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Am I In Labor? Part 2- Braxton Hicks Play Me For A Fool

Jacob Michael, Sept 25

The second time around, I knew what to expect.  (This will continuously be proven to be the biggest lie of my life).  I thought I knew.  From about mid-August until he was born, I was having Braxton Hicks contractions.  They would come randomly during the day, and regularly after a little ‘couples time', but they would always stop.  I spoke to the doctor about it EVERY WEEK.   She assured me it was totally normal the second time around, and I got a nice little health lesson about why a little McLovin' would start them up real good!   So Braxton, Hicks, and I became friends, and I went about my business. 

After 6 weeks of contractions, with little to no progress I was scheduled to be induced on September 27, 3 days past my due date of Sept 24.  Since Asher was 5 days early, I was already fuming at how stubborn this baby was, and how increasingly miserable I was with each passing minute.  I went to playgroup in the morning, went to Taco Bell for lunch (which was REALLY random) and moaned all day about the damn contractions doing nothing for me. My hubby made one more valiant effort at doing his share to get the baby to come out... and as expected, the contractions started.  Yippee. I rolled over and went to sleep, this was just a rerun for me.

About 45 minutes later I was still having them, at about 5 minute intervals.   I rolled over to tell Dan, and felt a huge bubbling sensation in my pelvis, and a little wetness in the bed.  I sat up to tell him that I was going to the bathroom because I think my water just broke when the baby took the Ginsu knife he was wielding, and started stabbing me with it, hacking at me, to try to get out.  My contractions went from uncomfortable at 5 minute intervals, to excruciating, at 1 minute intervals. Dan took one look at me, and started dialing the OB. In the 6 yards from the bed to the bathroom, I had to stop 3 times because the little ninja was trying to stab his way out.  I was most certainly in labor, and probably a candidate for the The Exorcist, or the alien birth in the remake of the TV show V.   

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