Yesterday Mark, Thad and I went for a bike ride through the neighborhood and I stopped to remember what we were doing right about this time last year…. We were going on a gazillion walks through the neighborhood, waiting, hoping and waiting for our little man to arrive!
My water partially broke on Thursday, October 6th in the early morning due to a storm that came through. Apparently low pressure systems generally encourage labor, but this system wasn’t low enough, or Thad simply wasn’t ready. We spent the next three days going on countless walks through the neighborhood and even a few bike rides (I was making sure to hit all the potholes). The dogs had never been more spoiled!
This exact time last year, I was cleaning my house like a mad woman. That Sunday morning I had woken up and decided it was time to head to the hospital to see what was up since Thad still hadn’t come, and wasn’t giving us any sign that he was ready. Despite all our best efforts (pumping, walking, riding, eggplant meals, labor tincture, and even Castor Oil… still nothing), we went to the county hospital to see what was up and to make sure that he had enough fluids in there. Even though I was checking my temp and his heartbeat every two hours, I started to get concerned when we were now 72 hours past a partial water breakage and we still had no baby.
Just as we were signing in to the hospital, I finally started to get contractions. You can’t even begin to imagine my disbelief and relief when this happened! After three days of waiting, he might finally be coming! After the doctor on duty checked out my amniotic fluids and saw that I had plenty – 14.5cm, and I needed anywhere between 5cm and 25cm — and confirmed that I was indeed having contractions, she sent us home and I sent Mark on his last bike ride before he became a father. And what did I do? I cleaned the heck out of my house to prepare for baby.
Around 4:30 that afternoon, Mark’s brother, John, and his family showed up to see our house and have a yummy pizza dinner. My parents came along for the ride too. The whole way through dinner my contractions were getting stronger and I was getting excited. My good friend Jamie and her daughter stopped by for a visit after dinner as well, and once everyone had left I called my doula, Shannon and told her that I’d likely be calling her sometime in the middle of the night. She said to call her if I was still awake at 11pm, and you can bet I did.
Almost every time I look at Thad I think back to where we were a year ago, especially now that it’s right before his birthday. Looking back to this time last year I remember how I felt. The whole time I was in active labor (aka the part that really hurts), I wasn’t convinced that I’d actually get a baby out of all of this because I had spent the three days prior to any contractions starting simply waiting with no signs other than a giant belly.
A year later, I’m finally convinced that we have a baby. Not a day goes by that I don’t pinch myself. We have the world’s most amazing baby boy ever and I marvel at the miracle of life and the miracle of him.