Tuesday, June 19th, 2018 at 3:01 pm, our worlds were changed forever and our son, Maverick David Marks, was born
7 lbs 10 oz 19 1/2 inches long
I went to work after the appointment, got there around 11:00am. I kept myself busy, and then around 2:00pm I started feeling some pressure in my belly. About 30 minutes later, I had my first contraction. I had never even had Braxton Hicks so I was a little hesitant to claim it for what it was. But then an hour later I had another, and an hour later I had another. It became clear that that was what they were. These hourly contractions continued until after dinner. Then they started ramping up, in time-frame but not pain-wise. By the time I went to bed they were coming 10-15 minutes apart.
Wednesday June 13th I woke up around 12:30am to a contraction definitely more painful than the ones I was having earlier that night. I laid there for a minute; they felt like they were coming really close together, so I decided to time them. They were steadily 7 minutes apart. I didn’t wake up my husband because I was still unsure what was going on so I decided to get up and go into the living room. I was feeling pretty excited, yet skeptical because they weren’t anywhere near the “unbearable/you’re going to die” pain that everyone told me contractions are going to feel like. By like 2:30am they were ranging 5-7 minutes apart, but not progressing so I decided to try and go back to sleep. When I woke up at 5am, they were steadily 5 minutes apart. I decided I would take our dog for a walk, maybe try and get things going. By the time I came back they were ranging from 3-4 minutes. Still though, not incredibly painful more so just uncomfortable.
I was uncertain if this was actually labor because of the limited pain, but the time-frame between them was getting so close I started to get uneasy. So my husband and I decided to just go to the hospital and see what’s going on.
When we got to the hospital they hooked me up to the monitors, and checked my cervix, which I was still only 3cm dilated and 80% effaced just like I was at my appointment the day before. The doctor told me that I was having contractions, but they just weren’t strong enough to do anything to my cervix. So they sent us home and told me to come back when they were more painful.
The rest of the day I did just about every single “natural remedy” that google said to get labor progressing. I’m not even kidding, I spent like 10+ hours of that day bouncing on the ball, walking, using my breast pump, anything and everything. The contractions continued at 3-5 minutes until about 5:00pm, then they slowed to down and were just coming randomly.
I went to sleep, woke up a couple times from the contractions, but overall slept pretty well.
Thursday June 14th, I got up around 7:00am, went to the bathroom and what do you know? I lost some of my mucus plug. And two hours later, lost even more of it. Throughout the day I continued to have contractions sporadically, but I pretty much had a normal day. I worked out, cleaned the house, and took a nap. And then in the afternoon I noticed I was having some fluid leakage. I was like well crap, is this my water leaking?! So I called my OB and the office told me to go to the hospital. I hung up and was like no, I’m not going back for another “maybe”. I decided to text my mother-in-law. She is mid-wife and she had the swabs to check to see if it was actually my amniotic fluid leaking. She came over, swabbed me and it the test read negative. She said it could just be more of the mucus plug or random discharge. I went the rest of the night, contracting and now leaking randomly.
Friday June 15th, I decided I would go back to work. I was still contracting randomly, but overall felt pretty normal. Until like 1:45pm, I stood up and instantly felt like I peed myself. I went to the bathroom and everything was wet. It was a lot more than the leakage I had had the day before. But, I kind of just ignored it because at this point I was sick of jumping the gun and getting my hopes up. So I went back to my desk. About 15 minutes later, I stood up again and even more fluid came out. I went to the bathroom again and this time I was totally soaked through my jeans. I thought there was no way this wasn’t my water leaking. So I decided to leave work. I texted my mom, sister-in-law, and a girl I know that is a L&D nurse, they all told me I should definitely go to the hospital and get checked. So back to the hospital my husband and I went.
We got to triage; they hooked me up to the monitor, swabbed me to check to see if it was my water leaking, and checked my cervix (STILL only 3cm, 80% effaced). They sent the swab to the lab, and it came back negative. The doctor told us that it was more than likely just urine or maybe more of my mucus plug, and so they sent us home, yet again.
My husband instantly was like “Abby, that’s best case scenario because if it was your water leaking they probably would have had to induce you and Maverick is clearly not ready to come yet.” He was right, but it didn’t help how I felt. The car ride home I didn’t say one word. I just cried. I was embarrassed, I was confused, and I was frustrated. I was now on day 4 of having contractions and an assortment of other “labor-like” symptoms. I had no idea what was going on and I had all these weird things happening to me that I had no control over.
When we got home, I took a shower and then I laid in bed for the next couple hours. I just laid there, talking to God. Asking him to just clear my mind, help me get back to the place where I was so calm about all of this, when I didn’t care what date my baby entered the world. I was so anxious now. It was like a tidal wave of emotions that I had zero control over. I told myself I had to give it up and give it all to Him. I finally got up, ate dinner, decided I would talk to my husband again and watched a movie. Still trying to control my emotions, and fight the extreme frustration I felt with every contraction. We went to bed around 10pm.
Saturday June 16th, Sunday June 17th, Monday June 18th, nothing had changed. I still was contracting for random hours of the day, still was leaking some unknown fluid.
Tuesday June 19th9:45am I went to my 39 week doctor’s appointment. I explained to the doctor what all had been happening with the contractions and the fluid leakage. When I told her specifically about the fluid she looked at me like I had 10 heads and told me that doesn’t sound normal and definitely doesn’t sound like it was urine. She decided she would check me and quickly confirmed that it was, in fact, amniotic fluid that was leaking. Say what?! As if my emotions weren’t already shot, I now get told that my water had been leaking for 5 days… She immediately did an ultrasound and listened to his heartbeat, he seemed to be okay but she decided to direct admit me to the hospital to be induced as the risk for him having an infection could be high.
When my husband and I got to the hospital it took them a little while to get us into a room. We finally did around 1pm and around 2pm the doctor came in; he checked my cervix, determining that I was about 4cm now. He told us that if it there was a leak, it was probably a small high leak since he could still feel a lot of fluid in the sac. GOOD NEWS! However, he said he wasn’t going to treat the situation as if it hadn’t been leaking for days so he decided he was going to go ahead and break the sac to release the remainder of the fluid and if labor wasn’t progressing within the hour or so he would start giving me Pitocin to get things going.
He left the room and almost instantly I got hit with an extremely painful contraction. My mom had just arrived at that point and I remember looking at her and saying “omg this is not a joke, what number was that on the monitor.” My mom looked at the contraction monitor and said that it was “nearly off the chart”. Wonderful, we were only like 5 minutes into this and they are already off the chart!
From that point on the contractions were coming every minute and we’re pretty much unbearable. About 10 minutes into them coming at that rate I really had to go to the bathroom, so I called for the nurse and she unhooked me from the monitors and I went, which was such a task within itself. Have you ever tried to go #2 in a hospital gown, strapped to random wires on your belly, while having excruciating contractions every minute? Highly not recommended.
I finally made my way back to the bed. Immediately hit with another contraction. At this point I was grunting, moaning, yelling, attempting to breathe, anything I could do to make it through the minute. All I could think was “holy sh**”… If I am only 4cm I am legit going to die before I make it to pushing time.” So I told the nurse that I wanted an epidural ASAP. She said they wanted to check me again and asked if I could lay on my back, I told her I couldn’t move or else I felt like I was going to #2 all over the place (SORRY TMI) so she went ahead and attempted to check me in whatever position I was in, and all she said was “I’m sorry but there is no time for an epidural. It’s too late. You are 10cm dilated and its time to push.” And then paged into her little pager “can we get a delivery cart and the doctor in here right now.” A few seconds later the doctor came in and jokingly said “are we serious? Is this going to be the fastest delivery ever or what? It’s only been like 30 minutes since I broke your water.” Next thing I knew I had my legs up and was pushing. Less than 10 minutes later, at 3:01pm, Maverick was born and placed on my belly.
I immediately looked up at my husband, who had eyes full of tears. I looked back down at Maverick, looked back up at my husband, and back down at Maverick. I was totally wrecked in the best possible way. And I was also so shocked. I could not believe it happened like that. I had thought throughout my pregnancy that I may have a quick labor but I never in a million years would have thought it would have been that fast.
We laid there for about an hour; skin to skin and even gave nursing a shot, which he seemed to already be a natural at. It was pure bliss. The nurses then took him to weigh and measure him. 19 ½ inches in length and 7 lbs 10 oz of pure perfection.
Sometime later we were brought to our room where we spent the next 48 hours. We had to stay an extra night than the usual because they had to monitor Maverick a little closer for the infection risk because of the confusion of how long my water was leaking. The hours past and Maverick slept and fed like a champ. He was showing all signs that he was perfectly healthy. Praise!
The nurses complimented us that we were naturals, that we didn’t seem like we were first-time parents. Talk about a compliment when you feel like you have no clue what you’re really doing, right? LOL. But in reality, Maverick has been the best baby ever so far. He definitely has made the transition into parenthood a lot easier for us than we could have ever imagined.
As I write this, I am still so overwhelmed in awe that I have actually been blessed with this child. These past couple days have been so surreal. I’ve said this before and I’m sure I’ll say it again, I don’t know what I did to deserve this life, but I am so glad I have a God that believes I deserve it.