delivery, I was given a beautiful dose of some kind of morphine and put into a nice hot bath. Those blissful hours were my favorite part of the whole experience. I could breathe through the contractions and was as relaxed as I would be for hours to come.
Transition was awful and painful beyond what I could have imagined. While I wasn't dead set against an epidural, I had hoped to avoid it. After I was hooked up to the epidural on my request, I was able to take a short nap. When I woke up around 7 am, it was time to push. I felt intense pressure on my tailbone, but started the pushing without pain. That changed, as I worked as hard as I could to push her out for nearly three hours! I don't have vivid memories from this time, other than the fact that I tried to bite Chris's hand, I was upset that the hospital doctor (not mine) was sitting on the couch on his phone, totally disengaged, and that my doctor, the labor & delivery nurse, and Chris were all amazing and encouraging even when I thought I couldn't keep going.
I found out later that some of the issue was that my water had not broken and the sack was in the way and quite strong. Once they broke my water, it was still in the way and wrapped over her head. She was born with much of the sack around her. She also had the umbilical cord wrapped around her neck...but she had a freakishly long umbilical cord and it was no problem to free her from it.
When I felt Ivy's arrival, she was placed directly on my chest for a short moment before they took her back to clean her and check her APGAR. It was an experience unlike any other in my life. I was in pain, exhausted, emotional, and suddenly in love with the tiniest human being I've ever held.
She was only 6 lbs 4 oz.