Well! It’s been almost a month since I’ve had Asa, so I figured I should probably get his birth story written out before I forget details. So settle in, grab a cup of coffee (or tea, or hot chocolate), and have yourself a good read. If you like reading birth stories, that is. Side note, in case you weren’t sure: I chose to have a completely natural and drug-free labor and delivery, using a midwife and her birthing center (basically, it’s like a home birth but at a home that is set up specifically for birthing). If you live in the Seattle/Tacoma area of Washington and are looking for a good midwife, Nancy Spencer is amazing and you can read up on her and her birthing center here.
It was 2:30am on Saturday, January 18th, three days past Asa’s due date, and I woke up feeling a contraction that somehow seemed different from the few sporadic cramps I’d felt throughout the two weeks past. It was not a harsh contraction, but it lingered longer than usual, and I lay there wondering if perhaps things were finally getting started. Taking a deep breath as the contraction subsided and I lay waiting to see if another one would come, I prayed “Please, God, let it be time.”
Ten or twenty minutes later, I had another contraction. I lay in bed for quite some time wondering if I should try to sleep, or get up, or wake up my husband. I felt a few more contractions in that time, and I decided perhaps I should at least get up and use the bathroom and check to see if I had passed my mucus plug yet. I had been checking all week, but nothing had happened. So when I used the toilet and saw blood, I felt a pump of excitement. I’d read that some women didn’t pass their plug until they have entered active labor. Still, it felt a little too good to be true. So I went back to bed, and tried to decide whether I should start timing these contractions, or sleep.
Because labor didn’t come on quickly. That, I knew. But the longer I rested, the more continuous the contractions seemed to be. So at 3:50am, I started to time them. In an hour, I had 9 contractions at a pretty even pace, so by 5 o’clock I decided I could wake my husband up and tell him the good news. I was in labor!