At midnight I woke up and my water had broken. Luckily, I had enough foresight to be wearing an adult diaperfor just such an occasion. (My last baby my water broke in bed and I didn't have anything to protect me or the bed.) I didn't want to wake Brent yet, because my shortest labour had been 8 hours previous to this baby, and we had just gotten to sleep a couple hours earlier.
My contractions started out at 15 minutes apart. I spent a lot of the first hour laboring on the toilet because of the amniotic fluid, which was coming out during contractions in squirts. After about an hour I woke Brent, and he asked if we should call our friend (who was helping to deliver our baby at her house). I wanted to keep timing the contractions, but 30 minutes later they were stronger and 5-10 minutes apart. We called, and she said to come on over. (She had actually already been awake for 30 minutes already.)
It took us 30 minutes to get out of the house (packing a few last minute things into the car). We left our other kids with a friend and got to our friends house just after 2am. By that time my contractions were pretty strong and about 5 minutes apart. She checked me and I was at a 4 and 50% thinned out. I laboured in the house for a little while, some times leaning on the bed with my Brent holding me. Sometimes on the portable toilet (so I didn't have to worry about what was coming out of me). Then she asked if I wanted to try getting in the bath. I agreed and she got the tub ready. I was so cold, and couldn't stop shivering. I also felt so sick, I kept asking for the bowl (I always get sick during labour) but never needed it. She checked me again and I was at a 5 and still 50%. I sat in the bath for about 20 minutes and then wanted out. She asked what I wanted, and I said, "I want the baby out". I walked back to the bedroom and laboured some more in there standing by the bed. My contractions were 30 seconds apart and I didn't know how much more I could take. They were all so wonderful, though. They kept putting hot ginger packs on my back, stomach and elsewhere. :)
Our friend wanted to check me again, and I got on the bed. After laying down, she checked me, looked at me and said, "The baby is in the birth canal." I smiled the best I could and said, "That's the best news I could here." She said baby only needed to go about 3 more inches to go. That is all I needed to go on. I barely felt the pain from the contractions then. I pushed on the next contraction. Then pushed again 1 or 2 more times (I can't really remember). :) Then I could feel his head crowning. It hurt, but I knew it was almost over. I panted a few times and then finished pushing his head out at 4:20 am. She checked and there was no cord around his neck. I asked if he was OK, and she said he was. Then during the next contraction I pushed and our baby Moses was born into this world at 4:22 am. We then waited until the placenta quite pulsating and after it was birthed at 4:50 am the cord was cut at 4:55 am.
It was such a wonderful birth experience. I love Brent for being there for me as I called for him. At one point all I could do was hold my arms out and call for him as he rushed across the room to hold me. He was such a rock for me. I am so excited to welcome our new little one into the family.
