Friday, October 16, 2009
If you remember I woke up on October 9th and wrote this, just waiting and hoping that "today was the day". Then of course I did go to the midwife and was told, "nope, not in labor." That is when I gave this update. Well that is where I left off, but I have so much more to tell.
On the way home from the hospital that morning and after having yet another non-stress test, Erin texted me to wish me luck and I believe my response was somber and full of frustration. There I was 6 days late, having false labor for 4 days and yet being sent home. I tried to stay calm and strong but deep down I was so very upset. At this point I wanted my body to cooperate and give me what I had been waiting for, my miracle baby.
Once I got home, I had a flood of emails from Beth and Steph telling me that I had no choice, they were on their way over. Soon after that I read on Twitter that they literally had a caravan heading my way. Soon I found out not only were Beth and Steph coming, but my other favorite girls Erin, Sarah and Arianne were coming for the "put CE into labor party".
I'm not going to lie, I was just about to take castor oil when i found out they were on their way. thank goodness I didn't! I would have been a party pooper!
So while I read all the twitter love from my girls and other wonderful online friends I slowly began to have timeable contractions 4 minutes apart, lasting a minute. My heart was pounding knowing that today was going to be the day.
As I walked around the house, Mr. CE kept asking if I was able to breathe through them. You see, the midwife told us not to call or go to the hospital until I was unable to breathe or talk through them. Instead he kept reminding me from the kitchen to do my pelvic tilts. (I think I tweeted that too). Down to my knees I went and with each contraction I would picture my baby descending down. I would picture the moment I would hear her first cry. It was those thoughts that got me through every contraction.
I'm not sure what time it was, but all my girls showed up at my door. To their surprise, they didn't have to help get me in labor. Little did they know, they were soon to become my coaches, my labor coaches.
We all sat there, eating our jimmy johns and coldstone creamery cupcakes. Magic food they say...I think they may be right. I would have contractions, hand my sandwich to Beth and sway back and forth, and they continue to eat. There they all sat, talked and watched me labor. They soon became my rocks, they may not realize how important they were to keep me calm, but they were my rocks. All my pretty little rocks...
Soon the contractions picked up. Erin was timing them on her iphone, Steph was taking video, Arianne was helping me sway to (what the hell music where you listening too anyways??), Beth was with her camera and sweet Sarah was was cheering me on. All my ladies, rocks and who knew? My labor coaches...
There we all gathered in a circle, swaying, laughing, moaning, breathing. I remember having a contraction, being done and then popping back up to the activities around me. They were getting stronger but I was in such good company, the contractions were totally tolerable. I was calm. My body did the work, just like it was supposed to. At this moment I remember thanking my body for allowing me to carry my healthy baby.
Thank you, thank you.
Soon it was time to call my midwife. The contractions were 3-4 minutes and 55 seconds long. It was at this point I was breathing and moaning at a much lower tone (or so I was told). Almost grunting as one of my ladies pointed out.
The call was made. The verdict? Leave for the hospital now.
"well this is it" is all I could think of. "this is it"
I remember everyone packing up their things. I remember my husband started to have his own version of "Mr. CE panic".
After a week of hoping to go into labor, there I was surrounded with so much love and friendship and it was so very beautiful. It truly was a labor of love.
Beth wrote about this day here
Erin's words about it here
and to my pretty little "rocks"...
Thank you from the bottom of my heart for every little thing you all did for me not only during this labor of love, but through out my entire pregnancy. Eden Elise is so very blessed to have such wonderful Aunts who love her. I love each one of you so very much.
Thank you just doesn't seen enough,