Tuesday, May 28, 2013
And Then There Was Reign
A day after our short mountain adventure, early labor in earnest. The Man convinces me to head northerly toward the W.H.O. hospital I loved so much with E's birth, so we do (it's a 35 minute drive without traffic). And my labor all but stops. We had a nice morning date, bit of coffee, breakfast, walking, then visiting dear friends' house to attempt to relax, and lots of laughing. But I wasn't getting much action in the labor ing department. I decided I'd take my friend up on her offer of castor oil. We'd done everything else as far as self-induction (spiciest foods, slippery elm, hiking/elevation change, walking-walking-walking, and even the old standby wives tale which incidentally works best with a "hat trick" of specific activity ;). I figured a tablespoon would either kick this labor into gear for real, or simply send me to the bathroom. After a phone call to the doc, some deliberation and discussion, we decided to head back home.
I got to nap, Grandma kept the Littles at bay for me, and pressure waves were intermittent. Between 3-3:45 labor started in earnest, and I phone The Man to retrieve me and head back toward hospital. We embarked the vehicle and began The Drive.
Contractions (a.k.a pressure waves) were ~5' apart, 30 miles to travel, at 4pm on one of the busiest surface streets in the area. It.was.harrowing. The Man asked me at one point, "should I be breaking traffic laws?" My answer, "if you can safely, then do it." I didn't know what stage I was truly in, 'cause the other two babies came after doses of pitocin. So, he's breaking traffic laws, not running lights (yet), and probably pissing many people off---until they look into the car, there's no way to miss The Belly and a woman clearly focusing intently. "No, pushing!" he says over and over. And finally we're almost there, we can see the hospital!
"Oh, my god, there's a wreck."
A big wreck, over the entire 3 lane highway, it's completely blocked, they're turning people around. "$%^#!" we pull up to a policewoman, she tells us we have to take another route, her only other option is an ambulance. We drive back the 2 miles to the previous intersection, angling around the line of traffic, surely 'causing everyone to question the sanity of Texans (mom's plates). The officer at this intersection calls for assistance immediately after The Man screams, "MY WIFE IS HAVING A BABY!!" He then escorts us back to the accident, and through it, this being the shortest most direct route. Blessings on that motorcyclist and the involved vehicle, and that officer.
We arrive safely at hospital, fully engaged in active labor, though things had slowed a bit, and I hear them call up to the L&D floor, "You have a 'mul-tip' on her way up in active labor." As it turns out "mul-tips" are mommas who've had multiple births, and it's expected that delivery will be fast it immediately puts nurses on alert. Though I'd said many times this pregnancy that it's not like the movies, this experience most certainly was more film worthy than any other! Rushing in a wheel chair through the hospital, contracting all the way.
Upon arrival and settling in there was a period of slight calm, and then pretty standard labor. I asked them to leave me unhooked so I could move freely from bed, to ball, to rocker, to tub, to rocker, to bed. The superb nurses only monitored me when necessary. After a second dilation check, it got really Real, real fast. From 6 to 10 cm and begging (loudly) to push in 18 minutes. They didn't even put monitors back on for pushing. I got to do it old school, by feel. It. was. magnificent.
And so, after such an adventure, baby boy Reign Calum arrived. We are so glad you've come!