Isla Sue

Isla Sue Webb

born September 11, 2014

7:18 pm

6 pounds 15 ounces

20 inches long

My due date came and went on Sunday the 7th. I was fine that I went overdue, but it also worried me knowing that the longer I went the more likely I was to have to be induced or schedule a c-section. I had my membranes stripped on Tuesday, my friend rubbed some pressure points on my feet on Wednesday, I went to the zoo, and all of us rode our scooters around our neighborhood. I vacuumed and kind of felt like this was the night. I had felt that way before though, so I didn't mention it and we went to bed.

Around 1:00 I woke up having a contraction. Up until this point I had had a lot of pretty serious Braxton Hicks contractions but this was my first really painful one. I was a little surprised, a little excited, and then went back to sleep. By 1:30 I was having many more and they were painful enough that I wasn't able to go back to sleep. I started timing them and they were about 7-12 minutes apart. This lasted for several hours, so I woke Marcus and told him I though I was in the beginning part of labor. He said 'huh' and went back to sleep. In the morning he didn't remember I had even woken him. At 6:00 am I woke up with such an intense one that went into my back. I realized though that nearly 20 minutes had passed since my last contraction (which is why I had fallen asleep) and I worried things were stopping. For the next three hours I had horrible cramping and back labor but it was much less frequent. I called my mom and told her what was happening. I started crying because I thought I had been in labor but wasn't anymore. I told her I felt so sick and not at all like myself. She said she was coming out.  (It was now 9:00.)

By 10:30 the contractions were back to every five minutes and they were both in my back and front. They stayed every five minutes for another hour and Marcus said maybe we should go to the hospital. I told him he should just go to work and I would call him when it was time. I have no idea why but I was convinced it was going to stop or else it would be awhile before we should go to the hospital, and that Marcus should just go into work.  By noon they were about four minutes apart and lasting almost a minute each. I was in some serious pain but still wasn't sure when we were supposed to go to the hospital. My mom was telling us we needed to go, and I was in so much pain and knew the hospital was a little over 30 minutes away, so I told Marcus maybe we better go. He hurried and made the beds and I watered the pot on the front porch.

As we drove to the hospital I started crying.  Marcus asked what was wrong and I told him I was just so sad for Asher.  My whole pregnancy I never worried about how I could ever love another baby as much as Asher.  I knew I would love her just as much and I was really excited to have two babies to love.  But suddenly as I knew we were about to have our second baby, I just felt so sad for Asher, and for this time of our lives to be over, where he was our only baby and it was just us and him.  

^^Here we go.  40 weeks 4 days pregnant and just checked into the hospital.

We got to the hospital a little before 1:00. They monitored my contractions and said I was definitely having frequent strong contractions. She checked me after 20 minutes of monitoring me, and to my pleasant surprise said I was at a 6+. She paged my doctor, who happened to be at the hospital, who came right in to break my water. Breaking my water wasn't painful but it sure was weird.

I was really worried that the baby was posterior again (like Asher had been...and one of the reasons that resulted in a c section.) because of all of my back pain. The doctor told me she wasn't posterior but slightly turned, and once she broke my water she was able to slide right down into my pelvis facing the right direction. I felt such a huge relief.  I also mostly stopped feeling the back pain at that point.

The doctor encouraged me to get an epidural soon if I was going to get one, but I still wanted to stand and wait just a little longer. I stood and held onto Marcus through each contraction until finally I thought I was going to die. I told Marcus that and asked the nurse for an epidural. The anesthesiologist was in the OR so 40 minutes later I got my epidural. It was the same anesthesiologist as I had with Asher, and I had loved him then and loved him this time too. He was so great. As I got the epidural I cried silently and told Marcus I had waited too long. It was now 3:30.

They checked me and I was at an 8. An hour later my cute nurse, Cherysh, came back and said she thought I would be complete and ready to push at 5:00. She started preparing the room for a delivery.

Marcus and I couldn't believe how smoothly everything was going. Besides the epidural I didn't need any medications, my contractions were still coming strong and hard, and so far we just had our one nurse in with us.

At 5:00 she checked me and sure enough I was at a ten and ready to push. The baby was still really high up though, so she called my doctor to see if I should start pushing or wait and see if my contractions would push her lower.

She came back and said the doctor said to start pushing. She asked if I was feeling energetic. I wasn't. I felt happy, and so glad things were going so well, but I was tired and I was actually feeling so scared to push. Cherysh was amazing and told me exactly what to do. Pushing was strange as I couldn't feel much of anything at this point, but I was glad.  Marcus was incredible through all of this too, talking quietly in between contractions and keeping me positive but also being quiet and knowing just what I needed.

They told me I had a long way to go and would probably have to push for a couple of hours. It was a daunting thought but Marcus and the nurse were so great and things felt really calm and casual. I started pushing.  After the second contraction of this I wondered how I would do it.  It wasn't painful, but I was tired, and I really wanted my baby here.  I was grateful everything was going well though and felt bad for wishing it was over.

After an hour the nurse called my doctor. She was still doing paperwork and asked if she had a little more time. She told the nurse to get me all the way ready.

At 7:00 and after an hour and a half of pushing my doctor walked in. She immediately said wow, stop pushing! We don't want the baby to pop out.

I was surprised because I didn't know I was that close. I thought we still had awhile to go. The doctor suited up and two contractions later my perfect baby girl was here.

It truly was amazing. They placed this screaming little baby on my chest and I couldn't help but cry. I felt so relieved and so grateful that everything went so well and so smoothly. My baby was here, and there had been no complications or stress. It all just felt so perfect and I couldn't have been happier.

Marcus called my parents and they hurried and brought Asher out.  It was the sweetest moment to see Asher come running into the room, give me a big hug and and then look for his baby sister.  And now we are a family of four!