monday, march 19th 2018 at 3:01pm we welcomed our sweet baby GIRL olive marie. let me tell you, she is absolutely perfect and we couldn’t love her any more. ahhh, i just want to kiss and snuggle her all-day-long! here is olive’s birth story.
the night of the 18th, i went to bed super anxious. i had a hard time going to bed, just thinking that labor might come in the middle of the night and wondering if i was mentally and physically ready for it. i was going to be 40 weeks on monday and it all felt like a big ticking clock in my mind. i woke up around 2:30am to brian heading to the bathroom because he unfortunately he fell ill with a stomach bug. it had made it’s way through our house over the week and ended with brian. i remember thinking, well at least i am not in labor, it’s probably my body waiting until everyone is healthy. well haha, i was wrong. as i tried to go back to bed, i felt the contractions coming on. i decided to start timing them and they were consistently about 10 min apart. around 6 am i decided to get up and start packing my toiletries and call the hospital to let them know i was in labor. the nurse on call told me to wait until the contractions were 5 min apart and then come. after poppy’s birth, it was so fast and furious that i was told by my doc to just get to the hospital and don’t dilly-dally around.
i decided to lay back down and just wait for the kids to wake up. around 7:30 both kids got up and we headed downstairs for breakfast. once i was walking around the contractions started to pick up and were around 5-6 mins apart. i told brian to call his mom and have her head our way. we got bastian ready for preschool and packed all the kids clothes to stay with grandma. things weren’t very intense but the contractions were consistent. when my mother-in-law got to our house we got our stuff in the car and made our way to the hospital. once i was in the car, contractions completely stopped! i didn’t understand this and i was starting to feel pretty nervous they were going to send me home.
we got to the hospital around 9am. we went to the labor and delivery floor and actually checked-in. this was all new to me… the the other kids, i was really deep into labor that i was just ushered into a room. i felt embarrassed for some reason. haha the lady at the front desk asked if i was in labor… maybe that’s why haha. anyways, they didn’t even send me to a l&d room, they put me in what they call a “day-room” basically to monitor me and see if they really did need to send me home. i was soooo mad that labor had stopped. they hooked me up to the monitor and checked me. i was at 3cm and really wasn’t having any contractions. my doctor came in and told me to walk around for about an hour to see if things started to pick up. they assured me they wouldn’t send me home 🙂 and that they would get a room ready for me. she said that she could always break my water to get things moving quicker.
i walked and walked and lunged and high-kneed and squatted up and down those damn halls. i was so mad and i knew that i needed to just calm myself down. i read that sometimes labor can stall or stop if the mom doesn’t feel ready or feels uncomfortable (mentally), which is what i believe happened. i think i jumped the gun on getting to the hospital. (side note: i wasn’t using my doula this time around. she retired as a doula, so i thought with number three i would be able to handle it myself. i believe if she was there, she would have advised to stay home a bit longer.) anyways, after an hour of trying to calm down and walk this baby out, i got checked into a labor and delivery room.
i laid down and turned the lights off and just tried to calm down and let the contractions come back. they did come back but they were mild and maybe 8 min apart. around 1pm my doctor came back in the room to check me and let me know some options i had. i was at 4cm and she suggested we break my water. i knew that once that water broke, things would get really intense really fast, but i was so egger to get this show on the road that i said yes. she broke my water around 1:15pm and things got real, real quick. i told brian to start filling up the tub. i knew things were going to be intense. i had to be hooked up to the monitor for 30mins after they broke my water before getting into the tub. once that 30min was up i was so ready for some relief.
i was in the tub for maybe 30-45 mins and the nurse said once i started to feel pushy to get out of the tub. i really didn’t want to jump the gun AGAIN but i did start to feel pushy. i kept saying, well maybe not… and they were like, well let’s just get out of the tub and check. i hate moving positions when in labor. every move brings on a contraction and you can’t really brace yourself for them. i got into the bed around 2:30 and my doctor checked me and i was 7cm. they asked if i wanted to get back into the tub and i knew, oh hell no! there was no way i was moving again OR that i would have any time to get back in that tub. i started to feel really really pushy. the nurses and my doctor told me to try to breathe through those pushes… always waaay easier said than actually done. at 3pm my doctor checked me again and i was at 10cm. i pushed like a mad woman and one minute later little olive marie was born at 3:01pm.
having a baby is literally the hardest thing i have ever done (3 times now!), but there is nothing more satisfying than that final push and holding that baby in your arms for the first time. i got to hold olive for over an hour before the nurses took her to get weighed and measured. i could have stayed there for days staring at her. she is so perfect and the sweetest baby. olive weighed 8lbs 1oz and was 20ins long. she is a total mix of bastian and poppy. olive’s birth was so different than my other two kiddos and i wouldn’t change it for the world. everyone is soo in love with her and she is fitting into our family so well.