It's been 3 months now since little Miss Mabel entered our lives, so before too much time passes I want to document our birth story. It's kind of long, so feel free to skim over it or skip it all together if you're not really into this kind of thing. :)
Mabel was due on April 16th, so I wasn't entirely surprised when I went to my appointment on Tuesday, April 8th to find out that I was 90% effaced and dilated to a 3. The week before I was at a 2, so I was really excited to see some progress. Right before my Dr. left the room he stated that he would set up my appointment for the next week but that I wouldn't make it that long. I honestly thought he was just being nice, but it turns out that the man really knows what he's talking about. :)
Fast forward to Thursday evening, April 10th. It's close to midnight, Dan is watching a show on the laptop in bed and I'm getting ready to lay down to sleep. As soon as my head hits the pillow I feel a slight warmth like I've just peed my pants (TMI, I know, but this is a story about childbirth after all). I sit up quickly, probably with a panicked look on my face and Dan asks me what's wrong. I blurt out that "I think my water just broke." Dan responded with a priceless look on his face, slammed the laptop closed, jumped up and stated excitedly that he should probably pack his bag (that's my husband; waiting until the last possible moment to pack). :) I stood up to go to the bathroom and a little more water flowed out.
We called my Dr. to get his opinion and he suggested that we come in as soon as possible. After running around nervously checking off all of our last minute to-do lists, we threw our bags and the car seat in the car, said goodbye to our pooches and left our house for the last time as just a family of two.
Our drive to the hospital was only about 7 minutes, but the whole way we just couldn't stop nervously laughing and chatting about the fact that we were probably going to be having a baby soon. I still had a doubt in the back of my mind that this was somehow a false alarm and that my water hadn't actually broke, but I was still anxious and excited to get to the hospital to see.

We got to the hospital around 12:45 am and filled out some paperwork at the front desk. After getting checked in I had to be evaluated before they would actually admit me. I was taken to a room where I changed out of my clothes into the lovely hospital gown. A nurse came in to get my information, check me and test to see if my water was broken. When she checked me, I was dilated to a 4 and she mentioned that she could feel the baby's head. While she was checking me my water gushed on her. Since my water had in fact broke, I was admitted. We were taken to a delivery room and it really hit me that this was really happening.
Fast forward a couple of hours and there is
absolutely. nothing. happening. My contractions acted like they wanted to start at first, but then they would stop and start again until they eventually stopped completely. Since we hadn't had any sleep we decided to rest as best as we could since there really wasn't much going on. So, around 3:00 or so we turned the lights down and tried to sleep. Dan passed out, but I couldn't even think about sleeping because I was so nervous about what the rest of the day held for us. Since it was so early and nothing was happening we decided to wait until things started progressing before calling our family. I "rested" for a couple of hours, then decided around 5:30 to call my mom. Dan waited to call his parents and I waited to call my dad until we knew things were really progressing.
Soon after, we decided to get up and walk the halls to see if that would possibly get things started. We'd walk for 20 minutes at a time then come back into the room to be checked on the monitor. Once back in the room I bounced on a birthing ball to try to get things rolling but after a couple of hours the contractions still wouldn't start.
At some point, probably around 8:00 or 9:00 we ran into our Dr. on one of our hallway excursions and he brought up the possibility of using Pitocin to get my contractions started. All along, I have been
terrified of the P word because I had heard so many horror stories involving Pitocin. I was at first completely against it, but our Dr. talked us through it and let us know a little bit about it. He mentioned that it didn't have to be turned up to full blast to get contractions started, just enough to get the ball rolling on it's own. Also, if I did get the Pitocin and then didn't like it then we could stop it. When your water breaks they only let you labor for 18 hours before they have to administer antibiotics, so he reminded us of that as well because we were already at about 8 hours in. We figured we could possibly walk all day and the contractions would never start, or we could take his advice and give Pitocin a try. Once he talked to us about it and eased my mind (a little) we decided to be hooked up to the Pit drip.
By this time our doula and friend Melissa was there as well as my mom. My dad and his wife were on their way as well as Dan's parents and my sister.
It was around 11:00 when they hooked me up and as soon as that was over I went back to sitting and bouncing on the birthing ball. The only problem with the way I was sitting on the ball was that the nurses could not keep track of baby on the monitor. After moving me around and trying multiple times to get her on the monitor, they asked me if I would be interested in an internal monitor. I said yes because I wanted to continue birthing on the ball instead of the hospital bed.
Well, when the nurse came in around noon to put the internal monitor in (I won't go into detail on how that works) she stated that I have a really high cervix (apparently that is a thing) and that she couldn't reach it to put it in. Now, I have to say, this was probably the worst part of my entire labor. I cried while this was happening because it hurt so bad. It was super frustrating that I went through all that pain for nothing, but about 10 minutes later, my contractions started at 2-3 minutes apart and didn't stop. Glory Hallelujah!!! This poor nurse, who felt defeated after not being able to get the monitor in, just started my contractions!! I made sure to thank her later.
Now, I just have to say that natural childbirth is intense!! I had decided early on in my pregnancy that I would go in with an open mind, but that I wanted a natural birth if I could handle it. I was open to the idea of pain meds, but I honestly was terrified of them. The idea of the epidural really scared me, but I was also aware that I had that option if it came down to it. I told the nurses early on that I didn't want an epidural, but I was still asked multiple times if I wanted one. Honestly, I never thought about it until they asked me, but each time they did I immediately said no. Now that it's over, I'm really glad that I persevered. It might sound weird, but I was glad that I could feel the pain and that I knew when to push, etc. I also feel empowered, like I can do anything now. Anyway, continuing on with the story...


After about 2-2.5 hours of hard contractions every 2-3 minutes, the contractions started and stayed on top of each other. At one point I asked to go to the bathroom because I thought I needed to use it, but once I got in there and got settled on the toilet, I didn't think I would be able to get back up. My contractions were that hard and coming so fast I though for a brief moment that I was going to have her in there. Luckily I finally got back to the bed and the nurse checked to see how far dilated I was and I was at an 8 around 2:30 or 2:45, I think. (the times are all blurry to me)



20 more minutes passed with me on the corner of the bed and/or standing and Dan either on the birthing ball or holding me and coaching me through my contractions. It was around this time that I felt this enormous pressure and I kept saying over and over that I needed to push. My contractions were constant and through everyone I had to resist the urge to bear down. After me saying that I needed to push the nurse had me lay down so she could check my progress. It was then that she stated that I was at a 10 and that we needed to get ready to push. This was around 3:00.
The entire birthing room became a flurry of activity as the nurses called the Dr. and got me and the bed ready for delivery. I overhead one of the nurses say that our Dr. was only 5 minutes away and that to me was the most glorious sounding news ever, because that meant I could
push soon!!
Dr. Burks bustled in, suited up, gave me a few directions on how to push and then we got the show on the road. :) I don't remember much about this whole process. I vaguely remember Dan on my left side holding my hand and coaching me. I remember saying over and over again that I was sorry I wasn't pushing (although I was) but I was so out of it that I thought I wasn't. I also don't remember Dr. Burks counting to ten or really being aware of anyone in the room.

I do however remember that my contractions felt like they never stopped and that I didn't really get a break. I remember saying lots of prayers for a healthy baby and for it to be over soon. I remember feeling what they refer to as "the ring of fire" although it wasn't as bad as I imagined it would be. I remember Dr. Burks letting me touch her head as it was coming out. I remember deciding I'd had enough pushing and I pushed really hard one last time on a non contraction, when I should have been resting. I "literally" shot her out of me and into Dr. Burks' unsuspecting arms.
20 minutes of pushing and total delirium later, Miss Mabel Evelyn made
her debut at 3:31 pm. Weighing in at 6lbs. 13oz and 18" long.
Throughout the entire day, Dan never left my side (well maybe for the occasional bathroom break), but seriously, he was there for me on that day in more ways than I could have ever imagined. He was the best coach ever!!!! He offered me so much emotional and physical support whenever I needed it and he never had to ask, he just did it. I look back on this day and I have so much love and admiration for him in those moments. We welcomed our sweet baby together and that is a feeling that I will cherish forever.
I went into the day with a little bit of fear of the unknown, but in the end I was welcomed with a healthy baby that I get the joy and privilege of raising.
Now, if you stuck it out and read this entire post, I grant you a gold star! To make up for all my ramblings, here are some more photos from that special day.
Photos courtesy of the best doula and friend, Melissa!