**Disclaimer...There is profanity, and lots of details, nothing vagina related held back. If you don't want to know everything, don't read, or get someone else to and summarize it for you. K? Thanks..***
It's crazy how God works isn't it? I can't even start this story without first thanking my omnipotent, almighty, amazing Savior, Jesus Christ, for a beautiful, healthy baby boy, Brevin Leon Banks.
Now, to even start to tell this story, I have to begin early morning, on Friday, December 20th, around 1 am. I ate a late night snack (spinach) then headed to bed. Throughout the night, I was awoken constantly by sharp pains. I thought that since I had spinach, that it was just gas, so I kept going back to sleep(Because getting up in the middle of the night when you've found a comfortable spot at 33 weeks pregnant is more important than a little gas pain)
Finally, when I couldn't hold in my pee anymore, I got up, and went to the bathroom. I sat down, and PLOP. It felt like something fell out of me. First thing I thought was, Oh Dear God, please don't let it be the baby. Then my second, was please, don't let it be blood. So, I look down, and, it was blood, and it wasn't stopping. I got up, took a picture, and sent it to my midwife and my best friend. I'm all "Uh, this just fell out of me, so what do I do?"
After answering a few of their questions, Ginger(my AMAZING midwife) calls and says, "honey, have you been cramping?" And I'm like, "OMG yes, but I thought it was just gas..because, see last night, I ate some spinach..." she cuts me off and says, "It sounds like you're about to have that baby, I would suggest you go to the ER" AH CRAP! Anytime a midwife wants you to go the ER, shits about to get real.
So, I cautiously, but panicky, yell to wake up my poor poor sleeping husband who had just barely gotten any sleep. "BBAAABBBEEEE" I yell, and in he comes, slowly, carrying a roll of toilet tissue. He's so sweet, huh? I'm like "Do you think I'd call you like that if I just needed tissue?,.. Ginger thinks I'm in labor.. we have to go to the hospital" I can't quite remember what his reaction was, but when I showed him what was going on in the toilet, he asked no more questions. After a few more chats with Ginger and Teree, we decided to let Brendan go ahead and check my cervix, and I was NOT dilated at all. I made a quick call to my OBs office, and they told me to immediately go to the ER.
After finding someone to come over to get the big boys (thanks Mimi) We were headed to MCA. When we got there, I was put on that stupid monitor for about an hour. Once the doctor finally came and checked me, he says "Well, there's a difference between losing your mucous plug, and losing a blood clot." I said "Okay, so which is worse, and what does it mean?" He, in turn, chuckled, and says "Just take it easy, and come back when your contractions are 3 minutes apart, and make you cry, because you aren't dilated at all' um, okay... Soooo.. I was given nothing to stop my labor, and no further explanation as to what was going on with my baby making parts.
So, for the next 5 1/2 days, I took it easy, kept my hands off my hubs, elevated my feet, and did everything I was supposed to do. Christmas night, I had a couple of contractions, but they stopped. On December 26, I got up feeling great. Hubs and I reorganized the boys' playroom and started to clean and get the house cleaned really good, for the impending arrival of little baby. After doing what I could while hubby was there, I hopped in the shower with him before he went to work. When we were in there, I was like "You know, it would suck if I went into labor today, the day after Christmas.." He just laughed and went to work.
Hubs left at 2:30 pm. I finished up my shower, made lunch, sat down and ate, and was about to take a nap, when boom. Contraction. Hm. It kind of hurt. After the 3rd contraction I decided to go ahead start timing them. It was 3:20 pm, and after timing a few, they were 5 minutes apart, and lasting 40 plus seconds. I text Teree and asked her if they sounded legit. She said she was on her way, and then, I felt it. Pop. My water broke. I called her on the way to bathroom, and upon sitting down I saw it again. Blood. Great. Immediately, my contractions got more intense, so I then hung up with her, and called hubby, repeatedly. Finally he answered and I told him to come now. It was 3:45 pm, and he had just gotten out of briefing. He called me after he had turned his patrol car back in and was on his way home, (still not thinking I was really in labor) to ask what was going on.. After telling him, I remembered that I didn't have anyone to come and watch the kids(who were napping)..
I called my sister who was down the street at my dads house, and she got there in about 30 seconds. By then, the contractions were ridiculous. I sent out the labor text, one to my friends, one to my family, and was actually joking with them via text while I was in labor to distract me, until Brendan got there.
Finally, I heard the garage go up, I grabbed my camera, and met him in the garage. Then I saw it.. that look he only gets in his eyes when I am in labor. He knew it was go time. I told him not to change, not to pack a bag, or do anything, and headed to his car. He ran in the house and came back to stop me and said we were taking mine. I did the contraction walk back up the driveway to hop in my car, and we were off.
We got to the hospital around 4:45 pm. I told the nurse I was in labor, and gave her my stipulations. "Look, I'm not getting hooked up to a monitor, I'm not laying in a bed, and I need to be checked immediately. I am in labor, and I am only 34 weeks and 3 days." The doctor behind her jokingly said "Oh, she knows, she didn't say she thinks!" I cut him a look, and smiled and said "This is my fourth baby, yes. I think I would know."
The nurse took me to give a urine sample (WHY?) and to change. I couldn't change without help because I was in too much pain and couldn't bend down. It was then, though, that I realized I wasn't wearing shoes. (Oops) I went into the room, and when hubby came back in after parking, the nurse came and asked was I in custody (Brendan was in uniform) "OMG! NO!!!!! NOW CHECK MY CERVIX" She was helping me change, so she could check me, and noticed that I had filled an entire maxi pad with blood. She then says "I can't check you, because you are bleeding too much? You say you're 34 weeks?" Me "Yes, and what?! Seriously, my babies come fast, and I'm feeling alot of pressure, you've got to get someone quick" She then hurries off, and comes back with another nurse, who had just so happened to be my nurse the previous week. She checked me, and says "You are complete, and all I feel is your bag of water. You have a bulging bag" I have a bulging bag with every baby, so that wasn't new to me, but COMPLETE?! YES! The hard part was over, can I push now?
She runs out, and comes back with the doctor. I remember him saying "I don't know if your baby is feet first, or head first, let me see" Then he checked, still could not tell. They then rolled me up to labor and delivery. I remember going through the lobby, with my arm over my face, and hearing my mom and friends cheer and yell good luck. Hubbys face was so bright with anticipation. I love the way he looks at me and supports me when I am in labor. I could not ask for a better birth partner.
So, we get upstairs, and through my contractions, I'm signing forms, getting hooked up to IV's, and continually feeling more and more pressure... By this time I have my mom, stepdad, and best friend in the room as well. Finally, after yelling at the nurses enough, and making my husband put on gloves and a gown (so serious) because they were taking too long, I asked where the doctor was. The nurse says "Across the street, did you want us to call him?" "WELL HELL YES!!! I've been ready to push since I got here!" Thank goodness the doctor got there in less than 5 minutes because I was about to flip my lid. My mom and stepdad were kicked out, and I was so ready to have my baby.
After 2 attempts to break my water, he finally used the hook and broke it. I tell you what, nothing feels better than knowing you are about to push and meet your baby face to face. I was SO relieved. After he broke my water, and I sighed a sigh of relief, not knowing what was ahead of me, the doctor says "You've got to be kidding me" Now, I actually laughed when he said that. Me, being the naive, unrealistic person that I am, thought that the baby was either already out, or that the head was like right there, so this was going to be a piece of cake. Teree says "What, what is it" He says "I have a foot, and a cord" Then he said the words I never ever EVER wanted to hear... "Ma'am, we are going to have to do an emergency cesarean".....
To be continued....