They say that your second baby comes out faster than the first, labor is easier because you don’t push as long (if you are not getting a c-section of course). I pushed Ella out in 28 minutes exactly. I knew #2 would not be a long labor…my birthing story is quite hilarious, and I don’t even know if a blog post can do it justice, but here’s a go at it:
Luke, like his mother, loves punctuality so he arrived on his due date, Friday, October 24. Thursday night at 10 PM I knew it was time to go to the hospital. I had been tracking my contractions since 1 PM and they were almost 5 minutes a part by the time my mother arrived at 10:30 PM to watch Ella.
After being in the hospital for an hour, the nurses said, “Why don’t you walk around a little bit to speed things up? As soon as I got off of the bed and took one step, I started feeling strong contractions. I walked around for 5 minutes and immediately returned to the nursing station and said, “I need an epidural. This is progressing quickly!” It was 12:30 AM, contractions were 2 min a part, and I was really worried the baby was going to SHOOT out before I got the needle.
As I waited in the birthing room for the epidural, I started to become a mad woman. “Where is the epidural?!” I screamed. It was almost 1 AM and the contractions were so close it felt like the baby was already coming out. I was freaking! The nurse kept saying, “It’s coming” She probably thought I was a crazy “first-time mom” who feared pain, when in reality I was a second-time mom who knew that baby #2 wanted out at any minute.
“I’m here!” The anesthesiologist came into the room finally, and at that point I was sitting on the side of the bed in “ready” position for the epidural and with each contraction it felt like the head was coming out. As soon as he started doing the epidural there was a huge GUSH. That’s right. My water broke, all over my legs, feet, the nurse in front of me who was holding my hand–and then snot came out of my nose ALL over my nurse’s arm, which I am sure she was not fazed about but I apologized anyway.
“The epidural may not work because you are so far along,” said the anesthesiologist. WTF?! Ugh. So. Not. Cool. He stuck me a second time and all I could think to myself was ‘PLEASE KICK IN THIS PAIN SUCKS!!!’
When they put me back down on my back the looked “down there” and they gasped. “I can see his head!” said a nurse.
“That’s what I was trying to tell all of you! Where’s the doctor?” I yelled. Meanwhile Chris my husband had been outside uncomfortably holding his pee because there were no other bathrooms but the ones inside the birthing rooms (they make partners leave when women get the epidural, probably because some man fainted after seeing the procedure). When he came back in the room he was confused about all the commotion and didn’t know if he should go or not–he ended up holding it. At least he got to join me in the pain that is labor.
A minute later in walks a 30-ish male Resident with glasses. He looks at me and Chris and says, “Hey! I remember you two! You had a baby girl last year!”
I looked up, and said, “Oh yes, I remember you. You were here with us back in July,” I was wondering why the Resident showed up and not the OBGYN doctor, although it wasn’t even going to be my doctor that night because my group wasn’t scheduled that evening.
“The doctor isn’t here yet–he thought he had more time, so I am going to deliver your baby,” said the Resident. “I am so excited! I have always wanted to deliver a baby on my birthday, October 24. I’ve been here for a few years and it’s never happened but today it will. Crazy!”
Um…yah that’s great. Can we get back to business? I’ve got a baby’s head sticking out of my lady parts, my body is trembling like a vibrator with each contraction, and my husband has been holding his pee for like 2 hours!!
I honestly pushed for about 5 minutes and Lucas was born at 1:28 AM. Guess who walked in at around 2 AM? The doctor. He poked his head in and sheepishly said, “Hi.” Walked away, then came back and sat down.
“You’re late,” I said, jokingly.
“Do you need anything? How did it go?” Dr–I don’t even know his name–asked.
“Nope. We’re good,” I replied. I was holding baby Luke and already feeding him.
“Well, congrats! Sorry I wasn’t here earlier but glad it all went okay.”
Now Luke is six weeks old and Ella adores him (as do Chris and I!). It’s a bit crazy having two babies under the age of two, but more on that will come in a later post 🙂