I’d been having Braxton hicks contractions for months on and off, but Thursday about every second or third one was strong enough to make me stop and think something was going on. By Friday afternoon they were getting more regular and of consistent strength, but still not enough for me to worry about. Saturday morning I woke up at 7:30 with contractions every 5 minutes almost to the second. By 10am they were still coming and getting a tad stronger. Enough to convince me that I was in early labor. I focused on keeping myself busy and tried to ignore them. I made a big batch of breakfast burritos to freeze, took a long shower, cleaned the house, ran errands, made nursing tanks, tried to take a nap, went for a walk around the neighborhood (and another…and another). All the while I was making sure I was being a good laboring Momma and drinking lots of water and eating high protein snacks 🙂 Nothing changed. Nothing. My contractions continued to come every 5 minutes like clockwork, but they didn’t go away, and they didn’t get any stronger. My hopes for having a baby on D-Day and National Homebirth Day dwindled as the hours ticked by.
Hubby, Little Man, and I killed time at the splash pad then had our last dinner out as a family of 3 together at a local restaurant. We came home and went for another walk… Still no changes so I finally decided to head to bed. I tried to sleep, but laying down only made the contractions worse, and they pushed on my bladder so I had to get up to pee what seemed like every 20 minutes. By 1am I knew I wasn’t going to get any sleep, but I forced myself to stay in bed and rest as much as possible for the big day that I knew was coming. At 3am I couldn’t take another contraction laying down so I got up to walk around the house. I bounced on my birth ball and watched a couple episodes of Bones to take my mind off of them, and decided it was time to wake Hubby up around 4:30. Poor guy was exhausted, but sweetly sat with me and decided to call Dawn, my midwife, a little after 5. When she got to the house, she checked my vitals, spoke with us for awhile, asked a few questions, and decided to check my dilation. At that point in time, she said she couldn’t feel all the way around to one side of my cervix because I had a bulging bag of water and didn’t want to mess with it too much for fear of breaking it, but she guessed that I was about 8cm! I was pretty excited! She called our doula/midwife assistant, Brandy, and our photographer, Tavia, and let them know it was time to head this way. Both of them live fairly far away so they hurried to make it before the baby came. (Little did we all know it would be a much longer day than anticipated haha)