So I wasn't super active over here but wanted to share anyway
Wednesday morning, Feb 3rd, around 2:00 a.m. I called DH to come home from work since I was having contractions about 5-10 min apart. At around 4:45 a.m. we got to the hospital and they checked me and said I was about 3.5 cm and 90% effaced. They had me walk around for about an hour and a half, checked me again and I was at 4.5 cm so the admitted me. Well wouldn’t ya know, my contractions pretty much stopped. My midwife came in, checked me, said I was about 3-4 cm, had me walk around for another hour, but in the end, sent me back home. Told me to take some Tylenol and Benadryl to get some rest. Contractions were the worst when I was laying down so I didn’t really get much sleep.
We went to DH's mom's since she lives about 2 miles from the hospital. I was timing contractions from about 7-11pm and while they were increasing in intensity, they were still fairly far apart. We decided we were going to go home and sleep in our own bed. At the last minute I said I’d rather just stay there and sleep sitting up on the couch. I took some more Tylenol and Benadryl and almost as soon as I did, the contractions started getting much worse and about 3-5 minutes apart. By 1am Thursday we were back at the hospital…I was staying this time. Midwife said I was 7cm and 100% effaced. I got the epidural (even though they all thought I could go without since I was “doing so well”) and started pushing around 5am. I watched the whole thing in a mirror and we basically stared at the top of her head for about an hour and a half, she wasn’t moving. FINALLY, around 7:10 on Thursday, Feb 4th, she essentially popped out on her own with a contraction. I had minor tearing. I know I might be biased, but she’s the cutest thing I’ve ever seen!