Reese made an entirely different entrance than Kennedy did, but it was perfect all the same. {You can read Kennedy’s birth story here and here}.
I mentally decided that Sunday, the 10th, was the best day for Reese to be born. Not kidding. My dad would be in town so he could drive my mom up to Tallahassee {she was in an accident and is still weird about driving} and he’d be able to see Reese, my sister would be back in town from her work trip so she could help with Kennedy and be here for the delivery, and it was the weekend so my mom could spend the whole next week with us. Everyone agreed, but we didn’t actually think she’d listen.
Saturday night, we finished the very last part of the nursery, her dresser. We went to bed and I woke up Sunday morning at about 5:30 and I felt like I had cramps, but assumed I was just uncomfortable like I was every morning at this point. At 6:30 I decided that they weren’t getting stronger, but they were actually consistent and about 5 minutes apart so maybe they were contractions. I got out of bed and starting doing stuff around the house just incase.
Kennedy woke up around 7-7:30 and we started our day just like normal. David woke up not much later and I told him I was having contractions, but they weren’t strong and I wasn’t sure yet. I called my mom around 8:30 and told her the same thing. We decided I’d call her back in an hour and figure out if they should make the drive or not. So, I took a shower and decided that they were getting a little stronger and still not going away so I was having a baby that day.
I called her back and told her to start driving and when my sister landed she texted me and I told her to come over when she got home. At this point it was about 10:30 and I was still just uncomfortable so we went outside and played with Kennedy.
My sister came over around 12 and I finished packing my hospital bag and I basically wandered around the house doing the most random stuff like fixing the comforter on our bed. I also started complaining that the second labor was supposed to be faster than the first and mine wasn’t looking any faster. I decided that I wasn’t going to go to the hospital for a while because I didn’t want to be there for hours like I was with Kennedy or get there and not be far enough along to get admitted. I told Lauren she could go home to take a shower since we thought we had some time, but not long after she left my contractions went from 5 minutes apart to about 2 minutes apart. So, I called her and told her to come back sooner than later and I called my parents to see where they were. They were about 30 minutes away so I was going to try to wait, but once my sister got back to the house I decided to leave so the contractions weren’t unbearable in the car.
We got to the hospital around 3. I checked in and they brought me back to triage to get checked. As it turns out, I was 6cm, 90%, “head super low.” They monitored me for a few contractions and we waited in triage while they got me admitted and assigned a room. My mom and sister were on their way, but we all assumed we had a few hours left still.
We got in the delivery room a little before 4 and the nurse wanted to check me again. I was 7.5cm and she said “if we break your water you’re having a baby.” I told them I wanted her out so they called my midwife to the room. My contractions started coming almost one right after the other at this point and I had to walk and sway side to side to get through them. While I waited, I just paced the room. As every contraction started I would tell myself “its work and not pain” so I could stay focused and get through them.
My mom and my sister got to the room at about 4. I was still waiting for Sheridan, my midwife, so they helped my through a couple contractions and while I was standing there I felt like I needed to push.
I told the nurse and she told my I had to get in bed. I told her I didn’t want to, because I thought I still had a while and she was going to make me stay there during contractions, but she made me. Sheridan got there right about the time I got in bed and broke my water. I heard her say meconium and my immediate reaction was to say, “again?!” I had really hoped that I would be able to hold Reese right away since I wasn’t able to do that with Kennedy. About as soon as she broke my water I had a huge contraction and Sheridan told me to push, but I don’t think it hit me yet that it was actually happening so my sister said, “she’s right there Mel” and she was. The notes say that I pushed for a minute. David and I were in the delivery room for about 20 minutes and my mom and my sister were there for about 10. I never expected it to happen like that.
Reese came faster than anyone expected and the room wasn’t even fully setup. Sheridan cut her cord and ran her over to the NICU table to suction her lungs, but the NICU nurse hadn’t even made it to the room. She was doing really well though {with an 8 and a 9 apgar} so they brought her over to me after just a few minutes on the NICU table and I got to meet my baby girl for the first time.
I had a one stitch tear like I did with Kennedy, but Reese had a really rough delivery. Her whole face was bruised and literally blue. You would have thought she wasn’t breathing, but her little lips were as pink as could be so we knew she was OK. She was also super swollen and just about every little blood vessel in her eyes ruptured. I felt so bad for her, but by the next morning she was looking much better. Our only other trouble was that she had a hard time getting warm. Her lowest temperature was 97.2, but they let me keep nursing and doing skin to skin instead of putting her in the warmer and by the end of the night she was right where she needed to be.
I had a natural birth again, just like with Kennedy, but it was so much different this time. The best part was that I was so aware this time. With Kennedy’s delivery I was SO exhausted by the end that my memory of the actual delivery is really fuzzy. I can remember this one like it just happened… except now it’s pain-free.