I woke up at 5am to pee and when I laid back down noticed that the contractions were regular and felt different. I knew I’d be seeing my baby soon. I rested for as long as I could, about 45 minutes, but then had to get up. They weren’t painful, but annoying and I knew from past experience if I was up and about it’d be easier to deal with them. Everyone was asleep, it was quiet and peaceful. I noticed a bit of pink when I wiped and saw part of my plug in the toilet, which confirmed this would be the day. I had asked God to let me have the baby during hours when I would normally be awake – He is SO GOOD!!
Around 6, Mr. Fox woke up and I told him we were going to have a baby today. I went to the kitchen to make breakfast and everyone slowly started to wake. (Seester and her kids had slept over again due to the weather). After I ate I went downstairs and turned on my playlist.
I spent the next few hours on the birth ball, standing around through ctx and waiting for Mr. Fox to get the pool filled. We ran into some hot water issues and had to boil lots of pots of water (so thankful for Mr. Fox and Seester for trudging up and down the stairs over and over again with boiling water) but I was able to get in around 9:40. I labored for a while as they continued to add hot water.
At some point Mr Fox got IN the pool with me to rub my back and encourage me, which was the best thing ever. I remember the MW arriving, but barely, I was completely in my head. The kids were running around, chatting and taking many pics and videos of me but as long as they didn’t bump into the pool I wasn’t bothered by them at all. I think they annoyed Mr. Fox and Seester more than they did me!
Things got intense and I got hot and someone put a cold cloth on my head, which was amazing. I just covered my eyes with it and ignored everyone. No one touched me but Mr. Fox. No doppler, no cervical checks… exactly what we envisioned. It was just us having a baby with a MW there just in case.
I have no idea what time I started pushing. I remember it getting intense and thinking that maybe I should be checked before I started really pushing but then the overwhelming urge to push took over and I went with it. I didn’t push for long and baby girl was practically out in 2-3 pushes, born at 11:02 a.m. into the hands of her amazing Daddy. There’s no way I could have done it without him, he’s the best doula ever.