2 years ago on November 11th, at 2:10 pm, I welcomed my second child into the world! I love birth stories. I love the process, the excitement, the anticipation, all of it! I never wrote Sadie’s birth story, and with it being her birthday, I thought now would be a good time to relive that amazing moment and share it with you!
My doctor gave me the due date of November 2nd. I told him he was wrong because my husband was deployed so the date was 1 week off. He shrugged it off and refused to change the date. I remember telling him, “Ok, but when I don’t have this baby by November 2nd, I’m going to tell you ‘I told you so’.”
Fast forward 8 months and I had a Doctor appointment on November 2nd, my doctor’s due date. He asked me if I’d like to be induced. I replied no, that I wanted no interventions and that this baby would come when she was ready. He was happy to oblige, but informed me that he could no longer see me if I went past 2 weeks pregnant. I would then have to be seen by a high risk OB/GYN. I told him that was fine. The next week, November 9th (the due date I had planned on) I had another doctor check up. Still no baby. My doctor was embarrassingly worried that I hadn’t had the baby yet and begged me to get induced. I told him, “I’ll set an induction date, but the baby will come before then.” We then set the date for November 13th.
I went home and panicked. What had I just done?! There was no way I was going to be induced! We played the waiting game, now on to plan 2. I went online and researched all sorts of natural ways to induce labor. Saturday I went walking for nearly an hour, did squats, rubbed pressure points, ate pineapple, cinnamon, and eggplant parmesan, and did a few more things that the old wives tales say to be true.
That night, on November 11th, about 3:00 am I woke up with strong contractions. I wasn’t too excited. I was at a point where I had woken up on many nights with contractions. I timed them, and unlike the other nights, these were 7 minutes apart consistently. I thought, “Yes! Finally!” So I got up and went straight to the kitchen to get something to eat, not knowing when I’d be able to eat again. Then I put up the dishes, swept the floor, folded the laundry, did my makeup, and packed my bags. At this point it was about 4:30 am and my contractions were only about 6 minutes apart. There was no need to go to the hospital yet, so I continued to walk around the house looking for things to fold and stuff to clean. Yes, I was nesting, but at this point I had been nesting for quite some time so everything was already clean!
Finally about 5:30 am my contractions were 4 minutes apart, but I wanted to wait until 6:00 am before I woke up Mac to take me to the hospital. I had been sweating from all of the house work I had done so I freshened up my makeup and waiting for the clock to strike 6:00.
6:00 am came so I went over to Mac, who was sound asleep, and shook his shoulder and told him it was time to get up. He replied, “Wha.. what time? 6:00am? I don’t have to be up for another 2 hours!” That’s when I smiled and said, “I know, but I’m in labor so we should probably go to the hospital.” He jumped up in a panic, rubbing his eyes and said, “Really?? Are you sure? Whaa.. what do I do? Now? Go now?” I told him to get something to eat and go pack his bag and that I would get Landon up and ready to go.
We left the house about 6:30 and that’s when I called my mom to tell her to meet us at the hospital to pick up Landon. She was upset to find out that I had been in labor since 3:00 am and was just now leaving, but I wanted everyone to sleep! I didn’t want to cause a fuss at 3:00 am when nothing eventful was happening.
We got to the hospital about 7:00 am. When they checked me, I was 7 cm dilated! 7 cm already?! I thought I was going to have the baby in just a couple more hours! I was a bit overwhelmed, remembering the extreme pain that was coming my way. Unfortunately (or fortunately for my comfort), that’s when things slowed down. My contractions went from 4 minutes apart, to 7 minutes, to 10 minutes, to 15 minutes apart. The nurse wanted me to get up and walk around to help me progress.
I replied, “No. No I don’t want to.”
Nurse: “Well why not?”
Me: “Because I know what happens when things progress! A lot of pain, and I’m ok with everything how it is now!”
Nurse: “Well that baby is coming out one way or the other.”
We both laughed, but seriously, things were getting real. I did get up and walk around, but my contractions were still very irregular. They decided to brake my water, and sure enough, that helped my body get back on track. So, the contractions kept comin’!
At 2:10 pm, after 11 hours of natural labor, I gave birth to our first daughter; Sadie Diana. She was 7 lbs 11 oz, and 20 inches long.
We were all over the moon excited! Now as she turns 2 years old (holy cow), we look back at that precious moment and feel so blessed to have her in our lives. She’s got a lot of spunk and attitude, but we wouldn’t change it for the world.