Cooper's Birth Story
I was always shocked that someone would not be sure that they were in labor. I had two kids, and it was the same each time. Labor pains start, you time them, go to the hospital, your water breaks, the baby is born. Pretty simple. How could someone not know the difference between true and false labor? Then, I got pregnant with my third child.
At 26 weeks, I started to feel pains. We rushed to the hospital, scared to death. It was way too soon, but I really knew I was in labor! We get to the hospital, ready to be admitted. Luckily, it was false. OK, everyone’s allowed one, I told myself. And one false visit to labor and delivery in three pregnancies was a pretty good average.
Five weeks later, I was lying in bed, when the contractions start again. I time them and they are five minutes apart, but not very painful. They last all through the night, and in the morning, we head to the hospital. I can clearly remember saying to my husband, “I bet we have a new baby this weekend!” Again, another false trip! By this time, I am seriously doubting myself. Will I know when it’s actually time? At week 37, I was sitting in my living room when I felt something. Was that my water breaking? It was not like the times before, when it was completely obvious. So, I sat, wondering what to do. I did not want to embarrass myself again! Plus, I had no contractions. Finally, I decided that I would rather be embarrassed than have the baby at home so I called my husband. We made our third trip to labor and delivery, where I told the nurse, “I think my water broke?” After a test, we found out that, yes, my water was broken. But there were still no contractions. I was checked into the hospital, where I lay for nine hours, waiting for contractions to start. Nothing! The nurse told my husband to take the two older kids home and get some rest, and at 6 the next morning they would start Pitocin. The next morning, at 6 AM, the nurse started the Pitocin, and told me she was going to get my epidural ready. She said I was six centimeters, and when she came back, I could call my husband and we should have a baby by noon.
As soon as she left the room, I was hit by terrible pain. I pushed the buzzer, and told the nurses that I felt like I needed to push! They rushed in, checked me, and were surprised to find that the baby was on his way out! I just remember lying there thinking there was no way I was having a baby without drugs. The next thing I know the doctor is there telling me to push. The nurse only counted to five, and my baby was out. Cooper James was born on October 19, 2007 at 6:43 AM, after only 30 minutes of contractions! No family with me, no drugs, and only a half of a push! Although it was not the birth I had chosen, I wouldn’t change a thing about it, or the beautiful boy who completed our family of five!
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